Missionary Man Page #4

Have a little drink.

See if we can work something out.

Give me a beer.

And then give this man whatever he wants.

- Gracias.

- Tequila, straight up. No lime, no salt.

Look, here it is.

I don't give a f*** who you are

or where you came from.

I damn sure don't give a f***

why you're here.

The way I see it, we got three options.

First is, I can just kill you now,

and be done with it.

The second, you can walk

out of this bar alive,

get on your iron horse, and ride out of town.

Never look back.

And when you're gone, you stay gone.

Third option, and for my money,

the most interesting, is

you could come to work for me.

Hell, I could use a man with your skills and

your... How did you put that, Gomez?

Your spiritual disposition.

Might even help my reputation.

What do you say?

First, your reputation is bad.

It's always going to be bad,

no matter who works for you.

Second, I don't like people that take

advantage of others for power and money.

And, third,

I don't like you, Reno.

Well, I'll take that as a "no."

Thanks for the drink.

- Don't walk away from me.

- Hold it.

Wait, wait, wait!

This holy man's day of reckoning is at hand.

Stop! I said stop, God damn it.

Nobody walks out on me.

Hold it! That's enough.

Now put your weapon down.

- Sheriff, what do you think you're doing?

- Put your gun down or I'll put you down.

Let's go find a little Indian boy to scalp.

Back in the bar. Move it.

Damn, that was stupid.

Now Reno's got me in his sights, too.

Yep.

I got to find your missing witness

before Reno does.

All right, Sheriff.

I knew you'd come back.

That's the gun they shot you with.

I got something else for you.

"All my enemies are driven back.

They shall fall and perish at thy presence."

Murphy, I'm not interrupting you, am I?

Did you make my call for me?

Yeah, yeah, I did, boss.

They'll be here tonight.

Well, good, good. That's grand.

It's about f***ing time, too.

Should have done this a long time ago.

Sugar plum? Honey?

You don't mind if we

talk a little business, do you?

- All right.

- Move it!

So, what did my buddy up north

have to say?

Hurry!

Thanks for coming, partner.

Glad you're here.

The crew does look good.

I see you still got the twins with you,

and they are still riding their own material.

- Never leave home without them.

- Business going well, I take it?

- Everything going smooth up north?

- I got no problems here.

You know, the usual, some killing,

some f***ing. Lots of hard partying.

- That's what pays off in this business.

- Every time.

My problem is, I got a witness.

He's just a local Indian boy named Billy,

but he saw one of my drug raids go down.

And just seeing it go down, it's no big

deal in and of itself, but this one got ugly.

It got messy in a hurry,

and somebody shot one of my men.

All hell broke loose, and everybody died.

You f***ed up.

Killing dealers wasn't part of the plan.

Now, the Mexicans are

going to want payback,

and these Mexicans don't f*** around.

You took their money. You took their drugs.

You probably killed

somebody's f***ing cousin.

What were you thinking?

- You still got the money and the drugs?

- Yeah, sure.

This is what we're going to do.

We're going to pin it on the Indian kid.

Put the money and the drugs on him.

Make sure the Sheriff finds him that way.

- Dead, with all the sh*t on him.

- That's a damn good idea.

- You think so, Reno?

- Yep.

I don't know, 'cause you still seem nervous.

Is there something you're not telling me?

A couple of days ago, this old boy comes

riding into town on a strange-looking bike.

He starts beating up my men,

shooting up my bar,

causing me all kinds of trouble

every day of the week.

Big, tall, rough-looking bastard.

Military training for sure.

And here's the weird thing.

He carries a Bible around with him

everywhere he goes.

Did you say he had a Bible?

How do you know it wasn't just a big book?

No, it was a Bible for sure.

My men even tell me he reads from it.

- Is it a tall guy, blonde hair, old Hog?

- Yeah. Yeah, that's him exactly!

Lmpossible, I knew a guy like that once,

but that guy's dead.

He's dead?

Well, you f***ed up, because

he's alive, and he's kicking my ass.

I f***ed up? Huh? I f***ed up?

No, 'cause the way I see it, Reno, the only

one that's f***ing up around here is you.

Drug dealers are dead. Business is dead.

You got a murder witness

running around free that should be dead.

And to top it all off,

we still don't have a f***ing casino!

You got a nice place here, Reno.

I hope you don't mind if I live here

when you're dead.

Come on. Let's go, you pieces

of white trash. Going to Black River.

- I wonder if my kids are okay.

- They're in good hands.

White Deer is a wise old man.

You remind me of their father.

Every day I see their faces

and I think of him, and remember him

and how much they miss him.

- Really?

- He was killed by a biker gang.

Look, maybe something good

will come out of what I have to do here.

Just remember to make the most of it.

Can't you wait till morning? Please don't go.

It's a nightmare.

You must be Billy.

Nobody else could be stupid enough

to sit on my bike.

Yeah, I'm Billy.

Who the f*** are you?

- My name is Jarfe.

- That's a funny name. Jarfe.

You know, there's a funny story

that goes with that.

Well, my mother and father,

they were really bad drunks.

And the last thing she gave me

before she died giving birth to me

was this f***ed-up name.

Now, long story short,

she's at the hospital, on a table,

legs up in the stirrups,

and I come popping out.

The nurse turns to her and says,

"What do you want to name him?"

Now, she meant to say "Jeff."

But she was just so drunk and beaten,

you know, the old man busted her jaw,

that it came out "Jarfe."

And then she died a few minutes later.

So, I guess you could say I came into

this world a little f***ed up, huh?

Yeah.

All right, I want you to have this, right here.

I don't do drugs, Billy, they're bad for you.

Man, please.

If this is about the other night, please, man.

I promise I won't tell nobody.

I won't tell nobody, please.

Let me talk to Reno.

I talk to Reno, please, man.

You redskin fucks'll never learn.

This is a white man's world.

Not so fast.

You got an old biker staying here.

- Tall guy, blonde? Reads the Bible.

- Screw you.

That's the idea.

Listen, you dirty, little whore.

Maybe you'd like to have this

conversation in private.

- I'm not a whore.

- That's what they all say.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, up against the wall, a**hole.

- Is there a problem, officer?

- I said up against the wall!

I'm sorry, did you say something?

- Kiowa, come back here! Come back.

- No, I'm going to help him.

There he is!

Where do you think you're going?

- Billy's, uh...

- Yeah, I know.

- Dead.

- So are my two deputies.

And you're not going in there.

All right, Sheriff.

But under the circumstances,

I'll make an exception.

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