Beneath the Harvest Sky Page #4

bang, who's staying,

who's going.

They're either going

to care about you,

or they're not going to

give a f*** about you.

They're always calling me

into the f***in' guidance

counselor's office.

And it is bullshit.

They're wrong.

But then again,

none of it's going

to matter anyway, so

f*** 'em, you know?

I knew you were going

to f***in' do that.

This works out, we can make a

f***-ton of money, me and you.

What about this thing

with the Keegans?

You know, where you've got

45 Hell's Angels just up

the road there at Bear Lake?

Hell's Angels want to do

battle with the Keegans, who

are running meth

and coke south up.

Meth's between the Angels

and Phil and Bobby Keegan.

Keegans being

green-lit got sh*t-all

to do with us, as

far as I'm concerned.

Is that... you mean "us,"

me and you, or "us,"

like you and your guys?

Both.

Both is fair game.

It stands right now, that

includes the gatekeepers.

As long as we stick to

running pot and pills,

Hell's Angels got no business

knowing our business.

This works out with

the Florida guy,

we're slamming pills all

down the I-95 corridor.

It starts right now,

right here, with us.

Don't f*** this up, all right?

Let's load them up.

Hello, sir.

How are you today?

I'm good, thank you.

How are you?

Not too bad.

What is your citizenship?

I'm an American.

Hold on just a minute, please.

What was the purpose of

your trip to Canada today?

Uh, got a pizza at the

Little House of Pizza.

You purchase anything

else besides the pizza?

No, sir.

Is there anything

else in the truck

that doesn't belong to you?

No, sir, it's all mine.

All right, thank you very much.

Have a good day.

Thank you.

Did this guy do something wrong?

Oh, I don't know, but

we're about to find out.

What about, uh...

uh, Jesse's brother?

What's his name?

Ethan.

Yeah.

You know.

Ahem.

He said he would,

uh, pay... pay me

when he got his welfare check.

He'd get the rest to me,

uh, the first of the month.

OK.

Your job is to keep them

between the ditches.

They go off the road, they

start to fall behind...

All right, I'll talk to him.

I mean, you know

what I'm saying.

Yeah, yeah.

OK, well... my brother.

Yah!

Where's my f***ing money?

Give me my f***ing money!

Where's my f***ing money?

All right, seriously.

I'm serious.

He's my little brother!

Whoa!

Wait, too... that went

on way too f***ing long.

I'm only kidding you, man.

Oh, are you?

Jesus Christ!

Yeah, I've been working on

some slight modifications.

Oh yeah?

Added this big-ass

fuel tank back here.

I think you're

going to dig this.

Get closer.

Take a good whiff.

Yeah, gas.

Diesel.

But over here

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