Lawless Page #6
A couple years later,
Howard moved to Martinville,
found work in the textile mills there.
Surprised us all by getting hitched,
having a whole bunch of children.
Bertha Minnix,
the preacher's daughter, well,
that gal always had
a rebellious streak in her.
We got married the following year.
I ran my daddy's farm.
Raised cattle,
grew tobacco.
All right, then, here we go.
After he got shot at the bridge,
Forrest spent two weeks
recuperating in the hospital.
Then he walked out of there
and married Maggie.
- You gonna toast, Howard?
- Yeah.
Neither of them told no one.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
He was like that, Forrest.
Don't you boys be making a commotion
when you come upstairs, all right?
- Yes, ma'am.
- I'm going to bed.
Come on, you, up to bed.
Night.
Good night, boys.
Hey, come on, Forrest.
Come on.
Why don't you show us a dance?
Come on, Uncle Forrest, get up.
Come on!
- Come on.
- I ain't dancing for you two jackasses.
Come on, huh?
I'm gonna go get me some air.
- Do one move.
- No.
- Here we go, here we go! Oh, oh...
- Come on...
There ain't enough space.
Let him walk it off.
Yep, I'm gonna...
I'm going to bed, too.
It's too damn cold to be sitting
out here on this porch.
Midnight's upon us already.
Night, Forrest.
- Night, Jack.
- Good night.
Forrest once said
nothing could kill us,
And back then I think
Hell, I know Forrest did.
'Cause no matter what
he seemed to be able to just
stand up and keep on going.
Getting a little more bent,
a little more twisted each time.
But nobody leaves
this world alive.
Not even Forrest.
And in the end,
it was dumb luck
and pneumonia that got him.
It was as simple
and indifferent as that.
Nowadays, we Bondurants
abide by the law.
People ain't trying to cut our throats,
stab us, shoot us no more.
Them days are long gone.
Sometimes when I'm out on the porch,
just sitting around doing nothing,
hell...
...it sure does get
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