Close Range Page #2

- Well, Walt...

unfortunately it's about I'm gonna

have to put you under arrest.

What? What for?

This is bullshit! I didn't do anything!

Why you stirrin' the pot, Calloway?

Me and you are cool.

I'm afraid there's no gettin' around

this stirrin'. Ain't my call.

All right. Give me your hand. Let's go.

Look, you'll never see my ass again,

all right? Just tell 'em I wasn't here!

Come on.

What exactly brought you

and your boys out here? Sheriff?

- Damn it, Sheriff! Hey, just listen to me!

- Get over here, dammit!

Where's Colt, Angela? Where is he?

I haven't seen my brother in years.

Harboring a fugitive is a hefty crime.

What is it you think Colt did, sheriff?

Well, word is

Walt here hired him to cut down

some people down over in Sonora.

- Hey! I had nothin' to do with that!

- Get him out of here!

- That was all her idea!

- Get him out of here!

They kidnapped my daughter.

Sheriff, they had it comin'.

Wait. Kidnapping?

- Is this true?

- Yeah.

Sheriff, I don't know what the hell's

going on here, but if what she says is true,

we should be gettin' this girl some help

and tryin' to figure this sh*t out.

Relax. We'll call Dr. Brazus

and have her come down here.

- Calloway...

- You're not the sheriff, Wyatt!

Am I clear?

Don't ever question my authority!

Since when do we give a sh*t

about what goes on across the line?

Since it trailed its blood back over

into Santa Cruz County. That's when.

And your brother killed a couple

of cops over there to boot.

Then they were dirty if he did.

Colton may be a lot of things,

but he ain't a cop killer.

And you know it. Not for no reason.

Angela... there's warrants out

for Colt's arrest.

Have been. You know that.

But just because I know him, doesn't mean

that I'm gonna stop doin' my job.

I'm the law down here. Now, where is he?

I told you. I ain't seen him.

He's in the bunkhouse!

Colt, he's in the bunkhouse.

He's the one you want. Not me.

Sh*t.

You a**hole.

Listen...

I'm gonna figure out what the hell's

really goin' on here. Somehow. All right?

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Stay back here,

keep your heads down. All right?

Yeah.

Colt, it's Jasper Calloway.

It's been a while.

Now... we know you're in there.

We just wanna talk.

Come on, Colt.

Come out with your hands up

and nobody else has to get hurt,

including you!

Colt, this is your final warning.

I'm comin' to you as a friend.

All right. Wyatt, Logan...

go in there and drag his ass out.

What his sister said was true.

He won't try and kill you.

Angela's first husband,

he used to be sheriff.

Him and Colt were close.

Cop killing ain't his thing.

Not if you ain't done dirt.

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