Sweet Vengeance Page #2

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and feel for yourself

the searing power of the

veracity of the Lord?

Another day, perhaps.

I will ask Him about this fence.

I'm curious as to his response.

I'd appreciate that, sir.

May the Lord be with you.

safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on His gentle breast,

There by His love o'ershaded,

sweetly my soul shall rest.

- Stay inside.

- I'm coming with you.

Jack.

Ya know, a dog killin' ain't a crime

I'm obliged to pursue.

People killin', that's a different story.

We bought it, it was our property.

- I can sell you a new dog.

- You stay out of this.

- When did this occur?

- Last night.

Mr. Josiah had some

sheep stolen a while back.

Rustlers have been active

in the area as of late.

Could be more of their kind.

Rustlers?

- That killed our dog?

- So, you saw who done it?

Not entirely, it was dark.

- Then, how do you know?

- The law needs to make someone accountable.

Do I look like a dog killer catcher?

- You're the law.

- That I am. There ain't no more be said.

- That's it? That your investigation?

- Yep!

Get that stinkin' cur outta my office!

- No, you're going to do something.

- I said get it outta her now! Get it out!

Gracias. Gracias.

I don't trust him.

I don't trust Mr. Josiah much either,

but I don't believe he's a violent man.

Especially not one to shoot a dog.

This is a wild country here.

It could have been anybody.

I'll square things up with Mr. Josiah.

A little strife's not

uncommon among his neighbors.

I'm pregnant.

A child? We're not ready.

And what did you think would happen?

Maybe next year would be better.

Well then, you should've been more careful.

Good morning, Mr. Josiah.

I have been awaiting your apology, Miguel.

On what grounds?

Sunday is the day for worship and rest.

And you raised matters of business

in full view of my congregation.

You insulted me, you insulted the Lord.

That was not my intention,

surely you know this?

Don't be a fool,

I'm giving you an opportunity.

Kneel and apologize before the Lord now.

I've been polite and respectful thus

far, and expect the same from you.

Well, I've tried.

I've tried to embrace you,

and bring you into the flock.

But you have nothing but contempt

for me and my work.

How I would think you were jealous,

envious. Are you envious?

There is nothin you have that I want.

Oh, I am married, purely, and I have

the love and devotion of my flock,

and you have...

You have blight on the landscape, sir.

I have just as much right

to be here as you.

If you could, you would take

all that we have,

All that we have worked for.

It is not your fault.

From your birth... this greed,

this avarice of your nature.

You killed our dog, didn't you?

Mexicans have never been

lauded for their intelligence.

Now, you must go. Leave here,

the both of you. Vayanse, carajo.

You Beast of the Earth,

you brown skinned bastard!

To hell with you.

Miguel?

Miguel?

Praise be the Lord.

Haven't I to eat something now.

Mrs. Ramirez, good evening.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Have you seen Miguel?

No, not since Church.

He went out into the field today

for work and never came home.

- Oh, well, have you tried the saloon?

- Yes.

- The Sheriff?

- He's worthless.

- Has he done this kind of thing before?

- Never.

I only ask because certain

types of men are slaves

to their lustful proclivities.

And many times I've seen

them leave their wives in the lurch

when responsibilities begin to mount.

- Miguel would never do that.

- It's just, ah...

You are a very, very,

beautiful woman, Sarah,

and your husband ought to appreciate

what the Lord has given him.

- He does.

- I know I would.

Good night.

May the Lord go with you.

Cornelius Jackson, Santa Fe seoritas

ain't wild enough for ya?

Nice dancing, Fancy Pants.

You have been officially

relieved of your duties.

By what authority?

- The Governor.

- But I done nothing.

- Well, at least you know why I'm here.

- This is my house.

It's the government's house,

you've been residing in it as a guest.

- Now you must leave.

- Go scrub your ass with a cactus brush!

Bastard son of a b*tch!

- Where am I supposed to go?

- That is not my concern.

- I'm gonna find you, motherfu...

- Git! Git!

I'm gettin' outta here.

Yes? You want something?

- I've been relieved.

- I can see that.

- By whom?

- Cornelius Jackson, damn bushwhacker.

I'm...

- I'm looking for work.

- Who are you?

- I don't understand.

- Who are you?

- Sorry?

- Without a badge, what purpose do you serve.

I, ah...

- I cooked for a spell in the army.

- I have wives, I'm in no need of a cook.

He shot my god damned hand.

My god damned hand!

Gentlemen, I am honored

to have you with me tonight,

to welcome the

newest member of our community.

Like so many great lawmen of our day,

his unbending reputation precedes him.

God made laws to govern men.

Without men

to enforce those laws,

the terrors of evil would march unmolested

- across the scorched plains of the earth, and...

- Salt, please.

And mankind would run amok

like so many godless savages.

So! Raise your glasses please.

And let us thank God for

Sheriff Cornelius Jackson.

Enjoy.

- Mighty fine table, Prophet.

- Well, thank you, Hugh, it's mahogany wood

all the way from British Honduras.

On the Caribbean Sea.

South of Mexico.

- Sheriff.

- Give me some wine, please?

Pass it along, please.

- So, did you manage to...

- Butter, please.

- How was your ride out here this evening?

- Why did you leave the Utah Territory?

I am God's humble servant, sir,

where He leads, I will follow.

Did you bring your wives and

daughters down with you?

Only one woman shares my bed, Sheriff.

Safer that way, that's for sure.

China.

- Bone China, imported from England.

- China from England.

You ever f*** a sheep?

Ya know, lot's of sheep

farmers f*** their sheep.

Isn't that how syphilis started?

The penis is a vile weapon, and I've

often thought of it as the devil's cutlass.

- Really now?

- So, what brings you to

our fine town, Sheriff Jackson?

- Geography.

- Geography?

Yes, geography.

Turns out our governor's

favorite cousin Lucille,

went off and married a down and out

carpenter named Levi from Tucumcari.

That poor guy couldn't hit a nail

over the head with a tree trunk.

Well, Lucille and Levi fell on

hard times, so the Governor

tells them that they should come and live

with him and his wife in Santa Fe,

he'll even send train tickets.

Great man, our governor.

So, Lucille takes a train

on up to Santa Fe,

while her husband, Levi, while being

too prideful to accept the

Governor's largess of a few train tickets

decides to travel by way of a

buckboard with his brother Jacob.

Only Jacob and Levi

ain't no Kit Carsons.

And that's why I'm here.

Geography.

Pardon me, Sheriff, but,

I don't understand.

Mr. Josiah knows what I'm

talkin' about, don't you Josie?

Tables from Honduras, china

from England, Salt Lake City...

you know all about geography.

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