Blood Moon Page #2
- Year:
- 2014
- 90 min
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don't want to catch you
serving that girl whiskey again.
Hey, what are you my father?
You've got no right
talking to me like that.
I got every right.
What the hell's got
into you today, Wade?
I just got back from telling
Jenny Corbin she's a widow.
Got any coffee on the stove?
Coffee?
Yeah, I'll bring you a cup.
Bring me the pot, and two cups.
Coming right up.
Navajo hate coffee.
Prefer firewater.
Taste good.
Guess you heard
about the robbery.
Yeah everyone's saying
it was the Nortons.
Yeah, no one's
willing to form a posse.
Drink it, all of it.
Loumis, where'd
you find this coffee?
Up the rear end of a buffalo?
I said drink it.
I need your help, Black Deer.
I'll pay you 10 dollars.
And a bottle of whiskey.
Alright.
are behind bars,
coffee's the only thing
you'll be drinking.
What do you say?
I'll give it some consideration.
Well, don't wait too long.
I'm intent on riding out soon.
Then I need to tell you about
the dream-vision
I had last night.
bored me about one of those.
An evil Navajo spirit,
yee naaldlooshi.
A skin-walker?
That's just legend.
It's more than legend, Wade.
They're real, and
they're out there.
I don't suppose
you've ever seen one?
Well, would you believe
me if I said I had?
A skin-walker is
a Navajo warrior,
banished from their
tribe, for learning
the forbidden secret
of shape-shifting into,
god dammit Wade,
you're looking at me
like I've been chewing peyote.
The time of the blood
moon is almost upon us,
when skin-walkers are
at their strongest.
Heed my warning.
Delay your search
for a few days.
You got your personal beliefs.
But I got my duties to perform.
Sh*t, I'll ride out alone.
I'll be in your office in
an hour, ready to ride out.
You got any silver bullets?
On my wage?
Hell no, why?
It's a question that
needed to be asked.
Welcome to Mud Flats!
Pine Flats, we're stopping
here for a couple hours.
Wish it was a couple days,
my backside's sore as hell.
Charlie!
Charlie be fixing
biscuits, coffee,
if he's a mind to.
Hey, save me
some of them biscuits.
I'm gonna deal with the horses.
I'll wait out here,
if you don't mind.
I've never been inside
a saloon in my life.
Oh, no, there ain't
been a saloon here since
the silver mine closed
down, everybody left town.
Oh, I assumed the
townspeople were all in church.
Pine Flat's citizens aren't the
church-going kind, if
you get my meaning.
Drunken miners is all some
of them gals really are.
Some of them girls
are real pretty.
It's like a ghost-town.
Not quite, Charlie
Packham stayed on,
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