The Forsaken Page #5

- I need some more of those drugs.

- The cocktail doesn't always work.

She's resting now.

Seems to be okay.

Doesn't say much, does she?

There's gotta be someplace

we can get her some help.

Fort Stockton's the closest,

and it's over a hundred miles.

F***.

What's wrong with that little gal

that you're traveling with?

- We don't know.

- She was hitchhiking.

She was like that

when we picked her up.

She didn't say who she was?

She hasn't said a damned word

since we gave her a ride.

I think maybe...

you should take a look at this.

You've lost the connection,

haven't you?

I don't know why

we keep chasing that little b*tch.

It's unfinished business.

Kill her.

He left her to kill me.

I don't know why she didn't.

When she pointed the gun at me,

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't even move.

But I think she was scared...

because she just stood there.

She had the strangest look

in her eyes.

After that,

I don't remember much at all.

What's with the dog?

Just stay put.

Probably just a coyote.

Buster.

What was it?

I don't know.

Buster ran off.

Everybody down!

Get under the table!

Hurry up!

Go, go! Get down!

Where's your shotgun?

It's by the side door. There's

extra shells in the refrigerator.

- What's with those tombstones?

- It's an old Spanish graveyard.

That's why the highway

wasn't put through here.

They couldn't dig it up.

Your house is actually built

on a graveyard?

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

This place is blessed, baby.

Sean, watch out!

- Come on!

- Stop!

Let's go upstairs.

Let's get this over with.

Come to Daddy, boys!

Are you in there, piggies?

Yum, yum, yum.

Eat'em up.

Now that's a b*tch!

I got the motherf***er!

Make sure and take his head off.

Nick, I don't see...

Make your stand, punk.

Let's see what you got.

Not much left, huh?

Kill me.

Kill you?

Who said anything about killing?

You're gonna be my new day driver.

At least until you turn, and then

I don't give a sh*t what you do.

Get the car

and bring it around.

And if you f*** with me,

I'll kill your little blonde friend...

in the blink of an eye.

It's just the beast under your bed

In your closet, in your head

Exit light

Enter night

You're off to never-never land.

Got an opening for a new girlfriend.

What do you say?

- F*** you!

- Ooh, attitude.

I like that in a girl.

Now move away from the old witch.

Look, darling, I'm gonna waste her

sure as the sun shines.

You could stay with her and die...

or you can come with me

and I'll let you live.

It's time to make your stand, punk.

Let's see what you've got.

No! Come on!

Out of gas, are we?

Didn't I f***ing tell you

to do something?

You know what?

Why don't you drive

your own f***ing car!

- How do you feel?

- Good. You?

Going home today.

Actually, not home.

My aunt and uncle's place in Phoenix.

Well, they said I could probably

go home tomorrow.

Might still make

my sister's wedding.

I saw Ina this morning.

She's okay, but

she doesn't remember what happened.

Yeah. Nobody suspects a thing.

Just a couple of bad guys

burned up in a fire.

- Probably better that way, huh?

- Yeah.

- No one would believe it.

- Yeah, probably not.

Well, I gotta go.

I just wanted to thank you

for everything.

Yeah.

What's up?

Where's the guy that was here?

He checked out, I guess.

He left this for you.

By the time you read this,

I'll be on the road again.

Yours and Megan's fight is over, :

mine ain't.

It turns out

he wasn't the one I was looking for.

Mine's still out there somewhere.

But the way I figure it,

if I can find one, I can find another.

They might be bad motherfuckers,

but we're not talking brain surgeons.

So, anyways, thanks.

It was cool hanging with you.

Maybe I'll see you again sometime.

- Nice ride, man.

- Had you going for a minute, didn't I?

- I took it from an old friend.

- Yeah, right.

How in the hell did you find me?

Well...

I drove just about

every damned road...

from Nevada to Kansas,

from Mexico to Montana...

for about three months.

Then I wised up

and started doing what you do.

I checked the news,

read the papers.

You're right.

They do hide the killings.

But if you look hard enough,

you can find them.

Thanks.

He's been a bad boy, Nick.

And busy.

Busier than the last one.

The way I figure it,

he's going to Denver.

This guy moves fast,

so he's not gonna stay there long.

You don't have to do this.

You know that.

Yeah, I do.

So tell me, was that woman

really pissed about her Mercedes?

Oh, yeah.

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