Ain't Them Bodies Saints Page #4

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deer?

Thinking about it.

Anyway, it rained so much, it

filled up them tanks, and my

wife walked up there to check

'em the next day, and there was

catfish lyin' there.

That thing filled up, and it was

spillin', and it had come out in

the spill.

Are these real? Come again?

Are these real? You bet.

How old are they?

Well, that pistol goes back

125 years. You don't say.

See that scrap of paper there

next to it?

That there is a list...

Of every poor son of a b*tch who

met his end at the barrel of it.

Sounds like a bunch of

bullshit to me.

Yeah, probably is.

Can I help you gentlemen

find something in particular?

Nah. Just looking around.

Is there any news?

No, not today. Uh...

Figured you want these back.

They're just gathering dust.

You read 'em? No, ma'am.

Why not? Everyone else has.

They're not mine to read.

Can I ask you something?

Mm, sure.

Do you mean what you said

about Bob not coming back for

you? Yeah, I did.

Well, I was thinking maybe

you all'd want to get out of

town until all this blows over.

You mean till he gets caught?

Where would we go?

Someplace safe.

Would you come?

Someone would come with you.

I think I'll just stay here.

You know, I got to work, and

Sylvie's got her birthday.

We'll be just fine.

Yeah, sure. She's gonna be 4.

Is that right? Yep.

Yeah. What's she want?

She wants a horse.

Like, a real horse?

Yep. Yeah?

Where you gonna put it?

You know what?

I know a man who... who could

sell you one for... for not a

bad price.

You do? I do.

I can't take care of no horse.

Well... No horse.

Maybe I could, uh... maybe I

could bring her something. Why?

Well, I was just doing some

cleaning, and...

I... I may have a few deals just

floating around that maybe,

uh... maybe she'd take to,

you know?

Just... A few deals, huh?

A few deals.

Dear Ruth...

I don't know how

to start this letter.

I have got a million things on

my mind, and I need

to get them out.

I know you know I am out, and I

hope you know I am coming for

you, just like I always said.

Just like I always said I was

going to do, I am coming for

you.

I wish I were standing at your

side, whispering in your ear,

but that's not so. I came across the

woods and mountains with no shoes on.

I traveled high and far,

and now I am close.

I'm so close to you, I can almost

reach out and touch your cheek.

Here you go, Don.

You boys take it easy, now.

Well... Look at you, Bob.

Break out of parson and head

straight back here.

Maybe not the smartest move.

Long as you don't turn me in.

Where's Miles?

Miles is gone.

Gone? Gladys is gone, too.

It's just me now.

Well, who's running the show?

No show to run... not anymore.

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