The Desperate Trail Page #5

Money?

Here's your money, Clyde.

Give me that bottle.

Come on, Donnely. Where's your liver?

Situation's under control.

After all we been through,

you're gonna blow us to kingdom come?

Yes, sir.

Jesus Christ.

Exploding sand.

Son of a b*tch!

Weren't never meant to blow up!

Bastard's got something else in mind!

You got a cup of water?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Do without!

Only make you piss.

For God sake! I only asked for

a cup of water.

You ain't gonna deny

a man his last wish, are you?

After the dance

we done on your kidneys last night...

- Expect it to come out red.

- Obliged.

Whitaker? Where'd they go?

Wake up and talk, or so help me I'll--

Killing him ain't gonna find them,

Marshall.

Get torches.

They ain't got far. Check the livery!

You worthless piece of sh*t. I had her!

Here you go. Take this.

Not at the livery stable.

They're nowhere else, neither.

All right. Get the horses.

Go on! Get mounted!

I'm going to find you, whore!

You too, boy. I'm gonna kill you both!

Who's there?

Daggit, Mr. Cooper, it's the crack of day.

I need that big crate.

If I can set up early enough, I could

possibly get set up by this evening.

You worry about them damn stars

like some men worries about women.

- The stars are the eternal verity.

- Yeah, well so is some women.

I had this girl bite me so hard once.

Bit me right there on the tit.

Left a horseshoe-shaped scar.

Shaped like a half moon.

Shaped like that.

Still hurts me when the weather gets cold.

You wanna see it?

- But what I would like is that crate.

- All right. If that's what you want.

My back's been hurting me,

though, you know.

Had this little piebald mare.

Threw me up in a peach tree.

- Took three little boys to get me down.

- No.

- Had to use a well rope and well pulley.

- You know...

- The crate.

- All right. If that's what you want.

- Are you all right in there, Jack?

- We're almost dead! Get us out!

- Good God! What'd they do to you?

- You should see the other guy.

That ain't true, is it?

- Yes, it is.

- Very true, yes.

However, a very unfortunate account...

That I'm sure our lovely guest is not

in the least interested in hearing.

This chicken is delicious, Mamie.

My name's Sarah.

All right. You may change your name.

And you two...

Will be a great help in my investigations.

What about that deal in Monegaw, Jack?

We really need to be moving out.

So, it won't wait.

- You'll be coming back?

- Well...

Sure, we'll be coming back. But...

Want some more chicken?

If you want to load that pistol,

we ain't got a lot of time.

I'm done.

No, you ain't. You got to load the pistol.

No. I mean, I'm finished.

- What do you mean, "finished"?

- I mean, I'm done with it all.

- I don't need to do this anymore.

- Jack, we had a deal.

- Well, I know we did, but...

- What about my cattle ranch?

How much do you think a ranch

would cost in South America?

- I don't wanna lose my brother.

- We'll take him with us.

- Those son of a b*tches! Come on!

- Jack, wait! Let's do this smart.

Come on.

I'm gonna marry that girl.

But she's, hell, around 360 pounds.

She's a big damn woman.

Here, give me a sip.

You better start talking, son...

Or I'll turn the both of them loose on you.

Now, where are they?

Cover the window.

We ain't got much ammunition.

They'll blow this place apart!

I'm all right.

They got a guy in the barn.

I'm going to the barn now. Okay?

I'll be right back.

All right.

Jack, let me go.

I can shoot better than you.

That's why you're gonna cover me.

Bar this door.

- Lay still or you'll kill yourself.

- Why give those guys the pleasure?

Scattergood won't do sh*t at this distance.

Deer slug.

That's a different story.

Clyde! Red! Get over in the barn!

We'll finish her!

Marvin, go and chuck this thing

on the porch.

- We'll burn them out like rats.

- You burn it yourself.

I ain't going out there.

I sure as hell ain't letting you cover me.

Now do it.

I ain't gonna.

Then die where you stand, mister.

Now.

Good God.

Walter!

Sarah!

Jack.

Walter. We got to...

It's all right.

Jack. God!

You go on.

Go on.

Go!

You want me? Come on!

I told you she was gonna get you killed.

You should've stayed back East, thief.

Could be playing cards right now

in a warm bar...

Instead of dying in this shithole.

Go to hell.

Lay down and die, boy.

You earned it.

Speakes, leave him be!

I'm the one you want.

Say 900d night, girl.

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