Child of God Page #4

- You have a nice day, sir.

Step right up!

Step right up and test your skill.

You stay right where you is.

I ain't done firing yet.

Look at all those bears he won.

Mix it in a little bit, all right?

It's real simple.

Know what I'm saying?

This is y'all's your home.

I'm making more food for us all tonight.

We're gonna celebrate.

Be our first night together in our new home.

Yeah, that's what it is.

Oh, Bobby. Oh, Bobby.

Oh, Bobby. Oh, Bobby.

Oh, god.

Oh, Bobby. Oh, Bobby.

Let him come. Come on.

Oh, f***.

Oh, sh*t.

Motherf***er.

You better run, you son of a b*tch!

Okay.

There wasn't none of 'em any

account that I'd ever heard of.

I remember his granddaddy.

Name was Leland.

He was getting a war pension as an old man.

Died back in the late '20s,

was supposed to have been

in the union army.

It was a known fact he didn't do nothing

the whole war but scout the bushes.

They come looking for him two or three times.

Hell, he never did go to war.

Old man Cameron tells this, and I

don't know what cause he'd have to lie.

Said they come out there to get

Leland Ballard, and while they

was hunting him in the barn

and the smokehouse and all,

he slipped down out the bushes to

where their horses was at,

cut the leather off the sergeant's

saddle to halfsole his shoes with.

No, I don't know how

he got that pension.

Lied to 'em, I reckon.

Sevier county put more men in

the union army than it had

registered voters,

but he wasn't one of them.

He was just the only one who had

brass enough to ask for a pension.

That's right.

Hey.

God almighty.

It's small.

You know I want to come.

That's what you like, isn't it?

God!

Okay, okay.

Okay.

We're almost there.

It's a little temporary.

It's a nice spot though.

Okay, almost there.

We made it.

Man...

Okay.

Okay, there.

The hell?

No!

Run!

Get out of here!

Move!

The hell you doing here?

What's your goddamn problem?

- Get the hell outta here!

- We thought we could hunt here.

You can get on and hunt then!

You don't hunt in no goddamn cat.

- Come on, Aaron.

- You get on and hunt!

You lying sack of goddamn sh*t

what you is.

I'm gonna keep my eyes on you two,

two little motherfucking kids.

My cousin'll be coming for you,

you f***ing loon.

I'll be waiting for your cousin and

you two little motherfuckers too.

You bet...you...

Okay.

Right.

Okay, I got to put you somewhere else.

Come here.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry.

I got to move you.

Hallelujah.

Okay, okay, that's okay.

God damn.

Can I help you?

How much is that there

red dress out front?

Mm...$5.98.

Yes.

- $5.98?

- $5.98

Okay, well, $5.98.

What size you need?

Size?

I don't know what size she takes.

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