Hard Times Page #3

We've got a boy

who can make an interesting contest.

That's quite a bit of money.

I don't know if he's up to it.

He's just starting out, he's green.

Nobody takes advantage of you bayou

people. We'll be there, Mr Pettibon.

I told you it would be a fat one.

- How high?

- 2,000 George Washingtons.

It'll pay some bills.

The dun at the door, the wolf

at the gates shall be held in abeyance.

You're that sure of Mr Chaney?

Does a goose go barefoot?

I'll get some cigars.

- Mr Pettibon, good to see you again.

- Look what we did for your little visit.

- Mighty fine.

- I knew you'd like it.

This is my fiance,

Miss Gayleen Schoonover.

- You remember Mr Poe here?

- Sure, nice seeing you again.

That's Chaney. He doesn't say much.

If things go as planned,

he won't say much at all later.

- It's your plan, Mr Pettibon, not ours.

- You said he was green.

Third time out.

He doesn't look unpicked to me.

I'll let my man be the judge of that.

That's him right over there.

He looks like he's up to the mark.

He'd better be.

Goddamn!

Very pretty, very nice.

- You'd better get the money.

- You don't have to ask me to do that.

That's how it's done, Mr Pettibon.

I guess it just wasn't your day, was it?

Damn small question about that.

What the hell are you doing?

This has been a big set-back for us.

I didn't think anybody could do that.

- That was your error of judgement.

- It was too damn easy.

There are no rules about that,

except who wins. That money's ours.

Something wrong, Speed?

We've got a problem. You're a ringer.

You give us our goddamn money now!

You want that money? Take it.

Somebody always shows up with a gun.

- Goddamn sack of country sh*t.

- Steady on, these boys are not refined.

I think you folks better

get in your car and drive home.

I think that's pretty good advice...

He isn't going to pay.

Next time I come back

to this coon-ass place, I'll bring a gun!

You do that. Make sure it's a big one.

Now, get on out!

That's how it's done.

A sorry spectacle. Very poor example of

southern sportsmanship.

All this driving for nothing.

My God, it breaks your heart.

Breaks my butt, that's what it breaks.

Why don't we take it easy, drive down

the country roads and see the sights?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Business.

They went away just like that,

nothing to it.

- Now I've got the gun.

- I guess you do.

Anybody else?

What about you?

I don't think you want to use it.

That's one way.

You want to see another?

Gayleen!

Is this your place, Pettibon?

Is this where you live?

- I'll see you in a couple of days.

- You know who we're going after next.

If this isn't your place,

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