Killing Season Page #2
Perhaps you come
with me tomorrow.
No, really.
The storm will be over
and the air will be clear
and maybe, who knows,
you get lucky,
you add another head
to your collection.
Well, what are you using?
I use this.
I'll show you.
Here.
Jesus Christ, buddy.
You fight
in the Indian Wars?
No, this is the same bow
I used as a boy.
You know, it's, gets
Not jerky like yours.
Well, mine won't snap.
Any bow can snap.
That's fiberglass.
I worked with fiberglass
in factory.
That was after the war?
No, before the war. Old soldier like you.
But sometimes
it is difficult
to know when to leave
the battlefield, you know?
You're talking
about the fiberglass.
The tiny beer bubbles
find their way into the malt
during
the manufacturing process.
And then each time
you pull the string back,
the fiberglass
weakens bit by bit.
One day, you are tracking
your quarry through the grass,
and the rocks, and the mud,
and the rain, and the snow,
and finally
you see your prize bull
right in the sights
and snap!
It breaks.
You're a weird duck.
Hmm.
What is this photographer?
Oh, I did those.
Really?
You're a photographer?
Yeah.
What is this one?
Well, that's the old church up in God's Peak.
God's Peak.
Hmm.
Reminds me of home.
Oh, no, please, I'm fine.
Oh, you got to try it.
I have more than I need,
and it doesn't keep real well.
Or not.
It's a free country.
Okay.
If you insist.
This is good.
Good, huh? Told you.
It's delicious.
Oh. It almost
slipped my mind.
I have something
to return the favor.
For the true hunter.
It's too late for me now.
Oh, come on.
You know,
you did not have aspirin today, okay?
So, do not think
of it as a drink.
Think of it
as pain killer.
I always drink
with friend.
Never alone.
I have many rules,
most I break.
But never that one.
So, Zivjeli.
Live long.
Zivjeli.
[Laughing]
(Emil) I'm telling you,
these women are beautiful.
They f*** all night,
I'm not kidding you.
Okay, now, your turn.
You tell me stories.
War stories. I want to hear this.
War stories?
Yes.
Most of those aren't true.
Most, but some. Ones that are,
why would anyone want to talk about it?
How else do you
keep the best life?
The past is dead.
Let's keep it that way.
No, see,
now I see the difference between you and me.
You drink
to forget the past,
I drink to remember.
I don't remember much,
but this I do remember.
The more booze
you brought over there,
there was plenty of blood.
To the war.
Oh, come on, Benjamin.
Is there not anything
Only to not miss it.
But why you say this?
It was nothing but like
cakewalk for you, no?
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