The Man Who Came Back Page #5

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an Arkansas Toothpick is?

Where is he?

Where is he?

Right behind you.

There may be two of us but there

are plenty of guns outside.

So we got you.

Not before I shoot one of you

sons of b*tches in the belly.

I've seen it in the war.

A gut shot is a terrible

and painful way to die.

That's right,

you're a big hero.

All that made me

a hero

was a knack for killing...

a skill I'd almost forgotten

until you caused me

to remember.

I don't think the old couple

has cleared it yet.

They sound the bugle,

I shoot you

in the belly...

or the balls,

Billy boy.

Mayor, wanna expedite it

in there?

Hyah!

Damn!

Son of a b*tch!

I'm taking charge.

From here on out,

this is

a military operation.

- Mount up!

- Get a horse!

Mayor, I'm starting to

worry about your daddy.

I think maybe I ought to

go and guard him.

Reese gets through here,

why, forget it. We're...

- Sheriff?

- Yeah?

Why don't you go on back

and find a good hiding space

behind the skirts of

the women and children?

Now that's good.

They would need

some protecting.

Um, pardon.

What kind of a chickenshit

operation you runnin'?

Through this holy land

of these infidels...

praise the Lord.

Let's go.

You stay together.

Don't go too far away.

- Look around!

- Show yourself.

- Where is Reese Paxton?

- We got a right to be here.

- Where's Reese Paxton?

- We got rights now!

- We ain't gonna wait all day.

- Where is he?

This is your

last chance!

Turn over Paxton now

or we start shooting!

- Paxton.

- Where is he?

Spread out.

We'll pick them off

one by one.

I got ya.

Paxton.

Paxton!

All right, fan out

and mop up.

Come on!

Get her!

Let 'em loose.

Let them do

the dirty work.

Come on.

This how it was

in the war?

Huh? You think

they got him?

Come on.

My daddy can't hardly

expect me to best reach Paxton

when he's got a whole colored

goddamned army behind him.

You know what I mean?

Ya! Come on.

Reese, watch out!

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm out too.

Stay.

Don't get down

off that horse.

Why not, Daddy?

'Cause you

ain't smiling.

That means Paxton

is still alive.

Ezra and I don't want you

leading him here.

You a tired old man,

Daddy.

You got one foot

in the grave.

Soon enough, I'm gonna own

this whole plantation!

You kill Reese Paxton

and just maybe this old coot

will take you back into his bosom.

This is no time to be

taking a drink.

Just a taste to

steady my hand, Judge.

That your

cotton gin burning?

No, that's the mill, boy.

That's the cotton gin.

And that's

the plantation store.

Guess your theory about Reese only

going after Billy is a little outdated.

Shut up.

Did you see him?

I don't see sh*t.

Perhaps I should go

look for help?

He'd shoot you down.

Then what happens to me?

Judge, if he shoots me, what happens

to you is hardly my problem.

I can wait you out,

pick you off,

or burn you down!

Your point is?

This is the judge's

day to die.

And you, useless

son of a b*tch, can go!

Don't forget

your duty, Sheriff.

Oh...

I was no more sheriff

than I was a lawyer.

You ain't going nowhere.

I hear there's an opening

for a preacher.

You wouldn't shoot a man

of the cloth, now would you?

Richmond, find me a horse!

Richmond!

Richmond!

Richmond!

Richmond!

I called you!

Come on, come on!

We gotta get on.

Reese!

You just made me

the richest man in Thibodaux!

Come on back here.

Let me thank you.

Come on!

Reese!

It's you and me now!

I'm gonna kill ya!

You hear me?

Are you packing to go?

You and I,

we'll go together.

There's nothing left of me.

I'm dead inside.

You go. You find

a safe place somewhere.

But I can't.

Hey!

Come out here, Reese!

Let's finish this

once and for all!

No weapons!

Just our bare hands!

Come on out here!

Let's finish it!

You a cowardly

son of a b*tch!

Reese!

Reese.

You hidin' in

a whorehouse.

You devil.

You human after all.

Take a look at

my rock collection.

I ain't got

no guns, Reese.

No knives.

How about you?

That's right. Is it gonna be

bare knuckles or wrestling?

Huh? No bitin'.

No guns.

See, you didn't say

nothing about leather.

How about I'll just

take your head off?

Come on.

Now...

now what do you say,

Billy boy?

Hmm? Hmm?

No!

Paxton?

Mayor Paxton?

Mayor Paxton?

He's all mine now.

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