Bad Company Page #2

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Whoo! Well, call me a chink.

I ain't introduced myself. Jake

Rumsey, Pennsylvania bred and born.

- Drew Dixon.

- Pleased to meet you, Drew.

Boys, meet Drew Dixon here.

I got him to throw in with us.

Drew here's raised by the ragtail

and the bobtail. Right, Drew?

Oh, well...

That's near the truth, I s'pose...

Yeah, Drew here's

dodging the army of the Potomac.

Aw, hell. Don't take on.

We gotta lay our cards on the table.

That's the Logan brothers,

Jim Bob and Loney.

- They're runnin' from the same.

- Oh, is that right?

Hell, we had the whole militia

of Illinois chasing us, didn't we?

When are you gonna stop flapping

your jaw, damn it?

- Howdy, Dixon.

- This here is Arthur Simms.

- He's running from his pa.

- Pleased to know you.

Here, junior. Wet your whistle.

That piece o' peckerwood's

Boog Bookin. He's barely off the tit.

- How old are you, Boog?

- Eleven.

- He's ten.

- Go to hell, you sh*t-toed bastard!

How'd you do on that lady's purse?

Well, the ways

of the Lord are strange.

- Meaning what?

- Meaning it just didn't pan out.

Well, what are we gonna do now?

We got about enough

for beans and coffee.

Well, we just go out

and get more, that's all.

Come here a minute.

- Loney, don't preach no sermons!

- Just hold your horses.

Now, lookee here. This new boy,

how do we know he's worth spit?

- Take my word for it.

- That don't mean nothin'.

What should he do, Loney?

Shoot a hole in a gold piece?

We need more money, right?

Let's see him go and get it.

I mean, that's fair, ain't it?

September 30th 1863.

My plans have changed somewhat.

I've fallen in with some rough types,

but it seems the only way

to get out west,

where I can find my fortune

and make my parents proud.

I resolve never

to do a dishonest act,

nor take part in any thievin',

robbin' or false undertakin'.

I will keep to the straight

and narrow, so help me God.

It is still a sunny day.

What the hell happened to you?

Boys, just don't

go near that hardware store.

- It's nearly hell.

- What happened?

Well, I edged on in there,

and I seen where they kept the money.

Now, there wasn't a soul around.

I reached in the till, and...

- There's $12!

- Shh!

Then this big galoot come chargin'

at me with a knife. See what he did?

- Did you shoot him?

- No!

Hell, I didn't want to pull a crowd.

I broke my hand, though.

Well, I knocked him out cold

and here I am.

What did I tell you?

Isn't this boy a wildcat? Whoo!

- I'm hungry.

- You deserve some chow.

- Come on. Let's get that chow!

- My favourite dinner. Dessert.

All right. Slow down, Boog.

You'll live longer.

First piece is for ol' Drew,

'cause he took the chances.

Next piece is for me.

$25 - that'll do fine.

Simms, give me that list.

Now, Drew...

when you go back into town to get

your horse, pick up these items.

See if you can jew 'em down

on the price a little.

Hey, this is mighty good.

Boys, this time tomorrow,

we'll be out on our lonesome.

Bein' leader,

I say we set some rules before we go.

- Meaning who takes what watch.

- Watch?

- What are we watching for?

- Indians, mostly.

What? You said there weren't

no hostile Indians anywhere near.

You told me that!

Remember when we met?

You says, "Come along, then."

I says, "Is there Indians?"

He said, "Hell, no."

He told you that? OI' Jake?

He must've had his fingers crossed...

'Cause we're crossing

the hunting ground for the O-sage

and the Cherokee

and the Pawnee and the Arapaho.

You're just joshing, ain't you,

Loney? I wish you wouldn't.

They hate to catch

white men on their hunting ground.

You know the Arapaho?

They're the nicest bunch.

- You know what they do?

- No.

First, they cut your pecker off.

- Then they feed it to you.

- Then they kill you.

Drew, they're lying, ain't they?

You know that ain't so, right?

Oh, well, Arthur, man's

got to have courage to spare

before he goes striking off

in the wilderness

to face the dangers and perils

that might befall us.

I mean, I ain't a-building

myself up, y'understand,

but take that mad dog

at the hardware store.

Now, if I hadn't sensed he was

behind me and had the courage to...

What is it? What is it?

I'm gonna get you!

- He's on my dick!

- I'll get him for you!

I think you killed him.

You did kill him.

Damn it!

- All right, Boog.

- Oh, c'mon, Jake. It ain't time yet.

Boog.

'Night, Drew. Glad you're with us.

Goodnight, Boog.

Boys, take your last look at the USA.

- Do you mind if I say something?

- No.

You're a damn fool

to go diggin' for silver.

- Tell me that when I strike it rich.

- Oh, bull.

- Ain't one in a million does that.

- Well, maybe that one'll be me.

Suit yourself. C'mon! Quit lagging!

God damn it, Boog!

That's the fourth time!

I can't help it.

It's all this bouncing up and down.

Damn near a day gone,

we ain't covered ten miles.

What time do you make it? Four?

It's, er... 3.45.

Hey, that's some timepiece.

Is that gold?

Uh-huh. It belonged to my brother.

Hey, let me see that.

I'm not gonna bust it.

Whoo! Fancy Dan watch like that!

Good with your fists, too.

That stunt at the hardware store?

I'll be honest - I don't know nobody

'cept me that coulda done that.

Look, why don't you come

to Virginia City?

- Oh, no. I got plans of my own.

- Well, suit yourself.

Thanks for the invite, though.

Come on! It's already 3.45!

There it goes!

He's a heavy one, ain't he?

He oughta be.

Must have about 40 rounds in him.

Didn't I say we'd live off the land?

Clean him, Boog. I'm hungry.

You don't know how, do you?

Well, somebody do it.

Oh, for the love of Jesus!

Can't anyone clean a rabbit?

Give it here. Damn! I'm the only boy

who gets the job done around here.

Dad-blamed babies. I'll have to cut

your meat for you, too.

It's the easiest damned thing

in the world.

Just slit this on back here.

Pull this on back.

Tough one, this bastard.

You gotta cut this off here...

Snap that off...

Then you gotta...

You gotta slit this up here.

There you go.

Dinner.

"From somewhere

in the upper recesses of the house,

"there came an unearthly shriek.

"The scream was that of a woman,

though what creature

"whom life's vicissitudes had driven

to that pitiful outcry,

"I could not say.

"Fearful, I went to the drawing room,

- "where I had..."

- What's a drawing room?

Maybe it's where

you practise your fast draw.

Oh, no, no. Boog, a drawing room

is like a parlour.

- That's what they used to call it.

- Everybody satisfied?

Get back to that screamin' gal.

"...reading to her father.

Mr Rochester, however..."

- We had a parlour once.

- Bullshit.

You never ate more than one meal

outta the same plate.

Oh, yeah? Shows all you know.

We had a dining room, parlour,

the whole damn rig-out.

I remember now. It was when

I was little, 'fore we lost the farm.

Oh, that must've been hard luck.

No, sir. Then come the best time

in my whole life.

Me and Pa travelled around.

We had us this n*gger, OI' Dan.

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