Dead South Page #2

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he just doesn't understand.

We get one good bumper,

that all we need.

We can build from there.

Is you moonshine crazy!

All flavor of spookies

runnin' round here,

you tryin' to join

the Chuck wagon?

Take your ass home

'fore they chop you up.

I want you to take

care of that boy.

Just do it quietly.

Home guard, huh?

Ain't y'all heard,

the war's over.

You scream pretty,

real pretty.

Pray to god

if the brothers came for you.

But god, don't listen

to no nonsense.

Two whiskeys.

We're holding the paper

for a nightshade farm,

mister, here in eye tooth.

Do you know who we can

talk to about selling it?

Well, now, boys,

you can't sell that...

...'cause I own it.

Well...

That doesn't bother me.

You see we have plenty

of your type around here.

And that paper's no good.

No one will buy it from you,

'cause you don't own it.

Our paper says different.

And we done quit bosses

for good, mister.

- Much obliged.

'Neighbor.

If you're interested in some

whore cabins, just east of here,

they're clean and they're white.

But ifin' you boys is hungry,

there's some nigga whores

down in the holler,

and you can do

what you want with them.

You see we have ourselves

a truce here in eye tooth.

Nightwalkers like you

will not touch any eater,

and the eaters

won't touch you.

You know, I hope them pantied

ladies at least as friendly

as the welcoming committee

outside of town.

Well, come on then.

You ghouls ain't gonna be

the first ones to cross my path.

Hey, why you lettin'

your horses go?

Somebody's been

floodin' this land.

These fields...

Covered with creek silt.

This could be good land

but Stokes keep floodin' it

to help irrigate his own land.

Right 'Cher yonder.

What we going to do, hilde?

We don't have nearly enough for

the potion man,

we can't sell this,

and we don't have enough

for planting or labor.

Look, the way I see it,

i could bandit for the money.

- No...

- That feller in town, Stokes,

thinks he owns our land.

Well, I could kill him,

take what he got.

You know that'll 'cause

more problems for us

then it'll solve.

Look, we wouldn't have

nearly enough time

to sell the farm before we run.

Then we'd just be

on the run with no money,

instead of just having no money.

Yeah, well, either way,

he ain't getting nightshade.

This here farm

is our only chance.

Come on, now,

you got another solution?

Oh... oh...

Looks like maybe the solution

to our problems

been living rough right here.

We're the charmington's.

My name is Beau,

this here is my brother, hilde,

and this property is ours.

I told you they didn't look

nothin' like Stokes' men.

Stokes is done

lordin' over what ain't his.

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