Cockfighter Page #3

Square on New Year's Eve.

How you getting along with

Frank since he stopped talking?

Hell.

I like him better now.

Before his big mouth

lost him the cock

Fight of the end medal?

He was on to my

tail all the time.

Buford do this, Buford do that.

Now he do what he has to

do and I do what I do.

Everything's nice and quiet.

Hit him where it hurts!

He'll never make it now

Get ready.

Hit.

Kick it up!

Get Ready!

My cock was bored, how

could he be a runner?

A runner's a cock

that runs, Omar.

Pete wins, dammit.

Y'all's cock left the pit.

Pete.

He was confused.

He wanted to get

back to the pit,

He just forgot where it was.

You heard what the referee said.

Yeah, I heard him.

Mr. Mansfield?

Saw you 52 up on the board.

Our roosters won two

fights this year.

Least the guy I bought him from

Said he won two fights.

I'd like to bet

you $25 even money.

Hm?

You got yourself a bet, son.

You're going to have

to fight him short heel.

Got a pair?

I ain't got no heels.

Yeah, no problem,

I'll lend you a pair.

Want me to heal them for you?

No, I don't need nobody

to heel them for me,

I heel lots of birds.

This here's and extra hack.

Mr. Mansfield's white

against Junior's grey.

Both birds weigh 5.2,

fighting in short heel.

Bill them up.

That's enough.

Flush your birds.

Flush her one time.

Flush her.

On your score.

Hit!

Foul!

Whaddya mean, foul!

You stuck your finger

up that cock's ass!

I was told if you stick

your finger up there

And rub his balls a

little bit, then it

Puts some life in your chicken.

Who told you that?

My daddy did.

When you stick you finger

in a cock's ass like that...

C'mon, now, is it a foul?

With that sharp

fingernail, that's a foul.

That's the way to throw a fight.

Mr. Mansfield, look,

I didn't know that.

I swear I didn't know it

and... and, I apologize to you.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You're blacklisted

from this pit,

And all Southern

conference pits.

How long's the blacklist?

Forever, boy, and

your daddy too.

Oh, right, I owe

you $25, don't I. Uh.

I'll tell you, Mr. Mansfield,

I didn't bring no cash with me.

You know, I was so

sure I was gonna win,

I just left it all at home,

but I got some at home,

And as soon as I get

there, I'm gonna get it,

I'm gonna bring it here

and give it to you.

Oh God damn!

Let go of my chicken!

Dear Mary Elizabeth.

We have got to make

a decision about what

To do with our lives.

Until you've been

to a cock fight,

Or seen me in the cock

pit, we won't ever

Have any understanding.

I'm sending you two tickets to

the Milledgeville tournament

For March the 15th and 16th.

All my love, Frank.

PS you've got to give

me a fighting chance.

Good luck, Mr. Mansfield.

For this last derby fight.

You fellas get ready.

Get ready.

On your lines.

Hit 'em.

Don't suppose you

heard the good news.

Get ready.

On the line Hit 'em.

Remember Dody White?

Well.

I married her, Frank.

Foul.

But the wins.

Frank, she's uh, she's got

the wild idea from somewhere

That you can talk.

And uh, and she's afraid

you're gonna say something

About, uh, you and her.

And, uh, well I know

it's a lot of crap,

But you know how women are.

Mr. Pete Chocolate, the

derby winner, and Jack Burke,

The close second.

Well, anyway, I'll tell

her I talked to you.

Here's the big one you

been waiting on, folks.

Shakes and no weight limits.

You bill 'em up, gentlemen.

I got $25, $20.

I call $25, $20.

I'm on the black chicken.

I'll lay $25, $30

I'll lay it.

You're on.

I'll lay $25, $30.

$25, $30 on the red.

I'll lay $30, $20.

I'll lay $100, $80.

I'll lay $50, $75.

$50, $75 on the black.

$25, $30.

Oh you got 50 on the black,

I got the black rooster.

Hit 'em.

What were the

odds on Mrs. Burke?

Well, if we don't

count out dead chickens,

We're $3,800 ahead on the

derby in the main winnings.

Now, if you want to, we can skip

either Chattanooga or Biloxi,

And spend the extra time

conditioning for Milledgeville.

When the pressure's on,

gentlemen, a promoter's just

Gotta do the best he can.

When the SPCA got

its dander up, why,

The Sheriff just had

to go along with them,

That's all there is to it.

County elections, you see.

But I got next to the city

officials without no trouble.

So instead of fighting

out to the game club, why,

We can stage our little

derby right here in the hotel

Without no trouble.

Just take a feel of this,

this wonderful pit floor.

Why, a, a carpet

like this, all nylon,

Makes a wonderful period.

And you don't have to worry

about damages, neither,

Because that's my look out.

We also got exclusive use

of the service elevator

Out here to bring that c*cks

up from the basement garage.

There won't be many

spectators, but you'll

Be able to get any bets

covered because there are

Three really big money men

flying in this afternoon

From Nashville.

Frankly, gentlemen, I...

I've got a question.

What do we with the

dead c*cks, Mr. Reed?

That's an excellent

question, Mr. Whipple.

The dead cops will be

stacked in the bathtub.

Any more questions?

Yes sir, what do we

use for the drag pit?

The VIP suite will

be used for the drag.

But the main pit will be

right here in this room

With all the furniture removed.

You can heel in that other

bedroom past the bathroom

That where Mr.

Baradansky's standing.

Any more questions?

Well that's it then.

The fighting starts at

10 AM in the morning.

Mimeograph schedules

will be run off

And slipped under

your doors tonight.

Now if you gentlemen will give

me a list of all your weights,

Why, I'll get started

on the matching.

Yeah, you're right, We could

lose our chickens an array.

But we could get fat off

those Nashville gamblers.

Why don't you take our derby

birds on to Cook's Hollow.

I'll take the other

birds in a truck,

Go to a motel

outside of town, come

Back, do some gambling anyway.

I should have brought

another handkerchief.

When I ask Fred Reed for that

entry fee back, he's gonna cry.

I see on the board, you'd

looking for a 5.2 to fight.

Well, you give away

an ounce, we got

A 5.3 I figure would take him.

Mine, Mr. Mansfield.

Little Joe.

Ever hear tell of Little Joe?

All right, Mr. Mansfield

hadn't fought in this neck

Of the woods in some time, Tom.

Well, he's a six time winner.

Can't fight him here though,

'cause he's crowd shy,

But you come out to

our place, and we

Can give you a private hack.

Tell you what.

I'll give you two to one and,

and you can name the amount.

We ain't gonna...

Little Joe just on $50, uh uh.

$500.

And you gave him two to one.

Little Joe can take him, daddy.

Hm.

You got yourself a bet.

You just follow us on out

whenever you're ready.

Trick, Frank.

People has gotta square of

linoleum in his cockpit.

He rubs rosin on

Little Joe's feet,

And on that slick wax

surface, the other cock

Hasn't got a chance.

I got a chunk of

rosin for you here.

That way at least you start

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