Blood Moon Page #2

when skin-walkers are

at their strongest.

Heed my warning.

Delay your search

for a few days.

You got your personal beliefs.

But I got my duties to perform.

Sh*t, I'll ride out alone.

I'll be in your office in

an hour, ready to ride out.

You got any silver bullets?

On my wage?

Hell no, why?

It's a question that

needed to be asked.

Welcome to Mud Flats!

Pine Flats, we're stopping

here for a couple hours.

Wish it was a couple days,

my backside's sore as hell.

Charlie!

Charlie be fixing

biscuits, coffee,

if he's a mind to.

Hey, save me

some of them biscuits.

I'm gonna deal with the horses.

I'll wait out here,

if you don't mind.

I've never been inside

a saloon in my life.

Oh, no, there ain't

been a saloon here since

the silver mine closed

down, everybody left town.

Oh, I assumed the

townspeople were all in church.

Pine Flat's citizens aren't the

church-going kind, if

you get my meaning.

Drunken miners is all some

of them gals really are.

Some of them girls

are real pretty.

It's like a ghost-town.

Not quite, Charlie

Packham stayed on,

working for the stage-line.

Oh yeah, sure did, he's

got himself a room upstairs.

Got it nice and cozy too.

Cozy isn't a word I'd

use to describe this place.

Maybe it just needs

a woman's touch.

Yeah, a woman with

a box of dynamite.

Charlie, the old

coot, losing his mind.

Left the lamps on in the

middle of the daytime.

Charlie!

You got customers down here!

Maybe he's out back.

He still should've heard us.

That doorway lead outside?

Yeah, through the kitchen.

Shall I take a look or...

No, you best keep the

preacher and the ladies company.

What's going on, Jake?

Nothing darling, just stay here.

Spread out.

Over Here!

Jesus wept...

That Charlie?

What's left of him.

I guess we'll be

making our own coffee.

What in God's name did that?

God was looking the other

way, when this happened.

The liver's been torn out.

And how is it you know

about livers and such, hmm?

You a doctor?

" Grizzly?

No, this ain't from a grizzly.

You familiar with

Indian legends?

Sure, I heard of a few.

Now wait a minute...

Name me one critter

capable of doing that.

Had to be a wolf pack.

Now that figures.

Yeah, when they get hungry,

they get real vicious.

Real clever too.

Didn't leave one

paw print behind.

Best get the old man buried.

Well, Charlie keeps, kept tools,

upstairs in the store-room.

Bound to be a

spade or something.

Still loaded.

He didn't get a chance to

fire at what came after him.

It had to be a wolf pack, right?

I'll be mighty

relieved if it was.

Yancy tell you what

happened to Charlie?

Not in great detail, no.

Was it an accident?

Hardly.

Indians?

Most likely a wolf pack.

Might they still be around?

I'd like to take a look at

the body before it's interred.

I wouldn't

advise that if I were you.

But it would add so much

more color to my articles.

Henry, the only

color you'll find,

out there, is bright red.

Well, better

get Glen from the livery.

Now'd be a good time

to say a few words, preacher.

Yes, of course.

Most of us here, didn't know...

Charlie Packham.

Charlie Packham, but

Yancy and Glen tell me

he was a decent fellow,

who provided

sustenance for weary...

Preacher?

I thought I saw someone,

standing by a tree.

Stay out west long enough,

you'll see Jesus

Christ, Himself,

playing a guitar and cussing

like a cowhand on payday.

Nevertheless, I saw...

As I was saying,

Charlie was a decent...

Henry, what in the

hell are you doing?

We're in a

dangerous predicament.

It will enthrall the

readers of my pa per.

If you ever get

time to finish it!

There's two of them.

One out front, and one behind.

Listen up, you're

caught in a crossfire now!

So drop your guns and stand up!

Any suggestions, Calhoun?

Do what my brother told you!

Well, nothing comes to mind.

Come on now!

I said drop it didn't I?

I didn't see you

drop your gun, son.

He ain't got a gun.

Is that right?

What's your name, boy?

Henry Lester.

Henry?

Come here.

Come here!

I want you to go around,

get everybody's weapon,

including the stage

driver's and his pal.

And you don't do

nothing to make me

want to shoot you

now, you hear me?

Yes, sir.

Maybe we should

introduce ourselves.

I'm Hank Norton.

This here's my half-brother Jeb.

If you've heard of us,

you're gonna know

what we're capable of.

Back-shooting

innocent people, mostly.

What's your name, cowboy?

Calhoun.

Have we met someplace?

No, I think I'd

remember the smell.

This is nice.

And we're gonna

have to watch you.

Cause you're a

smart-mouthed a**hole.

Okay, everybody inside!

Move it!

Henry, you hold on real

tight to those, now.

Okay Jeb, bring them in!

Alright, move it up!

I said move it up!

Get over there.

What you looking at?

You are a sight for sore

eyes, ain't that the truth.

You bastard.

You wanna point it at me?

Can't no one call me a bastard,

seeing as I never

knew my old man!

Jeb don't even

let me call him a bastard.

Last time I did, he put a

pickaxe through my chest.

I still got the 10-inch

scar here, to prove it.

Cause when I get riled,

there ain't no limit

to what I'm capable of.

When I want something,

I just takes it!

You got something else

to say to me, huh?

Well, lookie here.

We got ourselves a lawman!

Shoot him!

Please, don't shoot him!

And the girl!

I ain't shooting her.

I got plans for her.

Norton, you kill me,

the law will hunt you down

and make sure you both hang.

And if I pull this

trigger right here,

your sweet little wife,

she's gonna be a widow.

What you say about that?

I'd say you wouldn't act

so tough if I had a gun.

Is that right?

Well, take one of mine.

Come on, we'll have a

shoot-out right here.

Come on, take it!

Take it, I said!

How about giving me the gun?

What'd you say?

You...

I reckon you might be trouble.

' Me?

I'm no trouble to anyone.

Jesus Christ, Jeb pull

the trigger, shoot somebody.

I'm not sure whether

I'm gonna kill you now

or let you watch me have

some fun with your Missus.

Lawman, why don't you go hide

behind your wife's petticoats.

Excuse me,

mister Norton, these guns

are getting very heavy.

Listen Henry, why

don't you take those guns

and stick them in

a barrel outside.

Come straight back,

you understand?

Go on, git.

Move it!

Who's funeral is this anyway?

Old timer who ran this

place for the stage line,

got his throat tom

out by something.

What kind of something?

We ain't exactly sure.

' A grizzly?

No, ain't been no grizzlies

in these parts,

for 9 or 10 years.

Well how about old Mose?

There you go talking

a damn fool again.

Well, he's supposed

to be 10 foot tall,

weigh 1,500 pounds,

and I heard he

killed those bulls

with one blow.

Old Mose does his hunting

up in Freemont county.

It's two or 300 miles from here.

Maybe he learnt to ride a mule.

What is your name?

Mrs. Marie Cooper.

And yours must be Horses Ass,

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