Nightscape Page #2

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that's proof death's onto me.

Maybe you won't think

I'm crazy then.

I wouldn't think that.

I ain't told you yet.

Don't hardly matter.

Uh-uh. I ain't someone

to tie to.

I'm tellin' ya,

I got black luck.

I get by alright.

It's everyone else gets the

muddy end of the stick.

It's like that...

story from school.

The one

with the monkey's paw.

I'm a danger to you.

Can't hardly believe that,

pumpkin.

You ain't seein' me for real.

It ain't me what's gotta worry.

For whatever reason,

the devil's on my side.

That's why I gotta go,

If I can't get clear

of my black luck...

I need someone

can take the fallout.

El Buitre...

he's as as I ever come.

Hey, man.

Cops liable to roll around

this hour..

dusk.

Hey, chamo.

You holding?

That depends who's asking,

partner.

This is entrapment.

Just a journeyman racer

who needs a boost.

You lookin' to get amped,

that it?

Hey, cario.

He's not himself, your friend.

What'd you say?

I say it is La Muerta Blanca.

Remember the waitress?

Yeah, well, what's your excuse

treatin' me like crow bait?

I thought to keep your friend

out of trouble.

It seemed there was nothing

more to be done for you.

No pulse, no life.

Thank God you were wrong.

What else do you

have for us, Shirley?

Because I'll be honest with

you, I'm a believer in logic.

I'm with you on that, Tom.

But I don't know how else

to discribe 'em

except as demons in disguise.

Ministry workers subdued 'em

after a tussle.

I didn't see

what happened exactly.

Just the afterclap.

And to confirm,

this was at that tent revival?

The one off River Road?

...leaves us to pick

and search out His meaning.

Overwhelm us with your truth,

O Lord!

Mm hmm.

Some here got faith

to take hold of.

For too long now, we've been

sleeping in our faith.

This night... the perversions

of humanity we've seen...

It's all part of the Lord's

awakening fear.

Just as the Lord sent the

Leviathan against Jonah,

He's sent these devils

against us.

These devils... they gall us

to the healing power

of the Holy Spirit.

This night...

the awakening fear of the Lord

done broke in on us.

In all things...

God is a sufficient redeemer.

So my desire for you tonight...

is to know the Holy Spirit

is present

within each and every one

of you.

These devils used to be men,

and can be men again,

I believe,

if they have faith.

'Cause they have to be ready

to receive the healing.

It's their faith that will activate

the power of the Holy Spirit.

Pull the hood on the first one.

The power of the Holy Spirit

is the same yesterday,

the same today,

the same forever!

Do you believe Jesus Christ

is your personal savior?

Do you believe your body is

the temple of the Holy Spirit?

Die, meat puppet!

I'll see you down to the nub

of your wrung soul!

Show me yours, diabolito...

and I'll show you mine.

And we see who scares who.

You had your chance, mosca.

This one is mine.

'Mornin', miss.

You seekin' spiritual comfort?

Actually, lookin'

for a friend of mine got lost.

No one around but the few

folks you see, mostly ministry.

Hard night, huh?

You heard the sirens?

Just generally.

Care to make a donation?

Whatever you could spare

would be a blessin'.

Sorry. Down to about a dollar's

worth of nothin' myself.

Wait, child.

I know it ain't much but...

sometimes, a small kindness

at the right time...

is enough.

Please.

It would do my heart good.

...report several cases

of a new mystery virus

with symptoms similar to

those of...

Patients with the disease,

experience high fevers,

night sweats, severe body

aches, delusional episodes...

Can I borrow your phone?

It's important.

Phone's for payin' customers.

Club soda, then.

Hey, where's the ladies room?

That the last run, then?

Sorry.

Hey, cario.

I just called you.

And here I am

Uh-uh. House rules

is stakes or nothin'.

Come on, man.

Little lady brightens up

the room.

'Specially after last night.

Yeah, sure.

Oh wait, I ordered a club soda.

Can we get back to playin' now?

Any side bets? Moffat?

Damn the weather.

Alright, down to the

shoot-out.

One roll apiece,

top-score get's the pot.

I'll go first.

That's eleven, three, fourteen

total. Fourteen's the point.

Blow.

Got the run on us now,

looks like.

Time to call it in and get.

Yeah, I should cash out too,

'fore my old lady goes bugnuts

like Lou Gaston.

Ain't no gettin' over that, man.

Alright boys, as always,

good playin'.

How 'bout you, amigo?

What's your reckonin'?

As much as I'd like to win

my stake back,

the day's a-callin'.

It's up to you.

How 'bout we speed things up

a little

now that it's just

the two of us.

Keep it between the lines

and dirty side down.

I'll hang for a while to see

this... just outta curiosity.

What would you say to a game

of Miwin's Hazard?

That'd move things along.

What game is this?

Three dice, three cups.

These aren't your usual

six-sided dice, though.

Each die

has just three numbers.

Dice are rolled fairly,

but under the cups.

You pick one, I pick one.

Since each number only comes

up once,

we always have a winner.

Her we go...

just roll 'em in the cups.

A win to start.

This time, I raise you a deuce.

No limit on the raise?

Say a nickel limit?

A nickel, then.

Three in a row.

I gotta admit, amigo..

I'm gettin' a cob on about this.

Your girlfriend here's defyin'

the odds somethin' fierce.

I thought it was

a game of chance.

Sure she's rollin' the dice

in those cups?

I advise you to conduct

yourself in American.

Wait outside while he counts

my winnings.

You think I'm gonna chock

this up to craphouse luck?

I know games of this kind.

The way it works.

It is like

rock-paper-scissors,

but you know my pick

in advance.

Apparently, you cannot win

for cheating.

Stop right there, amigo,

or so help me God, I'll beat

you all hollow.

My money... count it out.

What are you fixin' to do

with that cripple hand?

This hand... it is flesh

and hellfire altogether.

Aagh!

Ugh... ugh... ugh.

Help me with the money.

What was that back there?

Is that some kind of

pro-thesis, or whatever?

This devil-bit hand...

it is a rebuke

to the dead order around us.

Just like La Muerta Blanca.

It is dust and blood...

what you say? A graft?

It's an outward sign

of my faith.

Yeah, what religion is this?

The name would mean nothing

to you.

Just know that, to our eyes,

your Christian God is dead.

The earth and everything else

is part of His slow decay.

We seek out other deities.

Where we goin'?

To gather up our own danger.

you're givin' me a pony.

He could be useful.

No, uh-uh, you keep him

trussed up and far away.

I can protect you.

And you give me a jack handle

or something justin case.

I'm sick at heart at what I

done.

You gotta believe that.

I got an evil spirit ridin'

me now.

Wasn't ever me.

I'm not tryin' to excuse it.

That's just the deadwood truth.

If I turn, don't hesitate...

I can protect you

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