Bad Company Page #4

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You know that ain't so, right?

Oh, well, Arthur, man's

got to have courage to spare

before he goes striking off

in the wilderness

to face the dangers and perils

that might befall us.

I mean, I ain't a-building

myself up, y'understand,

but take that mad dog

at the hardware store.

Now, if I hadn't sensed he was

behind me and had the courage to...

What is it? What is it?

I'm gonna get you!

- He's on my dick!

- I'll get him for you!

I think you killed him.

You did kill him.

Damn it!

- All right, Boog.

- Oh, c'mon, Jake. It ain't time yet.

Boog.

'Night, Drew. Glad you're with us.

Goodnight, Boog.

Boys, take your last look at the USA.

- Do you mind if I say something?

- No.

You're a damn fool

to go diggin' for silver.

- Tell me that when I strike it rich.

- Oh, bull.

- Ain't one in a million does that.

- Well, maybe that one'll be me.

Suit yourself. C'mon! Quit lagging!

God damn it, Boog!

That's the fourth time!

I can't help it.

It's all this bouncing up and down.

Damn near a day gone,

we ain't covered ten miles.

What time do you make it? Four?

It's, er... 3.45.

Hey, that's some timepiece.

Is that gold?

Uh-huh. It belonged to my brother.

Hey, let me see that.

I'm not gonna bust it.

Whoo! Fancy Dan watch like that!

Good with your fists, too.

That stunt at the hardware store?

I'll be honest - I don't know nobody

'cept me that coulda done that.

Look, why don't you come

to Virginia City?

- Oh, no. I got plans of my own.

- Well, suit yourself.

Thanks for the invite, though.

Come on! It's already 3.45!

There it goes!

He's a heavy one, ain't he?

He oughta be.

Must have about 40 rounds in him.

Didn't I say we'd live off the land?

Clean him, Boog. I'm hungry.

You don't know how, do you?

Well, somebody do it.

Oh, for the love of Jesus!

Can't anyone clean a rabbit?

Give it here. Damn! I'm the only boy

who gets the job done around here.

Dad-blamed babies. I'll have to cut

your meat for you, too.

It's the easiest damned thing

in the world.

Just slit this on back here.

Pull this on back.

Tough one, this bastard.

You gotta cut this off here...

Snap that off...

Then you gotta...

You gotta slit this up here.

There you go.

Dinner.

"From somewhere

in the upper recesses of the house,

"there came an unearthly shriek.

"The scream was that of a woman,

though what creature

"whom life's vicissitudes had driven

to that pitiful outcry,

"I could not say.

"Fearful, I went to the drawing room,

- "where I had..."

- What's a drawing room?

Maybe it's where

you practise your fast draw.

Oh, no, no. Boog, a drawing room

is like a parlour.

- That's what they used to call it.

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