Blackway Page #2

- We d-d-don't want her money?

- No, we don't.

Get in.

Ok.

- Girl is a piece

of work, ain't she?

Callin' us pathetic.

- I'll tell you who's

a piece of work.

Windgate.

Sending her to us because

he's too chicken

sh*t to do his job.

- Yeah.

He's still thanking

his lucky stars.

Blackway got bored

of being a deputy.

Moved onto bigger things.

- Badder things.

- I don't know what

Les is thinking.

- I'll tell ya.

He's thinking, he

sees a young girl

in trouble and needs help.

Could be any one

of our daughters.

- Nate didn't seem to

scared by Blackway.

- He don't know better.

What about Lester?

- Lester's scared of

Blackway, all right.

If he ain't, he should be.

- Ok, quick stop for supplies.

- Can I use your bathroom?

- Want to take a bath?

- No.

- You want the can?

- Yeah.

- Then say so.

Inside.

- What's all this stuff?

- Oh, whirligigs.

He makes them.

His wife used to, to sell them.

D-d-don't know why

he still makes them.

She's long gone.

- She died?

- She left.

Ran off with the d-d-dentist.

That's what I hear, anyway.

- Les lets me crash here when

my mom and I aren't

getting along.

- Oh, yeah?

Where is the bathroom?

- Up the stairs.

You gotta jiggle the

hand-d-d-le after you flush.

- You go to Mckinley?

- Nah, I was home schooled.

- Don't play well with others?

- Mom's real religious.

- What happened to his daughter?

- Killed herself.

Over the g-g-ghost of something.

He never talks about her.

- What's that?

- Hittin' rods.

- Bullshit.

I don't want guns in this.

- Uh huh.

How do you think we're gonna

get Blackway to leave you alone?

- I don't know, I

haven't gotten that far.

- Gonna reason with him?

Do you think he's

a reasonable man?

If you don't want to

do it, if you don't

want to go through with

this, say the word now,

I'll drop you at the

bus station, and, uh,

get the next bus out of town.

- We threaten him with that?

And he'll leave me alone?

- I don't know.

Your guess is as

good as mine, kiddo.

- Better know how to use it.

- Fasten your seatbelt.

- Afternoon, ladies.

- Scotty!

- Hey, just

been talking about you, Scott.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Girl come in here this

morning looking for you.

- Blackway's been following her.

- Bashed in her window.

- Killed her cat.

- What's that gotta do with me?

- Well, Windgate

sent her to find you,

he, uh, said you,

you'd had dealings

with Blackway in the past, and

might be able to help her out.

- Why?

- Might have figured you'd

want to even the score.

- Yeah, how many other ones

you went against him,

that time at the fort?

I seem to recall it being three.

- Don't remember.

Made my peace with Blackway.

I've got no score to settle.

- You got anything

else to say, Scotty?

I didn't think so.

- Fitz.

Fitz.

Hey Fitz,

it's Les.

Fitz, come on, open up.

Can we talk?

- Shut up.

- We're looking for Blackway.

- Why?

- Well, we'll just looking

for him, that's why.

- He was here.

This was, uh, my uncle Joe's.

You remember him?

- No.

- He's been dead, 20 years.

I'm not sure if it

even fires, anymore.

- What happened with Blackway?

What happened with

Blackway, Fitz?

- It was a business thing.

Blackway came in with a job.

A piece of land, over

near the key mountain.

Woman lives in Portland.

Blackway's got

his side contract.

So many feet, downs, roads,

you know how it works.

Looks ok.

So, we give Blackway

his broker's fee,

and away we go.

Shut the f*** up!

- Hey.

Shh.

- Sorry.

Not even my dog.

Anyway, we were in there,

the house, six weeks.

One day, I get a

call from the job boss.

Seems he's had a

visit from the owner.

And the sheriff's deputy.

The owner was pissed.

He doesn't know anything

about any logging jobs.

He doesn't know anything

about contracts.

What he does know, is that he's

got about 40 acres less woods.

Than he thought he had.

- I, uh... Blackway forged

the owner's signature.

- Yep.

Yep, says, I'm, um, gonna

be hearing from his lawyer.

I expect I will.

It was Monday.

The next day, I was

gonna see the sheriff.

Tell him about Blackway.

That night, Cynthia

and I, are in bed,

sound asleep, I wake up.

For a minute, I don't know why.

Then I do.

Somebody's sittin' there.

By our bed.

Just sitting there in the dark.

Got our little girl.

Heidi.

I reached for the light.

"Leave it," he says.

It's Blackway.

And, Cynthia, she's up.

- Who is it?

Who's there?

- He says, "shush her."

Blackway, he doesn't

pay her any attention.

- Hey, Fitz.

Heard you were thinking

of talking to the sheriff

about that situation at McKay.

- Maybe.

- Maybe?

Why would you do that?

Haven't we made a lot

of money together, Fitz?

Haven't we?

I put a lot of people

to work in this town.

Don't disappoint me, Fitz.

I have to come back here again,

you're never gonna

see her again.

- Well, he gets up, he's gone.

- So, you didn't go

to the sheriff, then?

- He's serious.

- You know where Blackway

is, Mr. Fitzgerald?

- No.

Why?

- He's been causing trouble

for the, um, girl here.

- Where would you

go to find him?

- No place.

I'm sorry.

- I know Heidi.

I substitute at her

school sometimes.

- You know my daughter?

- She's a real nice girl.

My name's Lillian.

- She's, uh, mentioned you.

Yeah.

Um...

You might want to

try diamond mountain.

There's, um, a logging

crew getting finished up.

If Blackway's not there,

don't know where he is.

- Ok.

Thanks a bunch.

- You see him?

- No, not yet.

Nate, go out, and, uh...

Ask if they've seen him.

- Sure.

- Help you?

- I'm looking for Blackway.

- Why?

- I need to see him.

- He ain't here.

Who are they?

- They're looking

for Blackway, too.

- Hey, good morning.

How you doing?

- What's that, you got there?

- Curtain rods.

- Bullshit, curtain rods.

- Well, you'll

never know, will you?

Has Blackway been

here, this morning?

- He was here.

Might be, he's gone to the

fort, to check in with Murdoch.

- Why don't you shut up?

- Why don't you?

Blackway never

said nothing about

telling nobody where he was.

- Thanks, I'm much obliged.

Go back to work now.

Go on.

Thank you.

- When you find Blackway,

you're gonna wish you hadn't.

- Whatever you say, pal.

Whatever you say.

- D-d-did

you see that dog?

- Yeah, he was big.

Didn't know whether to

ride him or milk him.

- You want to milk

him, you're on your own.

- Sure as hell looks like a gun.

- Uh huh.

- You tricked him.

- She doesn't like tricks.

- I guess she prefers fights.

- Yeah,

like my ex-wife.

- That's not gonna

scare Blackway.

- You never know.

You never know.

- I don't see

his truck, anywhere.

- See the Harley

at the door, there?

That belongs to his

bookkeeper, Murdoch.

Ok, let's go and

see what's inside.

- I'll pay you back on Friday

okay...

Hey.

Got you a beer.

- I know you?

- I'm your new parole officer.

- The f*** you are.

What do you want?

- Looking for Blackway.

- "Blackway."

- Yeah.

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