The Warrior's Way Page #2

No?

Pretty thing.

Aagh!

Agh! Aah!

Damn you!

(pistol c*cks)

Noooo!

(grunting, crowd murmuring)

No! Lynne! Lynne!

Agh!

No!!

(woman sobs, gunshots)

No!!

Only thing was,

when we went to bury her,

she was still breathing.

Never known nobody

that close to kickin' it.

We didn't know what to do wit' her,

if'n she was gonna live or die.

So we just put her in bed

and waited.

Two days,

and she was eating soup.

By the day three, she was already

sitting up somehow

and slinging daggers

at the wall.

But God ain't fair.

And some people

just ain't cut out for the knife.

Dang it.

My arm ain't worth a damn.

It is not your arm.

What'd you say?

Ouch!

Now you sure about this?

'Cause I'm not so good

with my eyes open.

Throw.

I can't do it.

Do not talk. Focus.

It is your heart that shakes.

You dead?

Not yet.

Sure you're not fountainin' blood

or anything, are ya?

Oh, sh*t!

(laughs) Ha!

I did it!

Thank you,

Mr. Sad Flute.

Smiley told me everything.

I just taught you to focus.

Why you do that?

Okay.

I've always been dyin' to know.

Why are y'all called

The Sad Flutes?

So you got lady Sad Flutes,

too?

Sad Flutinas or somethin'?

Yes.

Wow! That's nice.

Jumpin' in the moonlight and kissin'

as you both fly under the stars

to the tunes of The Sad Flutes...

We are called Sad Flutes

because when you cut the throat,

the last sound is like a sad flute.

Dang!

Skinny, sure know how to throw

a dead cat into a party room, don't ya?

Why'd you become a Sad Flute?

To be strong.

That it?

My father was working in the field.

I was helping him.

A swordsman came.

Killed my father.

Just to test his sword.

That musta hurt you

somethin' bad.

Not hurt. Angry.

Course.

No.

I was angry at my father.

Here. Take it.

It's a present.

My momma gave it to me.

She said, "If you hold it

over your heart when you're sad,

it takes away all your sadness."

It works.

Kinda.

Present?

Yeah.

(footsteps approaching)

(whimpers)

(dog yips)

That is your only friend here.

Take good care of it.

Yes, master.

Oh, tarnations.

Only to protect,

not kill.

What am I gonna kill in this town,

an armadillo?

Is that what I think it is?

You've sealed it.

So they cannot hear.

Hear what?

The weeping.

Of all the souls I have taken.

Who's listenin'?

My past.

And if it hears?

No more music.

This is a big country.

Where do we look?

Do not look.

We listen.

He will show.

Think ofthe sword

as part of the body.

Like a finger.

Like a tooth.

Rather think of it like metal

slicin' through a herd of buffalo!

Show me what Smiley taught you.

You do not have the power.

Well, thank you very much.

I did not know that.

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