Child of God Page #2

Me and bill parsons was gonna

go bird hunting this morning,

but I don't reckon we will now.

Bill Parsons, eh?

He's got some good dogs.

Yeah, he's always got the best dogs.

I remember a dog he had name of Suzie.

He said it was a hellacious bird dog.

He let her out of the trunk.

I looked at her, said, "I don't

believe Suzie's feeling too good."

He looks her over, feels her nose

and all, says she looks okay to him.

I said, "uh-uh.

I just don't believe she's real well today."

We set out, hunted all afternoon,

killed one bird.

Started walking back to the car,

and Bill says to me...

He says, "You know, it's funny

you spotting how Suzie wasn't

feeling too good today,

how you noticed it right quick."

I said, "Suzie was sick today."

He says, "I know it."

I said, "Suzie was sick yesterday."

Suzie's always been sick.

Suzie'll always be sick.

Suzie is a sick dog."

God...damn it.

My motherfuckers.

What the hell?

God damn.

God damn.

Let's go.

Where to?

That gal up at the turnaround, Lester.

What gal?

That was found up yonder,

had on a nightgown.

Yeah, I seen her.

I ain't got nothing to do with her.

She says you did.

Well, she's a lying sack of green sh*t.

Get your ass off that porch.

Okay, you got it all.

Man of leisure like yourself,

you oughtn't to mind helping us

workers unscramble

a little misunderstanding.

F***.

- This way, mister.

- This way.

They's a path if you didn't know it.

No, sir.

Not for two weeks.

Well, of course I will.

That was...

I done ask him.

I don't know.

Whatever you say.

Sheriff.

Yeah, I'll call you back.

Shut the door, cotton.

This son of a b*tch?

Sh*t.

Where the hell'd you find him at?

He not the one?

Well, yes, he's the one.

The one!

It's them other two sons of

b*tches I want jailed.

This son of a b*tch here, sh*t.

I ain't done...

I ain't done nothing.

I ain't done a damn thing.

You want to make charges

against this man or not?

Hell yes, I do.

What do you want us to charge him with?

Rape!

F***ing rape!

Sheriff, I ain't done nothing.

Salt and battery too,

you son of a b*tch.

Sheriff, she ain't nothing

but a goddamn old whore.

-F***!

- Hey, hey.

F***!

You son of a b*tch!

You a goddamn little whore.

That's all you is!

Son of a b*tch.

I ain't afraid of you.

- All right, that's enough.

- Let me at him!

Didn't your mama leave you in the river,

you f***ing piece of sh*t?

Get your goddamn restraints!

Shut up!

Flying home

I'm flying home

I'm flying home

I'm flying home

Flying home

What your name?

John.

N*gger John.

What you in for?

What? What you say?

I said, what you in for?

I cut a motherf***er's head

off with a pocketknife.

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