Warlock Page #4

on church ground.

Ha. You're telling

me you're a witch?

You ain't no witch.

Witches are girls.

Some are men.

Yeah?

So where's your broomstick?

Witches fly on broomsticks.

Didn't you never see

the Wizard of Oz?

I need no broomstick to fly.

Yeah?

What do you need?

You take Mastercard?

With plenty of I.D. We do.

20th century money. Great sh*t.

Spend as much as you want

till you hit your limit.

Then you've got

50 bucks a whack.

What was that?

Fellas up in the hills

hunting coyote.

You eat coyote around here, huh?

Well, a boy over at

the trailer park

was killed by one.

They do that sometimes.

A coyote will come down,

drag off a small child.

Boy was fairly well

chewed up, so I hear.

Skin taken clean off.

Pray, wait.

It was your son...

the boy killed?

For your loss I grieve...

But I have need

to ask one thing.

Had he been baptized?

Who are you?

Why are you asking me this?

Was the boy baptized?

No.

His father wouldn't allow it.

So...

Clue me.

The warlock will

travel swifter now.

I'm not tracking here.

You think he killed the kid?

Of all ingredients

used by a witch,

the most coveted is human fat.

If that fat is cut from

an unbaptized male child,

there is but one purpose,

one thing it will beget.

I'm listening.

Flying potion.

You got KKTY, Tucson,

ridin' shotgun and

keepin' you company...

No little people inside.

Oh, I gathered.

Wanna know how it works?

If 'twill help find the warlock.

Highly doubtful.

Hey, you know the

earth is round?

For some years now.

Ask me anything.

I took 2 years of high school.

Come on. Ask me something.

Why is it you paint your face?

Nothing wrong with

a little makeup.

Especially now.

Satanists paint their

faces, not goodly women.

Are you saying in 1691

gals didn't wear any makeup?

If my Marion had but...

nay, goodly women do

not paint themselves.

You married way back there?

Well, you just said "my Marion. "

Who's she?

We need new bearing.

Your sister?

Pray, stop the coach.

Some squeeze? Stop here.

Who the sh*t's Marion?

Stop!

Ohh, think then

talk, banana brain.

God.

Oh, God.

Ohh...

God.

Ohh.

Go on. Go without me.

I don't wanna know

how bad it is.

Please.

Please, don't look.

Please. No.

Oh, my...

Why couldn't he just kill me?

Nothing could be

worse than this.

His very thought.

The cream's gone bad.

Couldn't be.

I brought it in just yesterday.

Want to taste it?

Nah, I got a lot of

work to do, dad.

If you're done helping Elsie,

maybe you can turn out

the horse for me.

Hey.

Hey.

Come on, hurry up!

I'm gonna beat you!

Can I ask you a question?

Will you please not have

a meltdown this time?

Ask.

Who's Marion?

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