Child of God Page #2

Yeah, I'll call you back.

Shut the door, cotton.

This son of a b*tch?

Sh*t.

Where the hell'd you find him at?

He not the one?

Well, yes, he's the one.

The one!

It's them other two sons of

b*tches I want jailed.

This son of a b*tch here, sh*t.

I ain't done...

I ain't done nothing.

I ain't done a damn thing.

You want to make charges

against this man or not?

Hell yes, I do.

What do you want us to charge him with?

Rape!

F***ing rape!

Sheriff, I ain't done nothing.

Salt and battery too,

you son of a b*tch.

Sheriff, she ain't nothing

but a goddamn old whore.

-F***!

- Hey, hey.

F***!

You son of a b*tch!

You a goddamn little whore.

That's all you is!

Son of a b*tch.

I ain't afraid of you.

- All right, that's enough.

- Let me at him!

Didn't your mama leave you in the river,

you f***ing piece of sh*t?

Get your goddamn restraints!

Shut up!

Flying home

I'm flying home

I'm flying home

I'm flying home

Flying home

What your name?

John.

N*gger John.

What you in for?

What? What you say?

I said, what you in for?

I cut a motherf***er's head

off with a pocketknife.

I was supposed to have raped the old girl.

She nothing but a goddamn whore anyway.

White p*ssy's nothing but trouble.

I'll remember that.

But I mean, yeah, I guess it is.

I guess it is.

- I ain't never...I never heard it put that way.

- Flying home

Fly like a motherf***er

Flying home

I'm flying home

Flying home, huh?

I like that song.

Flying home Flying home

All right, John, why don't you stand

up and face that wall right there?

Face that wall.

Put your hands on the back of

your head, interlock your fingers.

Flying home

Flying like a motherf***er

I'm flying home

Yeah, you'll be flying home all right.

Home to your maker.

- Flying home

- Hey, john.

John.

I'm flying home

- Take it easy, John.

- Flying home

John, you take it easy.

I'm flying home

John, you hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

I'm flying home

Flying home

I'm flying home

Like a motherf***er!

So what's your plan?

Go home.

What then?

What sort of meanness have you

got laid out for next?

I ain't got any laid out.

You might could give us a clue,

keep it more fair.

Let's see, failure to comply

with a court order,

public disturbance, assault and battery,

public drunk, rape...

I guess murder's next on the list.

Or what things is you done we

ain't found out yet?

I ain't done nothing.

You just got it in for me.

You get your ass on home, Ballard.

These people here in town

won't put up with your sh*t.

I ain't asked nothing from nobody

in this chickenshit town.

You get your ass on home.

Ain't a goddamn thing keeping me

here except you going on at the mouth.

He had that rifle from when

he was almost just a boy.

He worked for old man whaley setting

fence posts at eight cents a post to buy it.

Told me quit midmorning right in

the middle of the field the day

he got enough money.

I don't remember what he get for it,

but I think it come to over 700 posts.

I'll say one thing,

he could by god shoot it.

Hit anything he could see.

I seen him shoot a spider out of

a web in the top of big red oak

one time, and we was as far from

the tree as from here to the road yonder.

Step right up, folks. Step right up.

Test your skill, win a prize.

How about you, young man?

What do you have?

On the card, shoot out the

red dot in the middle.

You have five chances in which to do it,

and you pick any choice prize in the house.

Wow.

All right.

And, uh, the elbow rest is permitted.

Oh, is that right?

I don't need no rest.

Let me have that there tiger.

All of the red must be

removed in order to win.

You mean that there?

All the red must be removed.

Why don't you go and hand me

that there tiger?

Mm-hmm. Looks right.

- There it is.

- You have a nice day, sir.

Step right up!

Step right up and test your skill.

You stay right where you is.

I ain't done firing yet.

Look at all those bears he won.

Mix it in a little bit, all right?

It's real simple.

Know what I'm saying?

This is y'all's your home.

I'm making more food for us all tonight.

We're gonna celebrate.

Be our first night together in our new home.

Yeah, that's what it is.

Oh, Bobby. Oh, Bobby.

Oh, Bobby. Oh, Bobby.

Oh, god.

Oh, Bobby. Oh, Bobby.

Let him come. Come on.

Oh, f***.

Oh, sh*t.

Motherf***er.

You better run, you son of a b*tch!

Okay.

There wasn't none of 'em any

account that I'd ever heard of.

I remember his granddaddy.

Name was Leland.

He was getting a war pension as an old man.

Died back in the late '20s,

was supposed to have been

in the union army.

It was a known fact he didn't do nothing

the whole war but scout the bushes.

They come looking for him two or three times.

Hell, he never did go to war.

Old man Cameron tells this, and I

don't know what cause he'd have to lie.

Said they come out there to get

Leland Ballard, and while they

was hunting him in the barn

and the smokehouse and all,

he slipped down out the bushes to

where their horses was at,

cut the leather off the sergeant's

saddle to halfsole his shoes with.

No, I don't know how

he got that pension.

Lied to 'em, I reckon.

Sevier county put more men in

the union army than it had

registered voters,

but he wasn't one of them.

He was just the only one who had

brass enough to ask for a pension.

That's right.

Hey.

God almighty.

It's small.

You know I want to come.

That's what you like, isn't it?

God!

Okay, okay.

Okay.

We're almost there.

It's a little temporary.

It's a nice spot though.

Okay, almost there.

We made it.

Man...

Okay.

Okay, there.

The hell?

No!

Run!

Get out of here!

Move!

The hell you doing here?

What's your goddamn problem?

- Get the hell outta here!

- We thought we could hunt here.

You can get on and hunt then!

You don't hunt in no goddamn cat.

- Come on, Aaron.

- You get on and hunt!

You lying sack of goddamn sh*t

what you is.

I'm gonna keep my eyes on you two,

two little motherfucking kids.

My cousin'll be coming for you,

you f***ing loon.

I'll be waiting for your cousin and

you two little motherfuckers too.

You bet...you...

Okay.

Right.

Okay, I got to put you somewhere else.

Come here.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry.

I got to move you.

Hallelujah.

Okay, okay, that's okay.

God damn.

Can I help you?

How much is that there

red dress out front?

Mm...$5.98.

Yes.

- $5.98?

- $5.98

Okay, well, $5.98.

What size you need?

Size?

I don't know what size she takes.

Oh.

Well, how big is she?

I don't believe she's as big as you.

Um, you know how much she weighs?

I say...she weigh about

a hundred pound, I bet.

Well, this here's...

Oh, wow.

This here's a 7.

Okay.

I think it would fit her.

Oh, yeah, okay.

Unless she's just teensy.

All right.

Well, she wanted some stuff to go with it.

What all does she need?

She needs some drawers.

That what she need.

- Well, they's all...they's all there.

- Oh, they in there?

Okay.

Okay.

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