Far and Away Page #2

l live in a house

that's stuffy and dull...

and worse, l've a wife

who forbids me to drink.

- God help you.

- l crave adventure, boys.

lf l had wings,

l'd fly to the stars.

Your good health, sir.

Good health, Mr. Christie.

Liven up, lad.

You're too young to be brooding

in your ale.

What places you

in this small chapter of the world?

He's keeping himself to himself,

that one.

Oh, then it's one of two things:

enterprise or love.

lt isn't love.

Rest assured of that.

Then you're a man of business...

like myself.

But l warn you...

it's brought me nothing but misery.

l'm lost in a fog

of commerce and compromise.

l'd trade it all away

for 15 minutes of freedom.

Freedom is a rare thing

in these parts.

lt is.

- lt is, indeed.

- Oh, indeed it is.

To a long and happy life...

Mr. Christie.

God bless you, lad.

Why should l expire

For the fire of any eye

Though foolish men you slay

For thee l shall not die

Your beauty and your name

Will never conquer me

What have l done

Hello...

souls of the departed...

what a disappointment

l must seem to you all.

Oh, no. Here we are- home.

l recognize these hedges

by their dullness.

O woman, high of fame

Though men have died for thee

This is a difficult murder.

Good evening, Mr. Christie.

Take the horse.

Shannon, l saw you galloping

in the fields.

Dignity, Shannon, Dignity.

A lady must always be civilized,

even when she rides.

No one saw me riding, Mother.

- l saw you!

- Yes, Mother.

''A lady must always be civilized.''

She never leaves us alone,

does she?

No, she doesn't.

There. Go on. Good girl.

ls somebody there?

Stay right where you are.

Don't flutter an eyelid

or l'll stab you.

l'll stab you through.

Father!

Jesus!

Father, help!

l've been all but raped

and slaughtered!

- What is it?

- ln the stables!

- What's the fuss about?

- lt's the devil himself!

- Mr. Daniel Christie!

- Oh, my God!

Look!

Yes?

l'm Joseph Donelly...

of the family Donelly

that you pushed off our land.

What in the name of God

are you talking about?

Prepare to pay for your crimes.

Good Lord Jesus!

Captain Moonlight.

Shannon, come back!

Quickly, find Mr. Chase

and bring him here. Go!

Shannon, come inside.

Shannon, turn around.

Look how black his fingers are,

Mother.

Never mind his fingers.

He's a lowborn blatherskite of filth.

lf he's so worthless, then why are you

bothering to dress his wounds?

Our duty is to restore him

to full health...

so he can hear his own neck crack when

he dangles from the hangman's noose.

Turn away, Shannon,

and protect the innocence of your eyes.

Of all the days

to intrude upon our peaceful life.

The ladies are coming by

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