Bad Company Page #5

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- Everybody satisfied?

Get back to that screamin' gal.

"...reading to her father.

Mr Rochester, however..."

- We had a parlour once.

- Bullshit.

You never ate more than one meal

outta the same plate.

Oh, yeah? Shows all you know.

We had a dining room, parlour,

the whole damn rig-out.

I remember now. It was when

I was little, 'fore we lost the farm.

Oh, that must've been hard luck.

No, sir. Then come the best time

in my whole life.

Me and Pa travelled around.

We had us this n*gger, OI' Dan.

Pa made up this deal.

When we got to a town,

he'd find some idiot farmer

and then sell him our n*gger.

Then come nightfall, Pa and me would

sneak out and steal him back again.

Before they missed him, we'd be on

to the next town. My pa thunk it up.

- Pretty smart, ain't it?

- How come you still ain't doing it?

Well, one day,

OI' Dan shot my pa dead.

- He did?

- Yep.

- Just like that?

- Somehow he got the drop on Pa.

Do I have to hear about some n*gger?

Tell us who was yelling at Jane.

Well, tell me later, Boog.

I'd like to hear it.

You're a gentleman.

Not like Jake Rumsey,

who'd rather hear some dumb

horseshit about drawing rooms...

- If you knew my pa, you'd...

- Boog!

"Mister Rochester, however,

was no longer in his chair.

"In haste, I passed quickly through

the room in my anxiety to find him,

"but he was neither in his chambers

nor in the hall.

"I had to consider whether my duty

lay in remaining with the child..."

Believe me, boys, the worst idea

in the world is to go west.

- Come on, now.

- I ain't lying, son.

We tried farming. The first year,

a twister wiped us out.

The next year, it was the cattlemen,

then just pure de-rotten soil.

Nobody got no money.

Even if you do,

there ain't a thing worth havin'.

Rains so damn much,

it'll give you the chilblains.

Dry spell come along,

you choke on the dust...

if a bushwhacker

don't take your last damn dollar.

- I mean it. Turn around and go back.

- Amen.

Listen, farming's always rough.

That ain't our line.

'Sides, you struck out too late in

your years. We're boys in our prime.

You know, seein' as you boys ain't

gonna hit a town for quite a while...

you must be getting kinda itchy,

you get me?

- What do you mean?

- Well, now...

You take Min here.

She's a gal and a half.

I mean, it's not exactly virgin

territory, if you know what I mean.

I'll make a bargain, seein' as

you're playin' it close to the vest.

$10 for all of you.

It's your last chance for poontang.

Make that $8 and you're on, honey.

Zeb?

Well, you boys drive a hard bargain,

but $8 it is.

Well, I ain't interested.

- What?!

- Oh, I just...

Well, nothin' to get riled about.

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