Pharaoh's Army Page #3

who's out there?

Pap.

You need

to say something?

You think Rodie's dead?

I don't know.

Captain?

What are we going to do?

You's all as good as dead.

It's time

to meet the elephant.

I'll need one of you

To keep a gun

on these... Rebs.

And I need the other

to cause a faint.

Faint... What is?

It's a decoy to draw

the enemy's fire.

Chicago, I think

you better do the decoy.

Here.

Yes, sir, captain.

You shoot them

if they try to run for it.

Shoot?

Ready... Go, go!

Get on!

Get out!

Get out!

Hold it!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

What the hell?

It's a nig.

Shooting

for the wrong side.

#when the reaping

is done #

#and the harvest

is o'er #

#at the feet of the son

#we will labor no more

#serving faithfully...

You killed my boy.

And he killed

a federal soldier.

You'll burn in hell

for your sins.

Then I guess

we'll meet again.

Next time

don't send your boy.

Fight your own fights,

you rebel bastard.

#when the reaping

is done #

We ought to string up

that damn rebel preacher.

#and the harvest

is o'er #

#at the feet of the son

#we will labor no more

#serving faithfully

You get that wagon

and mule ready.

We're hauling Newt

out of here.

#what a Joy it will be

#when the reaping

is done #

Hey!

You can't take

our mule.

Oh, get him away

from her!

Get him away!

Stop it.

Get him away!

Stop bein'

so damn stubborn!

All right?

They're dead!

They're dead!

You son of a b*tch!

You hear me?

You stop that!

Boy...

Get away from me!

Boy, you get!

There'll be hell to pay.

Yeah,

you said that before.

Go on in there.

Make sure she don't

strangle Newt.

Yes, sir, captain.

Hitch up that mule,

bring the wagon around.

Yes, sir.

We're getting

out of here, Newt.

I'm gonna

miss the dog.

Sh*t...

Ahh!

Sorry, Newt.

Captain, we are ready.

Should we say some words?

You say it for yourself.

Bye, Rodie.

Giddyup!

What do you

expect us to eat?

Ma'am.

I says, what do you

expect us to eat?

Ma'am,

that husband of yours...

Why don't you

bring him home?

We'll all eat good.

I'm leaving your rifle.

Maybe the boy

can shoot squirrels.

Ma'am,

I took your powder.

Let's go.

I thought

she was sweet on him.

No, you can't trust

johnnies.

Come on, mule.

Whoa, sh*t!

What the hell happened?

I want you both

to stay here.

Yes, sir.

What's he doing?

I think he's wanting

to kill somebody.

Ohh!

What'd you do?

What'd you do?

I shot.

Shot what?

I heard shooting.

I shot a Yankee.

Do they know it was you?

Do they?

I don't know.

Come on! Come on!

Sarah Anders!

Did you forget something?

Newt was shot

About a mile down

the creek.

You know

anything about it?

No.

Where's your boy?

I sent him up

the spring.

Boy! Come here!

Your pants are wet.

I was up at the spring.

He was up

at the spring.

Come here, boy.

Come here!

Now,

did you kill Newt?

You look at him.

Did you kill Newt?

Your mother might tell you

that it's all right

To kill Yankees,

But I just want you to know

that that boy,

He had a brother

just like you.

And he had a family

just like you!

And he never hurt

a fly in his life!

And he wouldn't be dead

If you hadn't come down here

stealing from us!

We was doing fine

until you showed up.

Don't blame it on...

Go ahead...

Kill us.

You know it scares me.

'cause I could.

I really could.

I just hope

whoever killed Newt

Has the common decency

To give him

a Christian burial.

What'd you do to them?

You heard the shots.

Damn...

Get that damn Yankee

out of our yard.

The captain asked us

to do the decent thing.

I don't guess the Civil War

was about being decent.

We dug up

the big redhead

And floated him

down Meshack Creek.

Ma said he come up that creek

to cause trouble,

And we sent him back down

where he come from.

We drug the skinny Yankee

up a hill

To a sinkhole,

Where a big sycamore tree

had fallen over

And turned up its roots.

We throwed the skinny Yankee

in the sinkhole,

Throwed some dirt on him.

I don't guess ma

hated the skinny Yankee

As much as the big redhead.

Pap never made it back.

That war was a widow-maker.

Ma told me

to never never tell anyone

What we had done.

And I don't think

I ever did,

Except maybe once

or maybe twice.

#temptation ceased

#calling her song

#the road to the battle

lays down #

#sweet Jesus,

sweet child #

#take this one here

#we give it to you

this day #

#when the reaping is done

#when we labor no more

#when the reaping is done

#when we labor no more

#when the reaping is done

this day #

#sweet Jesus,

sweet child #

#take this one here

#we give it to you

this day #

#we give it to you

this day... #

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