Blunt Force Trauma Page #2

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and shoot at each other.

But the idea is they don't die.

They just come down here,

find people to make money from them.

Doctors, even.

Old City's on the boards...

tomorrow night.

You drive. I can sleep in the car.

John, she just told you another hit

could hand you some serious damage.

I won't take another hit.

Fine. F*** it, not my responsibility.

It's different now.

You've picked up some dings.

I had to, didn't I? To get my fight?

You don't want the fight.

You want the ten seconds

before the fight.

$20,000 buy in,

he gives five-to-one odds.

I don't want them.

You get them anyway.

There's a roadhouse

down behind the mountain.

Get there before the end of the month.

Guy says Red was in the Flats

four days ago.

So I can get you that far. After that...

I can give you a few extra days

to look around.

I owe you that much.

You "owe me"? For what?

Not the sex. The looking out.

You owe me for the sex.

A**hole.

You intend to kill Red or fight him?

I don't know.

Guess that's the kind of thing

you can't know until you're there.

There's a fight Thursday nights

by the dam.

Doesn't show up on the board,

'cause it's mainly locals.

- Mainly?

- They won't run you out.

You might have trouble

finding a fight, though.

Why's that?

Crossdraw Python...

Nickel Smith with a mouth?

There's some video of you

floating around...

from the Old City, some other matches.

A story you took out two policia.

I can't get a fight?

I have to give odds.

Three-to-two or two-to-one

on the outside.

I'm trying to get a stake together.

For Zorringer? Cost of getting known.

Speaking of which,

Red Dolan been through here?

He's been. Can't say he made it through.

Am I missing something?

He's dead.

She had something going with Red?

Yeah... something.

That him?

Yeah.

Red didn't cheat.

Didn't sound like him.

My brother, Sonny,

he could walk into a bar...

piss on the floor.

Guys three times his size

wouldn't say sh*t.

Move to the States,

Sonny gets it in his head he can shoot.

Yeah... what's gonna make him

more American?

Yeah, but they'd already

shut down the games by then.

So, like every other a**hole,

he wanted to follow them down here.

Red was faster...

by about a million times.

It turned out the blunt force

crushed his kidney.

The perfect right spot

with the perfect right bullet...

and the perfect

right soft spot in the vest.

By the time it occurred to anyone

to take him to the hospital.

A stupid, pointless death.

And all I felt was disgrace.

My brother, toughest guy in the world...

killed by his own f***ing kidney.

You think killing Red

would've fixed that?

I don't know. I don't know.

I know that I never really

missed Sonny...

because I turned him into revenge

and I carried him with me.

The closer I got to Red,

the emptier I'd feel.

I could see the other side of it.

The other side?

Mm-hm.

When it was over,

however it was gonna happen.

When the revenge left and...

I was all alone again.

Do you ever thought what's

on the other side of Zorringer?

There is no other side.

Just a moment of...

unambiguous perfection.

Yeah.

Yeah. No one can say

you aren't what you are... John.

What are you doing?

Achieving intimacy.

Don't tell me you haven't wondered.

Not really. I'd win.

If it's just about speed,

sure, you'd win.

But it's never just about speed.

You think I won't shoot,

because we spent some time together.

I'm willing to pay to find out.

Look at me, I can't be

responsible for my aim.

Then I'm leaving my life in your hands.

I'm gonna head north.

North, where?

In the general direction of home.

There.

Hey... Colt.

Yeah.

I was wrong.

You would have beaten Red Dolan.

I hope it all works out for you, John.

Python in a cross draw.

No one's gonna give you

any odds you're gonna like.

Well, Gordo... you might get

some bets going there.

He's fast?

Slow as justice,

but nothing knocks him down.

I've seen him take a lead pipe in

the stomach, bar stool across the back...

about a million beer bottles

broken on that big head of his.

It's kind of like wrestling a crocodile,

except no one ever wins.

Let's go wrestle a crocodile.

Diez!

Nueve!

Ocho!

Siete!

Seis!

Cinco!

Cuatro!

Tres!

Dos!

Diez!

Nueve!

Ocho!

Siete!

Seis!

Cinco!

Cuatro!

Tres!

Dos!

Diez!

Nueve!

Ocho!

Siete!

Seis!

Cinco!

Cuatro!

Tres!

Dos!

Gano visitante.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, easy, easy.

Hey, you gonna put that away?

No doctor.

Of course not. You wouldn't be you.

Hungry yet?

I should be, shouldn't I?

Try this. Here you go.

You sure you're not hungry?

You gonna answer the obvious question?

Boards were on fire, passing around

video of Crossdraw Python...

and this plus-size campesino

killing each other.

We didn't kill each other.

It's the Internet.

I started where I left you,

followed the mountain about 20 miles,

recognized the stable.

That wasn't the obvious question.

You're not gonna hear

the obvious answer. Not out loud.

Okay.

Okay, let's get you on your feet.

See what kind of leaks you spring.

Come here.

Anything hurt?

Yes.

Okay, anything in particular?

My arms and legs are working.

Couple busted ribs probably.

How about the internal stuff?

Well, I'm pissing less blood.

Good... it's a start.

Aren't you supposed to wait

until the flame goes down?

You cook them off of the coals.

Want to do this?

Yes.

Just sit there and eat

what I give you, okay?

I, uh, I sold... I sold computers.

Big-screen TVs, stereos.

Well, you asked what I did before.

About 100 years ago.

Yeah... that's about how long it takes.

I went to watch, at first.

Because that's who I was... a spectator.

And this kid, maybe 20,

he had this look on his face...

like this was one more thing

he was gonna fail at.

And he did.

Two hits, one between left pec

and shoulder, one side abdomen...

and the fight went right out of him.

And after, he was out

in the parking lot...

selling the Python

with a cut-up, leather drop leg.

And I bought it, without thinking,

without skills, without a plan.

That's not exactly right.

I walked into the circle

that first time...

I was hoping to find something...

You know... feel something.

Did you?

That seems to be the problem.

Zorringer?

Not here. Maybe an hour. Maybe tomorrow.

- All right, two beers.

- All right.

We're gonna need a room, too.

Making you wait in line

like you're at the f***ing deli.

F***er's so fast, why play games? Hmm?

What, you want me to shut up,

tell me to shut up.

What? No, no, coffee, some breakfast.

Huevos?

Okay, huevos.

Save you a trip.

Bourbon chaser next time.

Hey.

Feel different today?

How?

Want to take a walk around?

See the sights?

I haven't had much luck sleeping.

Maybe I'll go back up.

F***.

John!

You all right?

No, I'm not all right.

We're not f***ing all right!

We gotta get the f*** out of here!

It's okay. It happens sometimes.

People come here with money.

What about the police?

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