The World Made Straight Page #6

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you was a Candler?

That why you wanted

to help me so bad?

To square what your kin done?

My daddy said the Candlers

tried to wipe the Sheltons out.

More like you was our

nemesis or something.

- It's 100 years ago.

- Bullshit.

Time don't pass. It's just

layers. It's all still happening.

You said that.

Come on,

you said that yourself.

Sh*t! I trusted you.

I trusted you, and you never

told me one lick of truth.

Listen to me now.

I could have let

you go, but I didn't.

Now here we are.

Best give that to me. -That will do.

He won't do nothing.

Never has.

It's no small thing to kill a man, not

for a refined sort of fellow such as him.

...I'm getting pretty

tired of your voice, Carlton.

Find a phone.

Call highway patrol.

Not Spence. Highway patrol.

Tell 'em to get up here.

Take her to the bus

station, put her on a bus.

Doesn't matter where.

What about you?

I'll be all right.

Go on.

I'm sorry.

That's

gonna cost you, Shuler.

Maybe.

So they

wouldn't take you?

I suppose even the US Army's

got to have some standards.

- No.

- You give a rifle to an imbecile?

You're no better

than the Viet Cong.

- If you weren't holding that gun right

there... - He's baiting you, boy.

- I'd whip your sorry ass, motherf***er.

- Don't pay him any mind.

- What?

- You heard me.

You think you

can take it from me?

Yeah, you goddamn right.

- How about I make it fair?

How about now?

- How about now?

- Don't.

Don't.

You idiot!

Can't you see the son of a

b*tch wants you to kill him?

I'd let him too,

you condescending

piece of sh*t.

Where's that slut going?

It's either the bus station

or the train down to Nashville.

I just want to know which.

Put him in the truck.

How about I put one

in his f***ing ear?

How about

you do what I tell you?

Sh*t! Pissant!

- You get it?

- Yeah.

You know what,

this is the address

where I'll be staying.

You could give it to Leonard.

- Right.

- Just in case, I guess. I don't know.

Okay, let's go.

- Are you driving?

- She's driving. I'm napping.

- Sweet.

Me too.

We're almost there,

almost there.

Would you slow down?

Things ain't working out quite

like you planned it, Professor?

Don't you worry.

It's nearly over.

Go before they catch us.

Yeah, let's go.

Look out!

Let's go. Hit it! Make

it an eight-hour drive.

...parked.

Sh*t! You ain't doing much better

than I am, are you, Professor?

You gotta get me out of here.

You get me out of this one,

I'll leave 'em alone.

Both of 'em.

Shuler?

Toomey was wrong.

Killing is easy.

Or at least easier than a whole

lot of other things in life.

Easier than love or happiness.

Or making money.

Or raising a child.

So easy, you could do it with

no more than one finger

pressed in a

small metal curve.

Or even by doing

nothing at all.

Just being there

and letting it happen.

The passive voice.

All right, son,

now what just happened?

I just saw it.

I was just driving by.

Where was this?

Route 25.

Just past Panther Creek Road.

Did you stop?

Did you see anyone get hurt?

Did anyone get hurt?

No, I didn't. I just...

It looks pretty bad.

Maybe next time...

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