Blood Moon Page #3

cause you surely smell like one.

You open your god

damn mouth again,

I'm gonna put a bullet in it.

Henry, come sit over here.

If it weren't a bear

that killed that old-timer,

then what done it?

Something strong enough

to tear out his liver.

My wife needs water.

She's gonna have to wait.

Look at her.

Jeb, watch her.

I got it.

Maybe it was a wolverine.

I heard of one, once,

that bit right through

a trapper's arm and

then ran off with it.

Whatever it was,

it's got a taste for human meat.

Probably watching us right now.

No accounting for taste.

Cowboy, go stand

next to the post over there.

Lawman, you join him, go ahead.

Mrs. Cooper, why don't you go

see if you can find some rope.

Tie them up to that post.

Tie them up tight, do it now.

You see something out there?

There ain't nothing to see.

Jeb, why don't you head

out back into the kitchen,

see if the old man kept

some guns back there.

- I'm busy!

- Go on!

I said I'm busy!

Don't make me

tell you again, boy.

God dammit.

This good enough?

Tie them up.

Sorry about this.

Better make them tight.

Quit talking!

No guns, and I've

locked the back door.

Why don't you

head out to the kitchen,

see if you can rustle

up some vittles.

Me and my brother need

to eat before we leave.

Jeb.

Jeb, Jeb!

- What?

- Get over here.

Keep an eye on these two.

What is it you saw out there?

Forget it.

You finished?

Nearly.

Where the hell you learn

to tie a knot like that?

Any cowboy gets

fresh in my saloon,

I string him up.

Hung 27 just this year.

You should call in for a drink.

You didn't bring a rifle?

I have enough protection.

White ash, prepared

by my father.

Navajo magic, huh?

Listen, if a skin-walker

is shot in the heart,

with a silver bullet,

it might appear to die.

White ash sends it to

the land of the dead.

If you say so.

But we obviously don't

stock silver bullets.

So that stuff ain't

gonna help much.

We'll see.

Wade listen, on the way over

here, I had another vision.

" oh yeah?

They're coming in thick

and fast aren't they?

Listen to me.

I saw you and me

under the blood moon.

And death was reaching

out to both of us.

Well, the Norton's are

pretty handy with guns.

You know damn well, I'm not

talking about the Nortons.

Look, the sun's gonna go

down in a couple of hours.

You afraid of the dark?

Hell no.

Nor me.

But it is a wise man who fears

what might be

hiding in the dark.

Yeah.

God dammit.

Hey lady!

Give me another cup.

If you want

more coffee, Mr. Norton,

you're gonna need more water.

Henry!

Yes, sir?

See that silver

bucket in the corner?

Yes sir.

Go fill it up with water

from the bucket outside.

And Henry!

You come back through that door,

with anything in your hands,

'sept that bucket,

you're a dead man.

Hey, cowboy.

You ever been to Wichita?

Not that I recall.

Me and Jeb come across

a gunslinger in Wichita,

about six or seven years ago.

Can't say I remember

his name but,

you sure look like him.

Now you come to

mention it, he do.

I look like a lot of people.

He could draw, shoot a

man, and holster his gun,

before you even had

time to take a breath.

I heard he was a preacher.

He left the church on

a account of his family

got murdered by bushwhackers.

And he was so angry with God,

that he offered up

his mortal soul,

to the devil his

self, to get revenge.

And old Satan, well he made him

the fastest gunslinger

in the west.

And he hunted down

them bushwhackers.

And he killed them, one by one.

Just how fast are you, Calhoun?

What makes you think I am fast?

I don't know, something though.

Well, there's an

easy way to find out.

Untie me, gimme a pistol,

and you'll have your answer.

Before you have time

to take a breath.

Son of a b*tch, Henry!

- Come here.

- Get your hands off me.

Give me that.

Whoa, there.

Two horses stopped

here, three hours ago.

They covered the tracks with

earth and leaves, to confuse us.

The Nortons?

Has to be.

You alright?

Yea h, I'm just a little dizzy.

When's the last time you ate?

I caught a rabbit for breakfast,

killed it, skinned it, ate it.

You missed out cooked it.

Did I?

They took this trail.

Okay, look if you're

sick, I understand.

YOU can turn around.

I can do this trail alone.

You?

You couldn't find

your ass in the dark,

even if it was on fire.

You think so, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I think I can surprise you.

Heh!

Hey, wait up!

How long you gonna be?

A couple of minutes.

What's she doing?

She has a name.

Sarah's just made your coffee.

We'll be on through in a

minute, with your food too.

I don't know sh*t about cooking,

but I do know it takes

sharp knives for cutting.

' Sugar?

Three.

Me and Jeb each.

And make sure you...

Hank, what in the hell was that?

I'm gonna look outside.

You can't go out there.

The hell's wrong with you?

Hey Calhoun, you really reckon

that's what killed

the old timer?

Yeah.

What'd you just say?

It's a skin-walker, Hank.

Skin-walker?

Ain't no such thing.

Well, you could go out

there and prove us wrong.

Hank, you can't go out there.

Shut up!

Henry, you know

you really should

write about the skin-walkers

in your newspaper.

It would make your

readers' hair stand on end.

Even those bald Englishmen

you've got over there.

Shut up, we've heard enough!

Keep talking, lawman.

Maybe Jeb will realize

it's all horse sh*t.

A couple of years back,

there was this skin-walker

living in these parts.

Went around eating

Indians and cowboys,

and cattle rustlers.

Oh. yeah?

Took seven Navajo

braves to kill it.

And in its gut, they

found the bodies

of five of the most

ornery outlaws,

that ever robbed a bank,

all chewed up, to hell.

Is that right?

Well, the fella who

told me swore it was.

Maybe there is a

Indian running around,

who thinks he's a wolf,

but if he's out there,

I'm gonna blow him

to kingdom come.

Only thing that'll

kill a skin-walker

is a silver bullet

through the heart.

Calhoun, shut your face!

Or I'll put a bullet

through your head,

and it won't need

to be a silver one!

Get it while it's hot.

If you're still alive to eat it.

If I come back, and

I'm tall dark and hairy,

shoot, cause it ain't me.

Hank?

Let me in God dammit!

Open the door!

Come on!

What?

We gotta get out of here.

What?

The bodies out back, is gone.

Take a look at this.

A bible, all chewed up.

Jesus Christ, Hank,

what are we gonna do?

Stick to the plan,

and head south.

Can I?

So, you boys are thinking

of heading down to Mexico?

Lots of pretty senoritas there.

And they love gringos.

That right?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I never had a

Mexican woman before.

" Ain't you?

No, I had saloon

girls and farmer's daughters.

I even had a

preacher's wife once.

And they all look

the same to me,

when they're bare-ass naked

I can see their titties.

Although, some do look

prettier than others.

Just how much time we got, Hank?

We got enough.

But I take the young one first.

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