Silver City Page #8

and the dead shall rise up

and walk upon the Earth.

And the wicked and the righteous

shall bejudged alike.

But that day cannot come...

unless the children of Israel

are within the holy land...

for so it has been prophesied

in the great Book of Revelations.

So let us look at

a map of the Middle East.

Let us look at

the headlines of today...

and see what conclusions

we can draw from the evidence.

Many are the portents

and the signs.

But we need

to discern a pattern.

We need to connect

one event with the other...

and it will be clear

that there are no accidents...

that there is

a greater force at work...

and it holds the plan

for Armageddon.

Richard Pilager cares

about the American worker.

You work with the same bunch

all the time?

Yeah, more or less. As far as I know,

they're all citizens.

I wasn't asking that.

Mojados are a bit cheaper,

but they're not worth the hassle.

Need some hard huevos

to keep 'em in line.

Not that I got

anything against 'em.

I wouldn't go that far.

But you should check into

the packing houses across town.

They got a lot of'em

in there making chorizo.

Any of your own guys been missing

the last few days?

You're looking for

this Lzaro, right?

Cops were here this morning

asking the same thing.

- I'm not a cop.

- No sh*t.

But it's like I told him.

I got no Lzaros here.

Who brings 'em up...

here in Timberline County?

- You heard of Vince Esparza?

- Yeah, I've heard the name.

He's the Saddam-f***ing-Hussein

of labor contractors.

They pay the coyote half up front

to get them across the border...

and when they're delivered here

they owe Esparza the rest.

- So they start in the hole.

- And they stay in it.

He keeps them

moving around the country...

keeps them isolated,

keeps them scared.

Where can I find him?

You do not want to f*** with

Vicente Esparza, my friend.

I hired a few of his boys

without knowing it once.

They'd run off or try to

make their way back home.

Next thing I know,

I got a shotgun stuck in my face.

What's up?

Daniel O'Brien.

I called earlier.

She's back in the rink.

- Just keep heading straight through.

- Thanks.

I wanna play that last one back.

Nice shot.

It bit.

Training for the Olympics?

Actually, I am.

The only sport

I'm not already too old for.

No, thanks.

Helps me with the Zen aspect

of the thing.

Eventually the arrow should become one

with the bull's-eye and release itself.

Then I'll just be like a channel.

- So, you from Home and Garden or what?

- I'm working for Chuck Raven.

Go on.

You're, like, really accurate

with that, right?

It depends on

how much dope I've smoked.

- How much have you smoked?

- I've lost track.

There was an incident

on the campaign trail...

that was potentially embarrassing

to your brother.

What, he made a speech

without a teleprompter?

There was a dead body involved.

Anyone I know?

Lzaro Huerta?

Can't place him.

Maybe just another skeleton

out of Daddy's closet.

You sure you don't want a hit?

- You look a little tense.

- No. It makes me paranoid.

Like someone's got you

in their crosshairs?

Yeah. Something like that.

How about a drink then?

A bottle of tequila by your left leg.

You're not gonna, like, shoot it

out of my hand or anything?

Relax.

So you're some kind of

a campaign lackey?

- Investigator.

- Am I being investigated?

Mr. Raven thinks you may be

harboring a grudge.

My whole life is a f***ing grudge.

Investigator.

You go to some kind

of school for that?

No, I was working as a reporter.

- I hate reporters.

- Well, I'm not one anymore.

Fifteen years old, I'm pregnant...

the f***ing Mountain Monitor

outs me.

"Senator's Daughter

In College Sex Scandal."

It was before my time.

The whole thing was set up.

Fly to Nevada, nice, quiet operation,

back to school within a week.

- You could still have had a...

- Public abortion?

With the Christian crusaders

block-voting for my father?

So he advised you not to.

- I was a hopeful.

- A hopeful?

Yeah. Olympic hopeful.

Figure skating.

Nine months

carrying DeweyJunior...

another four to recover.

My body wasn't the same.

Your center of gravity changes...

and you can't do the jumps.

That's what happened

to Tonya Harding, you know.

It wasn't Nancy Kerrigan.

It was her center of gravity.

You mature,

your perception changes...

and you never get it back.

What's your name?

You're cute.

Thanks.

If I'm being investigated,

I could do worse.

Excuse me.

And who wants to know?

You gotta be him.

How you figure on that?

It's the shoes, ese. Braceros don't be

wearing their party boots on the job.

Vince Esparza.

Man, you a legend.

People say you got crews

working all over the county.

People say a lot of sh*t

that isn't necessarily true.

I'm looking for a guy

named Lzaro Huerta.

I don't keep track

of their names.

I'm not runnin'

a summer camp here.

Would you mind if I was to ask your

jornaleros a few questions?

Yeah, I would mind.

They're here to work.

They wanna blow their nose, scratch their

balls, talk about their girlfriends...

they can do it

on their own time.

This is a job here.

This is private property.

And if someone who is not authorized

to be here was to get hurt...

it'd be my responsibility.

They're hiding something.

My first husband

was a downhill racer.

Won the bronze at Innsbruck.

Wow.

He ditched me in, what, '85.

My girlfriend just moved out.

You poor baby.

Took my couch.

You can have this one

if you want.

She picked it out.

It was both of ours.

She paid for half of it.

Rodney?

They called him Hot Rod.

Won the bronze?

He runs a lodge in Aspen

he got as a settlement.

He sued you for alimony?

Daddy paid him off so he wouldn't

file adultery charges.

Anything to avoid

another public scandal.

You were adultering?

Yeah. But so was he.

But he was the one who hired some

f***ing investigator to take pictures.

We don't do much of that

these days... divorce stuff.

- Transom peeping?

- Nobody has transoms anymore.

But you still peep.

Well, mostly it's on,

you know, computer records.

We have ways to access.

We share information, buy lists...

your credit balance, where you travel,

what videos you rent.

Wow.

That's invasion of privacy.

So the skier ditched you.

Then I tried living

in California for a while...

but there was nobody there

to embarrass but myself.

- So you are trying to embarrass him.

- It's pointless.

What could I do they haven't seen worse

on some reality show?

You're a senator's daughter...

sister to the future governor.

They catch one president

getting a BJ in the Oval Office.

The next rigs the election,

gets away with it.

People have lost the ability

to be scandalized.

So now your ambition is?

Make sure my son

gets out of his 20s in one piece.

Represent my country in 2004.

You're that good at it, huh?

You know...

the Amazon women

amputated one of their breasts.

It got in the way

of the bow string.

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