Convicts Page #3

"Our Father who art in

Heaven, hallowed be thy name.

"Thy kingdom come, thy

will be done on earth...

"Forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those...

"who trespass against us..."

- There he is. Sheriff. Right there.

- You the one? Who got the keys?

Right here.

Ben, how many throats did

this devil slit last night?

Only one, sir.

- But was he colored or white?

- They all colored, sir.

Now get up or I'll kill you.

Mr. Soll?

You told me yesterday that

you'd pay me my wages today, sir.

You work for me?

Now you know, Mr.

Soll, he works for you.

- Did I ask you a question?

- No, sir.

Then you keep quiet until I do.

- Shoot.

- Why do you say that?

'Cause I'm disgusted.

This poor boy out here working to get

a tombstone for his daddy's grave...

and he been here six months and

you ain't paid him nothing yet.

Go up to the house in

a while. I'll pay you.

Think he's gonna do it?

I wouldn't waste holding

my breath if I was you.

Lord Jesus, have mercy, God.

Lord, they killing each other.

Someday all of them convicts gonna get

loose and we're gonna all be killed.

Get your shovel. Go

dig a grave for him.

I'll send Jackson

over there to help you.

Boy, you go watch the body

until we get his grave dug.

- Sir, I wouldn't care to see him right now.

- Why?

Because he's dead, sir.

You never seen a dead man before,

boy? Nothing to worry yourself about.

Sir, I just don't want to see him...

- Suppose I told you, you had to do it, boy.

- He don't have to do it. I'll do it.

What're you doing here? You're supposed

to be cooking my Christmas dinner.

This ain't Christmas Day yet.

- What the hell day is it?

- It's Christmas Eve.

All right.

Lord. Jesus.

That convict tried

to kill me, you know.

- Which one?

- The one the sheriff just shot.

- He really dead, Martha?

- Yes, sir.

- The white one or colored one?

- You saw him.

Well, I forget.

Come see for yourself.

I forget.

He tried to kill me, he did.

He won't have a chance anymore.

Colored or white. Crazy old fool.

Lord, you know.

Martha, you afraid of dying?

No, I ain't afraid of it.

Just not ready to go yet.

- Where is Mr. Soll?

- He's over there by the body.

- He says he tried to kill him.

- Might have.

Jackson, he listens to you.

Tell him to give me my money.

- He don't listen to me.

- Jackson!

Tell Martha to get in the house and

start cooking my Christmas dinner.

- You hear that, Martha?

- Tell him today ain't Christmas.

She say today ain't Christmas.

- Did you bury him?

- Yes, I did.

Right next to the

other convicts' graves.

Mr. Soll say any convicts

that die gets buried out here.

He don't want them next

to his peoples' graves.

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