Savage Sam Page #2

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If it was me, I wouldn't

stand for it one minute.

'cause I know what you're going

through, Arliss, 'cause your Papa...

Used to treat me exactly the

same way when I was little.

Every minute of the day,

something like this,

"Beck, you go chop

the wood.

"Beck, go fetch the horses.

Beck, go slop the hogs.

Beck, go milk the cow."

That's why I wanted to kill

him a thousand times. Who, Papa?

You betcha. Anything

makes me killin' mad...

Is some great big, lazy,

overgrown boy...

Workin' his poor little brother

half to death.

Let's get some brush. We'll set

fire to it and burn him out of there.

Burn him out?

Sure.

Like smokin' a possum

out of a hollow log.

You mean,

do that to Travis?

Well, no,

that wouldn't do neither, no.

Dang fire's liable to spread

and burn the whole place down.

Well, here you go.

Use this.

Blast him outta there

with that.

Now, it'll make some holes in that

door you could pitch a dog through.

But that's Travis

in there.

I know that, Arliss.

That's what you been telling me.

Now keep that arm steady,

boy. Steady.

see, now get

that front side down.

Make her set right there

in the middle of that groove.

Remember, you gotta squeeze

that trigger.

Aim a foot below the top of that

door, and you're gonna catch him...

Right smack between the eyes

on the first shot.

You crazy or something? You

think I wanna kill my own brother?

Well, Arliss, that's the

general idea I got from

the way you was whammin'

them rocks in there.

Well, I didn't aim

to kill him.

Oh. But you kill squirrels

with rocks, don't you?

And you killed that big

turkey gobbler with a rock.

Didn't you?

Now, I believe if it was me, I'd just

go wash the dirt out of that bucket...

And finish milkin' up

the cow.

Yes, sir.

Ah, ahem.

I reckon she'll give you the milk

without you holdin' my gun on her.

Huh?

Oh.

I reckon she will.

I don't see how you do it,

Uncle Beck.

Now, any way I try to manage him, it's

like pokin' a stick in a hornet's nest.

Well, that's generally the case

with being the older brother, Travis.

Maybe what you gotta do

is learn to out figure him.

hey, smells like

something's afire.

It's the bacon!

Dang that Arliss!

Can't even milk a cow.

Hey, I picked... whee... I

picked this up in town for you.

A letter. Yep,

San Antone it says.

It must be

from your Mama and Papa.

Mama says the doctor had

Grandma figured for a goner,

But she fooled them.

That don't surprise me none.

Crowd you to kill that little

ol' lady with a choppin' axe.

That's about the way

Mama puts it.

She says, "it will be a while

before Grandma is back on her feet.

But she's

just doing fine."

Well, I bet on it too.

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