The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada Page #2

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My boss is not an....

Lou Ann, what's for dinner?

Stuffed zucchini and broccoli.

-That's it?

-l'm on a diet.

Someone else paying the bills?

Putting a roof over your head?

Johnny, I know there's

someone else. I know it.

-That's ridiculous.

-You're not fat.

-It's that girl from the office. Sheila?

-Yes, l am. A little bit.

-No way.

-I saw you together--

-You're my red-hot mama.

-She's pretty.

She's prettier than me. She's free

and happy and has red hair.

-Stop it.

-I'm not stupid, Johnny. I've got eyes.

She'll wreck your life and mine

and hers. That's what will happen.

This is ridiculous.

You're throwing your life away,

Johnny. Don't do it. Please don't do it.

I need you. I love you. Please.

You see, right there. That's

exactly what I'm talking about.

It's always the same.

Always the same.

Oh, Johnny.

What's happening to us?

We used to be so happy.

Don't you remember when

we were living in River Valley?

Yes, doll.

I remember River Valley.

We were happy then.

And we'll be happy again.

I know it.

Please, don't cry.

There will always be

a River Valley for us.

I hope so, Johnny.

I hope so.

Thanks.

You're getting to be a regular

customer around here.

Well, l don't have

a lot to do right now.

Let's go. Come on.

Bring them. Bring them.

Got them, now. She's good.

-How many calves left?

-1 20.

That's a shitload.

When's the boss

coming from Houston?

Saturday afternoon.

F***ing mama's boy.

He says he's a rancher just because

they bought him this ranch...

...but l ain't seen him out here

busting his ass.

You're in a twist because

the only woman you've had...

...for a while is your own hand.

Let's go to Midland this Saturday.

The Border Patrol will nab me

in Midland.

Bullshit.

You scared of women, or what?

Agustin, shut the goddamn gate!

Don't worry.

This happens to Bob

sometimes too.

Well, it goddamn well

don't happen to me.

lt's the first f***ing time

it's ever happened to me.

l don't give a sh*t

what happens to Bob.

Yeah, l know.

Viagra works for Bob.

l'll turn truck-stop queer and

blowj*b-giver before l use that sh*t.

That's what Bob says.

F*** Bob.

Hey, man, you still listen to that

pinche white-boy candy rapper?

Reese's Pieces, Skittles, Eminem.

Gotta stop listening to that.

Kumbia Kings. That's who you

need to listen to, man.

-What's your favorite rifle round?

-What?

What rifle do you shoot?

Always the same round?

AR-1 5, .223 standard. Why?

l was just curious.

l always use the .30-30 myself.

Lever action.

Open sight.

-Don't know what you're missing.

-Eminem. That's all he listens to.

Hello.

Sh*t. F***.

F***.

How do we register him?

Write down ''Melquiades.''

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