Killing Season Page #2

Perhaps you come

with me tomorrow.

No, really.

The storm will be over

and the air will be clear

and maybe, who knows,

you get lucky,

you add another head

to your collection.

Well, what are you using?

I use this.

I'll show you.

Here.

Jesus Christ, buddy.

You fight

in the Indian Wars?

No, this is the same bow

I used as a boy.

You know, it's, gets

very clean strong draw.

Not jerky like yours.

Well, mine won't snap.

Any bow can snap.

That's fiberglass.

I worked with fiberglass

in factory.

That was after the war?

No, before the war. Old soldier like you.

But sometimes

it is difficult

to know when to leave

the battlefield, you know?

You're talking

about the fiberglass.

The tiny beer bubbles

find their way into the malt

during

the manufacturing process.

And then each time

you pull the string back,

the fiberglass

weakens bit by bit.

One day, you are tracking

your quarry through the grass,

and the rocks, and the mud,

and the rain, and the snow,

and finally

you see your prize bull

right in the sights

and snap!

It breaks.

You're a weird duck.

Hmm.

What is this photographer?

Oh, I did those.

Really?

You're a photographer?

Yeah.

What is this one?

Well, that's the old church up in God's Peak.

God's Peak.

Hmm.

Reminds me of home.

Oh, no, please, I'm fine.

Oh, you got to try it.

I have more than I need,

and it doesn't keep real well.

Or not.

It's a free country.

Okay.

If you insist.

This is good.

Good, huh? Told you.

It's delicious.

Oh. It almost

slipped my mind.

I have something

to return the favor.

For the true hunter.

It's too late for me now.

Oh, come on.

You know,

you did not have aspirin today, okay?

So, do not think

of it as a drink.

Think of it

as pain killer.

I always drink

with friend.

Never alone.

I have many rules,

most I break.

But never that one.

So, Zivjeli.

Live long.

Zivjeli.

[Laughing]

(Emil) I'm telling you,

these women are beautiful.

They f*** all night,

I'm not kidding you.

Okay, now, your turn.

You tell me stories.

War stories. I want to hear this.

War stories?

Yes.

Most of those aren't true.

Most, but some. Ones that are,

why would anyone want to talk about it?

How else do you

keep the best life?

The past is dead.

Let's keep it that way.

No, see,

now I see the difference between you and me.

You drink

to forget the past,

I drink to remember.

I don't remember much,

but this I do remember.

The more booze

you brought over there,

there was plenty of blood.

To the war.

Oh, come on, Benjamin.

Is there not anything

you missed about the war?

Only to not miss it.

But why you say this?

It was nothing but like

cakewalk for you, no?

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