Night Claws Page #4

number on these guys...

Don't touch it!

Just take pictures of everything.

Want us to make molds

of the footprints?

Hell, no.

I don't want another footprint mold.

I want the beast.

Well, well.

At least two people

actually got away...

Let's go, boys.

This way.

Where to boss?

"Gibson Bay".

Joe...

We got problem.

Yeah, no kidding?

No. I'm talking about a new problem.

We just found out that Sharon

Farmer, took a party of four...

up to the mountains yesterday in

one of her little "survival' trips.

That's not good.

Any more good news?

Well...

just a bunch of guys gathering

down at the county lot

talking about going

out on their own...

and hunting this thing down.

Just what we need.

A bunch of idiots running around

the woods shooting at each other!

I'll go talk to them.

You gather the deputies together...

and we'll go search for

Sharon Farmer's party.

I'll meet you back in

the parking lot in five.

Sheriff, you got it.

Hey guys!

Now is not hunting season, right?

Something killed those two young

kids last night, Sheriff, and we're...

fixing to do something about it.

Ain't that right, boys?

Yeah!

So what do you think about that?

I think your truck's illegally parked.

To what?

This is a county lot...

and you're illegally parked.

Looks like I'm gonna

have to tow you, Steve.

But first...!

I want you to put your

shotguns in the back of this truck.

And I mean now!

Ain't gonna be that easy, Sheriff.

Yes it is.

Watch this.

Now, I'm going to tell

you guys, one more time.

Put your guns in

the back of this truck...

or I'm going over to the courthouse

and I'm going to swear out a warrant

for each and every one of you.

Now, you all know me!

You know I'll do it!

Now, what's it going to be?

That's it!

Put them back there.

Don't worry,

I'll get them back to you!

That goes for you too, Steve.

And give me your keys.

Damn, Sheriff!

Why you gotta go spoil all our fun?

Come by in the morning and I'll

get them back to you. No fine.

Now look, I want you guys to go out,

get yourselves a beers or whatever...

and relax, okay?

We got everything under control here.

You have everything

under control, do you?

Yes it is, well is can be under

the circumstances. Yes.

I see.

- Listen. I had a talk with Mr. Brown.

- Cooter?

Do you talk with Cooter Brown?

That's precious.

I don't understand...

He's the town drunk.

Last year he told everybody that

he was abducted by aliens...

and that they wanted to have sex with him.

What?

And if they keeps the beers coming...

he'll tell anybody any thing.

They wanna hear anything.

Well, it just so happens that

I'm gonna get a lot more

than just stories out of him.

Really?

Would you mind walking with me?

Ah... kind a lot going on right now.

Sure.

- Williams, take care of the truck.

- Got it.

So, you're telling me that Cooter gave

you actual photographs of the "Bigfoot".

No, but he's agreed

to sell them to me.

But you haven't seen them yet?

Not yet. I'm going to meet

him in a couple of hours.

Save yourself some time

and money, and don't go.

- There are no pictures.

- Well, he seemed pretty convincing.

Listen, that's what he does.

That's all he does.

The man lives on disability,

if he had the pictures...

...he'd had sold them already.

Okay, say you're right.

That doesn't prove the

creature doesn't exist.

No, it doesn't.

You're gonna have to excuse me.

I'm going to have to go do

my job for a little while.

What's going on here?

I'm going to go out and search

for a party of five in the woods,

...just to be safe.

Can I go with you?

No, it's out of the question, no.

This is official business.

Well, if you think for one second, that

what I'm doing isn't official business,

you are sadly mistaken.

Do you understand how

important this can be?

What I understand is that

I have two dead teenagers...

...and I don't want to see

any more people get hurt.

- Well, I'm going with you.

- No!

One phone call and I can have

the military rolling in here

...in a matter of hours, and this entire

investigation will be out of your hands.

You know?

That's really too bad.

I was just starting to like you.

Shall I?

Okay, okay.

You can come along, but

don't get in the way.

- Deal.

- No deal. That's the way it is.

- Do we understand each other?

- Perfectly.

Come on.

Alright, deputies!

Follow me on up to Twin Forks Road!

We start our search from there!

Sheriff, you mean

we're going after one of

Cooter Brown's Bigfoot?

No, we're gonna go look

for Sherry Farmer's party.

- You're staying here.

- Huh?

Somebody has to watch

the office, you're the one.

- But Sheriff, I...

- No!

Don't argue with me.

Take care of it.

Yes, sir.

So ah...

Roberta... you're gonna have

to ride with someone else today.

I have to take the

Professor with me.

Okay.

Alright.

I'm sorry.

I'm not getting in the

middle of anything, am I?

No.

There's no problem.

We're all professionals here.

Right?

I suppose so.

You don't want to do that.

Toss it.

Don't be a hero, pal.

They're way overrated.

Now toss the piece or

lose the top of your head.

- Let me shoot him, boss.

- Shut up, number 2.

But you promised I

got to shoot somebody.

Shut up!

What's going on, Charlie?

Relax, honey...

We're here to help you.

That's great.

Get up, both of you.

Hey?

What's going on? Why do you

have a gun pointed at him?

Shut up, Cindy.

We're the prince.

Come on, move it.

Both of you, let's go!

Give me another one, Bobby.

Hey, you got it.

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

- Hell, yeah.

- Hell, yeah.

Hide it.

Come on hide it.

Having a nice afternoon, Jimmy?

Yeah, Sheriff, doing just fine.

Good to hear it.

Good to hear it.

Just out for a drive this afternoon?

Yeah, you know uh...

Just a little drive, killing time.

Yeah, I hear you.

Alright you two, listen up...

I know you like to have a beer party

out here in the woods, now and then.

Frankly I don't care.

I really don't.

But you're not having it tonight.

You understand me?

Not tonight!

- Yes, Sheriff, sure thing.

- Don't play me, Jimmy!

There is something going on here

and I can't talk about it right now.

But it's not safe for either

one of you to be out here

alone in the woods tonight.

- Sheriff... I don't think...

- Let me finish!

Now look, I'm going to cut

you a break on that beer

that you got in the back there.

The both of you better promise to me

that you're going to town tonight

and you're gonna stay there.

And don't BS me.

We'll do what you say, Sheriff.

Yes, Sheriff, we'll do what you say.

We promise.

Okay then, you boys have a nice day.

You too.

- Thank you, Sheriff!

- Thanks.

Hand me my beer.

- Jimmy, what you reckon?

- About what?

About what the Sheriff said.

- Bobby...

- Yeah.

I think we're gonna

have ourselves a party.

- Hell, yeah!

- Right on.

Hit it!

That's it. I'm done.

I'm not going any further

till I get some answers.

Keep walking.

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