The World Made Straight Page #5

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about any of this.

You think it does,

but it don't.

You can get out of

here if you want.

Move to Chapel Hill.

Both of us go to college,

work part-time.

Well, I guess you

got it all figured out.

You and Leonard.

We just want you

to succeed is all.

You have so much potential.

Travis!

I gotta go see my old man,

that poor bastard who's got

chores all day and night.

I've come to

tell you something.

Spit it out. I'm listening.

You know, I've done something

you couldn't do.

I done it all on my own, too.

I expect you're right.

You know, I never had much

of an education, no doubt.

But one thing for sure,

I got more pride

than to hang my hat with

some drug-dealing lowlife.

You know, I'd have hauled you out of

there if I thought it'd do some good.

But it wouldn't. You know why?

'Cause trash always...

F*** you! I ain't trash,

you piece of sh*t.

Harv, don't rile him, please.

You like him, don't you?

That teacher.

You trust him.

You admire him.

Yeah, a lot more than you,

that's for sure.

Well, that's kind

of ironic, isn't it?

Him being a Candler and all.

Candler.

Don't that name

mean anything to you?

Seems there is

a limit to your education.

Your buddy, Shuler,

his mama's great-granddaddy helped

kill off nearly half your kin.

But I guess he

didn't mention that.

He forgot to teach you

that part, didn't he?

Candler. Look it up.

Seeing as how you're

the scholar in the family.

Travis, come on.

Let's go home.

Come on.

On January 18th, 1863,

the day of the massacre,

there was no entry

in Joshua Candler's journal.

No mention of the prisoners

or Shelton Laurel.

Only a blank page.

Whiteness.

We gotta get you some ludes, son.

You're strung up pretty tight.

Travis seems back to his old self.

Ready to raise some hell tonight.

- Is that right?

- That's right.

About time, boy.

- You wanna get f***ed up?

- You got it. Got some catching up...

Missed you, boy.

Let's get f***ed up.

- Let's get f***ed up.

- That what you wanna do?

Let's go get f***ed up.

Sh*t. It looks

like I pissed myself.

- Get me out of here.

- Let me out.

Sh*t!

I fell over.

Hey, wait up.

What?

- I ain't going in there.

- Come on, sweetheart. Come on.

Come on. Let's get f***ed up.

I ain't going nowhere.

What the f*** you doing here,

you little peckerwood?

Well,

Travis here is out of sorts.

And we figured you might have

something to help him unwind,

and us, too, naturally.

What are

you boys after anyway?

Quaaludes.

- We can manage that.

All right,

give him 10 bucks.

Get these boys their goods.

Fetch that chicken.

It's getting cold.

Come here.

Here.

Take her a couple pieces.

She's bound to want to

eat something by now.

You all got a girl back

there? -Should let him take it.

I bet she'd like that.

You might get all your

problems solved tonight, boy.

Go get her, stud.

Go get her.

We'll wait.

Hello.

Stay out of this.

None of your concern.

It's wrong.

I'm sorry?

- I said it's wrong what you've done to her.

- We ain't done a thing.

She phones me up, doesn't she?

Says she wants to live up

here, sell pills for us.

Of course, soon she's swallowing

more than she's selling.

- Trying to cheat us. How much she owe us?

-1,400.

Well, she's whittling it

down, one rut at a time.

I can put the law on you.

Is that your stick?

Sheriff Spence?

Well, be my guest, son, you

can even tell him yourself.

He'll be by after a while to get

his cut, just like every Saturday.

Lord, son, don't you know

nothing about this world?

Now, get out.

- Stop the car.

- What?

I said stop the goddamn car.

Tra...

Wake up.

Hey.

No. No. Come on.

Come on.

Why'd you come back for me?

- 'Cause it's wrong what they did to you.

- It's what I get.

What do we do now?

I don't know.

To be honest, I didn't

figure us to get this far.

- He always knows.

- No, I ain't going back to him.

He's a Candler, his people.

Wait a minute.

You and all this damn history.

You only want to live in the past

'cause all the books have been written,

so you know what

to think of it.

The world don't

work like that.

It never will.

Sure ain't going to fix what's

missing in your life now.

This is kin.

Travis.

Leonard is your kin.

Your real kin.

Where the hell have you been?

Lori called for ya.

What happened?

Toomeys had her.

You won't believe

what they've done.

You gotta go,

both of you, right now.

- Where are we gonna go?

- The Laurel.

You got kin there. Tell 'em

your name, they'll take you in.

I'll come, I'll meet you there

just as soon as I settle things.

Then we'll decide what to do

next. Go on, get your stuff. Go on.

Come on, let's go.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna try

and square things.

Make sure nobody gets hurt.

- This is my mess. I oughta stay.

- Too late for that.

Come on.

"June 17, 1863.

"Clinch River, Tennessee.

"Joshua Candler.

Shot in lower bowel.

"Much pain as God is just.

"Refuse anodynes.

"Want clear mind

to pray for soul,

"ask forgiveness for what

cannot be hidden from my maker.

"In articulo mortis. "

Carlton.

What brings you around?

I think you know.

- Where the f*** they at, egghead?

- They're not important.

We can settle this

amongst ourselves.

Is that right?

Well, I got me a car

down at Reeves Grocery.

No keys. You got those?

Tires on my truck slashed.

You going to mend them for me?

My crop is destroyed.

I'll give you 500 for the tires and

for the trouble of having to replant.

That's your figure?

I'll throw in the dogs.

They're worth at least 1,000.

Those dogs are worthless. You

took all the fire out of them.

The Winchester,

it'll fetch 300.

And that fancy

pistol of yours.

It's a sweet

little f***ing piece.

I've had it a long time.

I almost forgot.

See, I reckon we're

entitled to a little bonus.

For time wasted.

Your money.

Where is it?

Over there in

that cinder block.

Is that where

you keep your cash?

Professor.

I ain't got much

truck with banks neither,

but that's damn near the

sorriest thing I ever seen.

Next order of business.

Where's Dena?

You don't own her, Carlton.

See, I believe

that I do, body and soul,

until she pays back

what she took from me.

She may be out of here,

but that boy ain't.

Got nowhere to go.

And I'm gonna make it

my business to find him.

And when I do,

I'm gonna take what's owed me.

You can be sure of that.

Now, what's it gonna be,

Dena or the boy?

Hey, hey.

I'd stay out

of this if I was you.

Hey, what the hell

are you doing?

What are you doing?

It was always gonna

end this way for her.

Different people,

different place is all.

Sh*t.

...What are you doing?

You will not make things easy

on yourself, will you, son?

Shut your goddamn mouth.

You little prick.

If it had been up to me, we'd

have killed you a long time ago.

I'll be damned if I'm not coming

around to that way of thinking, son.

A nit makes a louse.

Ain't that right, Professor?

Travis, stop.

How come you never told me

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