Dead Men Page #2

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back to Jackson Ridge.

But we do have

some time to kill.

This is the part

I love the most.

Gah!

[gun clicks]

[clicks]

[groaning]

- [yells]

- [knife plunges]

[rasping]

Why'd he have to take

our goddamn horses?

Who goes there?

Jake Struthers.

Put your goddamn gun away,

Billy.

I need to speak with Cole.

Things have changed.

He ain't gonna be

happy about this.

Virgil!

[sobs]

[labored breathing]

My boy.

Virgil. Virgil!

Virgil. Virgil!

[panting]

[panting]

Jake!

[yelling]

- [yells]

- [grunts]

- [children laughing]

- [men chanting]

[groans playfully]

[tribal music playing]

[both grunting]

[groans]

[both grunting]

This is the part

I love the most.

[grunts]

[groaning]

[panting]

[snoring]

[shudders]

[Western music playing]

Hi there, Sissy.

You're looking

beautiful today.

Can you at least say hi?

You lost, boy?

No, I don't reckon I am.

Dumb son of a b*tch.

You shoot, I blow

your goddamn head off!

Well, why don't you

do me a favor

and put me out of my misery?

Go on, now.

I think this son of a b*tch

just might be

crazier than I am.

[door opens]

Jake?

How the hell are you?

Boys, put your guns away,

will you?

We're respectable members

of the community now.

So you're here

to see Cole, huh?

Why else would I be here?

All right.

Get inside.

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

Jake Struthers is here

to see you.

[sighs]

Send him in.

[door creaks open]

Jake, good to see you.

Bringing me news

of your brother?

No news at the present time.

I sure hope you're not here

to ask for more money.

That is precisely

why I'm here.

Been kind of a dry spell.

I figured the last batch

I gave you

would've lasted longer.

I see you pissed it

all away again

on whiskey and whores.

You know, I like you, Jake.

You're colorful.

You come here and you put

your feet up on my desk,

and you make yourself at home

with nothing more to offer me

than, "I want more money."

You know, I pride myself

on being a good

judge of character,

so I ask myself,

"Why would he do that

when he knows that I'd cut

his throat from ear to ear

without a second thought?"

[muffled groan]

That's exactly what

you want, isn't it Jake?

You want me to kill you

and end your miserable life

because you don't have

the balls to do it yourself.

You see?

I like cowards, Jake.

They're predictable.

You're predictable.

[soft chuckle]

[grunting, groaning]

[Cole]

Now look at me.

You come back to me again,

and you won't

walk out of here.

You understand me?

[coughing]

- Get up!

- [groans]

Hell, Cole,

maybe I'll go buy a gold mine

and become a millionaire

just like you.

And maybe the people

of this town

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