A Genius, Two Friends, and an Idiot Page #4

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If you'd spent less time

walking the streets

and more time sitting

with decent folk on the privy,

you'd have met Joe before me.

I've been dreaming

a weird dream.

The red of the rising sun

touches the mountains.

They seem bathed in blood.

The peaks throw long shadows

down into the bottomless valley.

In the clear blue sky

a hawk glides, wide and easy.

- The whistling wind?

- No.

The wings cleaving the air.

- What's that?

- Shh.

That's horses' hooves.

And now...

from behind the rocks

appears a man on a white horse.

He's the ancient ruler

of these lands.

The shadow of a dead king

reaches out for a fleeing man.

His silhouette is dark

against the red sun.

Ringed with a halo of eagle feathers.

- Like rays of light.

- Oh, yeah?

It's your old man.

He's looking for you.

My old man never had feathers.

I'm a white man.

My face is sunburnt.

The color of my ass says I'm a white.

Look!

What's wrong with being an Injun?

Your dad was, your mom was white.

So what? Black, white, red.

What difference does it make?

- We're all somebody's children.

- She was white.

So white

the other whores called her Ghost.

I'm not bragging.

What I told you is all I know.

I'm a lone wolf.

I don't run with the pack.

Know why they call me Steam Engine?

I got fed up with city society

and jumped a train.

That's right. The man who gallops

on an iron horse.

- That's far enough.

- You're at the end of the road.

- You crazy? You gonna fight?

- You're at the end of the track.

- What's happening?

- Jump!

Bill!

Bill. You all right?

Did you get hurt?

Yeah, I'm all right, Lucy.

Whoever planned this railway?

Maybe they're gonna build a bridge.

I remember

when this place was nothing.

- Is this where the rails stop?

- This is the end.

Of the Western Railroad Company.

Those are all the tracks we got left.

And where's the Pacific?

- Answer me that.

- He's right. Where is it?

Listen to what I tell you.

There's no future for railroads

in this country.

- Where are you going?

- To look for a new job.

The company left us high and dry

and we're skedaddling.

Joe, Bill, come on.

There's still some hot coffee.

Come on, Bill.

Take it easy, Bill.

Don't go getting yourself plastered.

I don't get plastered.

I just get happy.

Come on. You call that happy?

Injuns are gloomy by nature.

Bill, a chief's son

shouldn't fly off the handle like that.

Oh, yeah?

If I had a handful of men

who really knew where their balls are,

I'd screw this whole goddamn country.

Loneliness.

That's what it is.

The loneliness of genius.

Open your ears, genius.

Can you do that?

I've got a proposal for you.

We could work together.

Yeah!

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