Blackway Page #2

- I said, "I'll go with her."

- You, you gonna

go find Blackway?

- Sure, why not?

- You're

not... Seriously thinking

of taking on

Blackway by yourself?

- No, I'll take Nate with me.

- You think he's up to it?

- I can ask him.

Nate?

- Whaddya say,

Nate, you wanna go with Les?

- I d-d-don't mind.

- You know who

Blackway is, dontcha?

- I seen him.

- Think you'll be up for it?

- I guess.

He's kinda old, ain't he?

- Yeah, like me.

- You sure about this, Les?

- Yeah.

Mm.

- This ain't your fight, you

didn't go askin' for this.

- No, she didn't,

either, did she?

- Maybe so.

But, sure as hell

would be better,

for everyone involved,

if she just left town.

- Yeah.

- Well.

- Ok, um, I'm leaving this here.

Don't you touch it with

that thing on your lip.

Come, let's go.

Come on.

Hey.

Trouble?

- Damn thing won't start.

- I'm not surprised, your

battery's screwed up.

Terminal's corroded.

Useless.

Ok, we'll, um, use

Nate's truck, ok?

- For what?

- What do you think?

To find your friend Blackway,

isn't that what you want?

Scotty's not gonna

help you, he's

as scared of Blackway

as everyone else is.

My name is Lester, by the way.

That's Nate.

- He's like 100 years old.

- Close.

- Sh*t.

You don't have any

friends who could help me?

- Pickup only seats three.

- Give me the keys.

- It's my truck.

- Give me the keys, come on.

Get in the truck.

- You think Whizzer's serious

about paying us a week's wages...

- no.

- I can pay you.

- Yeah?

- I've got some

money from my mom's...

- we don't need your money.

Get in.

- We d-d-don't want her money?

- No, we don't.

Get in.

Ok.

- Girl is a piece

of work, ain't she?

Callin' us pathetic.

- I'll tell you who's

a piece of work.

Windgate.

Sending her to us because

he's too chicken

sh*t to do his job.

- Yeah.

He's still thanking

his lucky stars.

Blackway got bored

of being a deputy.

Moved onto bigger things.

- Badder things.

- I don't know what

Les is thinking.

- I'll tell ya.

He's thinking, he

sees a young girl

in trouble and needs help.

Could be any one

of our daughters.

- Nate didn't seem to

scared by Blackway.

- He don't know better.

What about Lester?

- Lester's scared of

Blackway, all right.

If he ain't, he should be.

- Ok, quick stop for supplies.

- Can I use your bathroom?

- Want to take a bath?

- No.

- You want the can?

- Yeah.

- Then say so.

Inside.

- What's all this stuff?

- Oh, whirligigs.

He makes them.

His wife used to, to sell them.

D-d-don't know why

he still makes them.

She's long gone.

- She died?

- She left.

Ran off with the d-d-dentist.

That's what I hear, anyway.

- Les lets me crash here when

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