Death Hunt Page #2

you'd have been jacked.

Well, it wasn't a damn grizzler,

and I'm not dead.

Millen, don't you ever have anything

good to say about anything?

Well, what do you want, kid,

a shout, a holler and a cigar

for doing something

halfway right for once?

No, I guess not. Your cigars

taste like sh*t

and you'd probably crack your

face if you laughed out loud.

Clean your kill.

You know, if he didn't like you,

he wouldn't say nothing.

No, he's just in a hurry to

get back to his rotgut.

He wasn't always that way.

Come on, let's skin this

before it freezes, eh?

No normal man lives in

a little biddy hole like that.

What the f*** we gonna do now?

This is the dumbest thing I've ever done.

Oh, yeah? What about Leon?

I'm gonna get my dog.

I thought I asked you not

to bring that up again.

Bring what up?

- Uh, what's his name.

- Leon?

That's dumb.

Yeah. Shut up, Deak.

You're dumb.

If we don't get where it's warm, we're

gonna be nothin' but statues out here.

Couldn't fit no more

than 2 in that hole.

Ain't no way in hell he's

gonna let Tom and I in there.

Well, I sure as hell

ain't goin' up there.

Dumb! Leon!

Yeah? You're dumb!

You're so dumb

I could sell you dirt!

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

I am sorry, okay?

I shouldn't have said that.

Dumb a**hole.

Before you two kill each other,

there's something I want you to do.

This is the dumbest

thing I've ever done.

Hazel's dog ain't chained.

We don't want no trouble, mister!

We're real hungry and cold!

You let us warm ourselves

... any spare food...

...we pay you twice the

cost for the trouble!

I'd feel better if you'd

lay those rifles down.

Sorry, mister, but...

...the dog wasn't chained, so...

Don't have any room in the cabin, but

if you want to get warm, you can

build yourselves a fire right around there.

Yes, sir. Thank You.

We do appreciate it.

Make you some food.

Get down.

- There you are.

- Thanks, mister.

Get down! No! Get down!

Get down! Get down!

Goddamn!

Help me, somebody!

Kill that goddamn dog!

Kill that goddamn dog!

- Let's get out of here..

- Son of a b*tch!

Shot his scalp off!

That son of a b*tch

has killed somebody!

Come on, let's go!

We had been married 9 years,

when my late husband left me

to come here and make his fortune.

After a short time, what little

money we had was gone, but

I managed alright on my own.

Now, all that's left to

remember him by is...

...this broken watch...

...and a trapper's license.

And I thank you for

holding these things for me.

But I want you all to know...

...that I'm glad I came here.

Because it wasn't until now that

I fully realized

how little I cared for the man...

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