Nightscape Page #3
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if it comes to it, cario.
Ever since I come back to life,
it's like I'm bound
to a new fate.
I just don't know
what it is yet.
It's like when you're a kid
and the days stretch on and on.
You can't wait to catch them
up and come into your own.
Time has that kinda weight
now. The weight of a reckonin'.
You gonna tell me how it is now?
Your friend...
to save him, we have to stop
La Muerta Blanca.
Most likely, he will turn again.
That for certain?
Who knows? It is a prophecy
of chaos, this car.
But also your main chance.
If you got your driver,
what do you need me for?
I ain't about to drink
outta the same bottle
as you dirty dogs.
Hey, I already told...
You, okay, I get it.
You were in a bad skin.
But you... you I got some
Cario, it is impossible
without your luck.
vast and crookback road.
forever and still never find it.
It has been seen on both
coasts- at the same time.
With your talent...
find yourself here...
at this moment,
with this choice?
Hungry?
Still touchy as a teased
snake, I see.
You don't hear nothin' else,
I want you to know...
'preciate you doin' this for me.
Is that what you think?
I felt bad for playin' him mean.
But his gratitude
made me ashamed.
As much as I want to save him,
I'm afraid to get too close.
No tellin' what I might have
to do before it's all over.
Cario, now!
Why would it rile us and run?
Here is comes.
Let's go back.
This car...
it is equipped special.
For police, mostly.
Now we see about
La Muerta Blanca.
Almost there.
Almost.
Now.
Hold tight.
What's wrong?
Jammed.
It should come free to blind it.
Here, take the wheel!
For what? From here?!
Put a steady hand on it!
There's someone in there!
Everything just fades away...
Except the dead pitch of night.
The burden
of being conscious...
Knowin' we're men of parts...
We're the only animals with
that foreknowledge.
We know we don't belong.
She looked in pain.
I seen her before...
Back in the sixties,
during Vietnam...
there was a woman
disappeared.
She was said to have
gone with it.
But there are many rumors.
She claimed to ba a psychic,
this woman.
was a mental projection...
The spirit of la revolucin
made real.
Some say it appears
when the system presses
too much on us.
Who know, cario?
You gotta have some idea.
out from this corrupt earth.
A final escape,
sudden and solemn.
This is my hope.
Ain't there any relief for him?
It affects the ones
run the ragged edge the most.
The ones with a headful
of doubts.
Nights under the stars,
he was always thinkin'...
Stung again, huh?
Like the deuce.
Now I have repairs.
Chasin' it this way,
on the open road...
You thinkin' to corral it?
Somehow, she draws it out.
this time...
her presence.
I need a shot at it.
How well do you know
this country?
If you wanna box it in, there's
a place less than an hour off...
Old lumber mill on the river.
From the highway, looks like
one way in, one way out.
I bring the fire.
Say your car roll
back up the hill.
Supposed to be
a witchy woman
outside of Natural Bridge,
Alabama
after truckers what killed her.
Then there's a stretch
of highway in New Mexico,
US 491...
where cars flat-out disappear.
Used to be 666.
You probably know
most of these.
Some are known as places
where other worlds
show through.
I seen the other side.
When I gone to the bad.
Sometimes I see me there,
movin' fast...
almost peaceful.
Like I'm up above the noise
of the world.
As terrible as they are,
I envy you, chamo,
those visions, the
inspiration.
translated out.
I tell you true, chamo,
the sun will lose it's glory,
and the moon is gloss,
before I let it go.
There's no helpin' him,
is there?
Even if we fail,
Yeah, you're a cold bullet,
alright.
Those actual bombs?
Landmines.
Lordy, you did come prepared.
How come they look so weird?
They come special.
First the radar...
then earth,
water,
air,
fire,
and the control mechanism.
Together, they make
white noise for the mind.
We will see if it disrupts
La Muerta Blanca's defenses.
These go in the first row.
In the second...
anti-tank mines.
You see?
First we confuse
the phantom powers,
then we blow the metal shell.
What happens
to the woman inside?
You see a woman, okay.
I see a messenger...
maybe a chariot.
And that one...
he sees what?
A means to fly the tracks
of the world?
I get it, it's just...
I got this feelin' like she's
the end of my black luck.
Or maybe the only thing
can survive it.
Thanks.
Good as the last coke
in the desert.
Even in a cold glass.
Sorry 'bout this...
'bout everything.
Ain't your fault.
When it happens...
You get these jag snakes.
You can't get your mind
off the fool trick of it...
this life.
Routines, hobbies...
any defenses you got
against your own mortality...
they all just waste away.
I wanna go out
takin' it to the limit.
That race talk?
This is as close to the pure
risk as I'm ever gonna get.
Leastways we lived
by our own lights.
That counts for somethin',
right?
Guess we each have
our own chances to take.
Hold on!
Wai...!
Dear diary, I made up my mind.
I'm goin' after my fate.
By that, I mean this phantom
car, whatever it is.
I think it's what my luck
is for.
Maybe if I make my own ruin,
of mine.
to be crackerjack sweet.
I'm not fool enough
to think that.
But maybe this will turn
loose my black luck.
I'm not hopin' for much.
Just a chance for the good
in me to shine out a little.
Would you not take me
with you, cario?
Pastor.
Well...
Looks like we're both
dependin' on high charity now.
Where you headed, pilgrim?
To the nearest telephone.
I you're amenable...
Help with the baggage,
please?
but...
in my book, luck is living
under Christ's kindness.
You in town sacerdotisa?
Nope. Out west.
Working vacation.
Are you still hunting
the Leviathan?
It is no good to me now.
Time for other means
of salvation.
I need a car or a ticket.
You lost another one?
I'll wire you a plane ticket.
Can you ask the doctor
to fire up the O.R.?
Are you hurt, too?
Hmm.
No more than usual.
I got some raw material.
Is that really necessary?
Sharp-shooter,
good with a knife,
expert driver,
wields a juju hand
that would turn the devil green.
At what point are we
showing off, eh querido?
The doctor?
I will make the
arrangements...
if you do this next job,
no questions asked.
Hmm?
The target?
An artifact...
even Noah could not outlast.
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