White Lightning Page #2

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- I ain't.

- You think you might get a job at Rexville?

What happened to Donny, Mama?

We don't know.

I don't want nothin' to happen to you,

Bobby. I just can't stand it no more.

- Tell her it's gonna be all right.

- Whatever you got in your head, get it out!

- It's gonna be all right.

- "Settle yourself. " No.

- That's what Donny said.

- Now, hush.

There's no call for that.

Now quit it! Come on.

Gator's home. He had supper with us.

We're sitting out here on the porch

like we always did.

I don't rightly know

what happened to your brother, son.

I don't understand it.

He wasn't mixed up in the law no way.

But you know what they say

college kids do these days.

But it's all right.

You're home now. We can get in that crop.

When are you leaving?

In the morning.

Where are you going, son?

Where are you going?

- Bogan County.

- You listen to your daddy.

Stay away from there.

Don't get us mixed up in more trouble.

Know how I got out of prison, Daddy?

The law. The law let me out.

What do you mean, son?

That sheriff, he owns Bogan County.

We ain't gonna get him for killing Donny.

The only way you're gonna get

that sheriff... is for taking whiskey money.

Are you goin' for the federal laws?

Taking names of liquor people

and turning them in?

- I'm gonna get that sheriff.

- Taking names, that's...

I'm gonna get that sheriff.

It's a bad thing, Bobby.

race commentary)

Howdy.

Say, how are you?

You Dude Watson?

That's what they call me.

- I hear you're a hell of a mechanic.

- Oh, yeah?

Shoot. Well, I don't know.

You wanna... tune up my old iron here?

What, today? No way.

- You got a big race today, have you?

- You know it.

- Can I have a little tap of that?

- What's that?

That's moon, ain't it, pard?

Is that what that is?

Shoot. I was wondering.

Some old boy come by about an hour ago,

just left it there.

Hell, it's yours.

I don't know what the hell it is.

You think I'm the fuzz?

I don't know what you are.

Gawd!

That shine'll blind you, boy.

My name's Gator McKlusky.

You know why I'm here, don't you?

I said you know why I'm here, don't you?

Last year you made $18,000,

working on cars and running

moonshine whiskey to your neighbours.

Except you neglected to pay

Uncle Sam the taxes.

He's pissed off about that.

Man, is he pissed off about that!

Warm your cars up and get 'em ready

to go and get used to the track.

So, I'm gonna help you make some

deliveries, take down a few names.

Is that right? Tell me somethin'.

Why mess with an old boy who's just tryin'

to make a livin' out of liquor?

I'm only gonna nail one guy's hide:

J C Connors.

J C Connors? Shoot!

You might as well try to swim over to

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