Love and a .45 Page #3

Find the f***in' money!

Come on, man!

Come on!

Get off of me.

Watty, she doesn't look good.

Hurry up, Billy!

Hurry up, man!

I got it.

Damn them f***in' pigs.

He's chasing a speeder

on the highway.

Get off of me.

Come on, man.

Let's get out of here now!

That stupid f***in'

b*tch!

That stupid f***in' b*tch!

B*tch! B*tch!

Why did she have to f***in'...

I killed her!

F***!

Damn!

Watty...

Watty.

Watty I did a bad thing.

Watty!

Up until now,

I always considered myself happy.

I had a beautiful girlfriend...

a car and a trailer home.

But at this moment I knew

my life had taken an unwelcome turn.

I'd been a con and a thief

for twenty-five years,

but I never hurt no one.

Billy had violated the code,

he'd packed a loaded gun.

Speed snortin' psychopath

sittin' next to me,

had interrupted the flow

of my happiness.

He had killed someone

in my presence...

and in all likelihood,

my life had been f***ed.

Hey...

I'm hungry, man.

I think I need to eat.

I need to get me some breakfast.

Billy, you are crazy.

You're gonna take me

to some f***in' breakfast,

and you're gonna pay for it now.

You got that f***in' right?

Now!

I really f***ed up.

Just eat your damn eggs.

They're gonna find me.

You know they fry you that sh*t.

They gonna fry me.

Remember when we was

back in Huntsville?

They fried Clarence.

I know you remember

that f***in' smell.

You could hear him screaming

all the way down the cellblock.

His eyes were comin' out

of his f***in' head.

Shut the f*** up, man!

They ain't gonna do sh*t.

You know they will.

I got my prints all over that safe.

Hell, you didn't do sh*t, man.

You're practically in the clear.

They'll probably

let you off on probation.

Shut the f*** up, man!

We're getting out of here

right now,

before somebody calls

the freakin' cops.

Come on, let's go.

We're not goin' nowhere till

I finish my damn breakfast.

Christ, Billy, put that

f***in' thing away, man.

Okay.

I want you to...

I want you to take your

car keys,

and I want you to drop them

f***ers in my plate now.

You're crazier than

a road lizard, Billy.

Maybe I am, but I ain't

goin' back to that place.

And I ain't goin' to that

f***in' chair.

I'm gonna go down south,

take that money...

go get me some margaritas

down there in Mexico.

'Cause I know what you'd do...

You and your stupid girl friend.

You'd take that money...

and you'd turn me in, wouldn't you?

That's what you'd do!

I'm not stupid, man!

Now you take them keys

out of your pocket,

and you put 'em on my plate now.

Before I paint the f***in' wall

with the back side of your head.

Now!

F*** you, Billy!

Have a nice day.

Get it out!

Get this f***in'

fork out of my neck!

Run, Watty Watt.

You better watch your back.

I figured that Billy Mack

would probably bleed to death

at some rest stop off the highway.

I regretted having

to fork him in the neck,

but, I swear to God

he'd have shot me if I hadn't.

I'd often liked Billy,

but he was crazy...

And I hope that he was killed.

I got a I Ching,

where the hell is it?

I don't know.

What the hell happened?

The job got f***ed!

F***in' Billy

shot the counter girl.

Then he made me

take him to breakfast...

then he tried to kill me

so I stuck a fork in his neck.

I'm not sure if I killed him or not.

In any case, I got the money

but we gotta go on a little vacation.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did I just hear you say

you think that y'all killed someone?

I didn't kill anyone.

Billy killed that counter girl,

except for maybe

I killed Billy. I'm not sure.

Maybe? What the hell

are you saying?

I told you I stuck a fork

in his neck and it looked to me like

he was getting ready to bleed to

death in the not so distant future.

- What you do that for?

- I told you!

He killed that girl and it looked

like he was ready to kill me!

I can't believe that a**hole

actually killed someone.

Well, he sure as hell did.

And we sure as hell got to get

the hell out of Dodge pronto

till things cool off a bit.

- You got the money?

- It's in the car.

Where we gonna go?

Well, I was thinkin' Mexico

sounds pretty good.

- How about you?

- Mexico?

Watty, are you shitting me?

Your gonna take me to Mexico?

Oh my God!

That'll be so much fun.

- We can practice our Spanish.

- We sure can.

What should I bring?

What's the weather like?

- Hot.

- I don't have to bring much, do I?

- Hey...

- What?

You know you don't have

to come with me, Star.

Baby, I'd follow you to Oklahoma.

- You mean that, baby?

- I sure do.

Well all right.

- Wait, wait.

- What?

- Come on, Star.

- I just wanta take a picture.

I wanta remember you face.

Come on.

- What are you doin'?

- You know what I'm doin', baby.

You make me feel so good.

It's the sole reason why

the good Lord put me on this earth.

Huh-Hum.

I apologize for the rude

interruption, ma'am.

You shouldn't be hanging around with

this larcenist variety of white trash.

Well, well.

If it isn't my favorite

ex-convict, Watty Watts.

Why Ranger Rex,

what a pleasant surprise.

I'm so glad

you could stop on over...

but seeing how you don't

have a warrant...

I'm afraid I'm gonna have

to cut our visit a little short.

Oh, how thoughtless of me, Watts.

I plumb forgot all about my warrant.

Here, let me reacclimate

your privates for you.

You mother f***er!

Easy there, missy.

Simp just had four cups

of that Italian coffee.

He's a little twitchy.

F*** you!

Whoo, I bet that hurt

pretty good, huh cowboy?

With all the go-go juice up

in your little cojones.

Yeah, me and Simp were just

cruising the neighborhood,

knowing your feeling towards

robbing and stealing

we just stopped on in

to have us a little chat.

Well, I've been livin' the

straight and narrow

so why don't you take your

chicken-fried, fascist ass,

out of my f***in' house

before I call the cops.

We are the cops, sh*t brain.

You know what it feels like

to hold a gun up to a punk's head?

I don't really like guns.

Feels real good.

I guess you wouldn't be knowing

nothin' about a particular messy

convenience store job

over in Creedmore?

The way I see it,

a few jokers went in there...

looking for a big score...

lost their cool and blew a

two-by-two hole

in the back of one pretty

little cashier's head.

Now normally...

...this would be just another

big night in Texas.

But, it just so happens the cashier

was a local sheriff's little girl.

You know what

that makes her, Watts?

A very bad trip.

A very bad trip for whoever

pulled that trigger.

And seeing how the sheriff of

Creedmore happens to be my brother,

what do you think that makes

that dead little girl to me, Watts?

Huh?

Your wife?

- Watty.

- That's right...

that makes her my niece.

And what does that mean?

It means I might have to smoke the

low-rent punk that blew her away.

And seeing I got my sights on you,

you might want to consider

something very seriously.

You see I'm on the right side

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