Sweet Vengeance Page #3

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No, I'm afraid, Sheriff,

you've lost me completely.

May I borrow your knife?

No, no, that big one there behind you.

Geography.

Tucumcari.

Santa Fe.

Right in the middle here,

you got the Holy Land.

Now, Jacob and Levi woulda had

to travel straight through here

to get from Tucumcari...

to Santa Fe.

All Lucille and Governor

want to know is why Levi

and his brother never showed up.

You done with that?

There's a dog outside there looks

like he's missin' a couple o' meals.

- Thank you kindly, Josie... damned good meat.

- Sheriff.

I lead a God fearing, peaceful,

and united community here.

And I'm quite sure you do not want

to make me your enemy.

It seems like I already have.

How are you, Sheriff?

Got me a new job.

- 'Scuse me.

- Good morning, ma'am.

- Your horse is drinking outta my trough.

- That appears to be the case.

Well, there's a creek right over there where

it can drink until its heart's content.

I don't think Charlie

was aware of that fact.

Ya know, when he's thirsty,

he kinda goes where he wants to.

I didn't think your horse would mind much.

Well, I do, so, like, ask first.

Well, you're absolutely right, ma'am,

but Charlie's ignorant

of such formalities as the human race.

So, please accept my

apologies on his behalf.

- My name's Sheriff Cornelius Jackson.

- I know who you are.

I think I should be flattered?

- You hung my father.

- Pardon me, ma'am,

but I've never hung anyone.

They sorta hang themselves.

Is that what you tell yourself

to ease your conscience?

The judges sentence the guilty.

I either shoot 'em or arrest

'em, dependin' on the circumstances.

That's untrue.

- Who was your father?

- Wesley Parker.

Wesley, Wesley Parker.

- So your mother would be...

- Yes, she would be.

- And that would make you...

- Mrs. Sarah Ramirez.

That's enough about the past.

I'm looking for these two men.

Levi and Jacob Webb, they woulda passed by

these parts a couple of weeks ago.

- Haven't seen 'em.

- What about your husband?

- He's not here.

- When do you expect his return.

Soon.

Well, appears Charlies's had his fill.

Thank you kindly, ma'am.

And if you do happen to Jacob and Levi,

please find it in your kind heart

to offer them some water.

I'm sure they're terribly thirsty by now.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Ramirez.

Any word from Miguel?

- Do you see him?

- No, I do not.

Sarah, have I done something to offend you?

- You make me uneasy.

- Well, I assure you, that is not my intention.

- This Killjoy is here to help you.

- How so?

How do you intend to

get by without your husband?

- I've managed thus far.

- And admirably so, but,

I fear he has abandoned you and

you will not survive on your own.

- It hasn't beaten me yet.

- It will, Sarah, it will.

- Then let it.

- Give the Church your land.

And let the Lord's relieve

you of this burden.

The Lord desires this

land to be part of something larger.

A great holy community.

And I come to you, with

kindness and charity in my heart,

to offer you the opportunity

to prosper, to take refuge in

- the bosom of Christ.

- And where would I go?

With me.

I will bring you to Holy Land.

I will provide for you,

and take care of you in every way.

Sounds like hell.

Just as stubborn as her husband.

My guess is she'll be whorin' again

in no time, just like her mother.

- Get off my property.

- Sarah.

By law it's still the bank's.

Another word out of you

and there'll be no more bank.

Hugh... now...

you spoke out of turn and intemperately,

and you will apologize

towards Sarah, right now.

I sincerely apologize.

Sarah, there's no need for violence.

Violence is never the answer.

Don't.

I come here to do God's work, to help you,

and I know that you do not want to harm me.

Isn't that a bit better?

I have washed away your sins, Sarah.

You are a member of the white race.

You should never have married

a man with cursed blood.

But that is behind us.

I will make you happy.

You will see. But you

will come to understand,

through me is heaven.

Sowing in the morning,

sowing seeds of kindness.

Sowing in the noontide

and the dewy eve;

Waiting for the harvest,

and the time of reaping...

Josiah, the Messiah.

Evening, Mr. Enemy.

What are you doing in my house, Sheriff?

Well, these two fine gentlemen invited me

over here for a little wine tasting.

- And who might they be?

- Trespassers.

- On who's land?

- Yours.

I see.

Could you bring that light over here?

Levi and Jacob.

Does that look like him,

after a rough night?

- So, who killed 'em?

- One cold-blooded son of a b*tch.

- Highwaymen?

- Have you seen any?

There's no shortage of miscreants

in this world, Sheriff.

- No truer statement have I ever heard.

- What are you doing in my house?

May I borrow your knife again?

So, here's what I've put together,

feel free to disagree at any time.

Jacob here was clearly stabbed... I think

it's Jacob, it's hard to tell 'em apart...

was stabbed with a large knife.

Now let's just try...

Well, whaddya know?

Almost a near perfect fit.

I reckon whoever stabbed him

must've had a knife just like yours.

It's a very popular model, Sheriff.

Sears Roebuck sells them by the trainload.

Post me one of them

cartridges outta your gun, would ya?

- Out of my gun?

- Unless you got somethin' to hide.

- 45?

- Colt.

- It don't look factory made.

- We take pride in doing

things for ourselves around here.

I can see that.

Now, Levi over here...

he was wounded in the leg

by a pistol or a rifle bullet.

Then perhaps, as he

was limpin' away, Levi. gets

his guts blown out by a scatter gun.

Oh, you got a visitor? Oh, hi there.

Is that Daniel? Come on

in here, join the party.

Well, we got a knife wound,

we got a large caliber bullet,

probably a 45, and a scattergun,

which leads me to believe that

this was the work of

at least two killers.

- Is that about right?

- If you say so.

I'm glad you could join us, Daniel.

Me and your bishop here we just

trying to figure a few things out.

I bet you could help us.

Do you care to make a statement?

Make a statement about what?

Life, liberty,

- the pursuit of happiness.

- Sheriff Jackson,

if you have concluded this grim charade

and making your absurd and, frankly,

your deeply offensive accusations,

I would appreciate if you got these

stinking, f***ing corpses out of my house.

- Twenty dollars.

- What?

Make that twenty-five.

Yeah, twenty-five.

I hold the intent the deaths of

these young men are tragic...

- Murders! Murders! It's an important distinction.

- I would like to know if you have...

Let's make it an even thirty.

I'd like to at least have

them buried in suits.

Because if you do not have an warrant,

you are in my house illegally.

Think these poor fellas

have ever worn a suit?

You are in fact, trespassing.

And I have asked you, as

politely as I can

to leave. Now.

Please send Levi and Jacob post haste

to this address here in Santa Fe.

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