Convicts Page #5

Now you tell him that.

- You tell him. There he is right there.

- Where?

Right there.

Yeah.

Where's Nancy?

She dead, sir. She been

dead more than 15 years now.

- Where's Julia?

- She's dead, too. She been dead.

- Where's Sarah?

- She dead, too, sir.

Who the hell's out here?

Just you and me and the boy here

and Martha and the Overseer...

and the guards and the convicts.

- Where's my gun?

- I don't know, sir.

- Get it for me.

- I don't know where it is, sir.

- You got a gun?

- Yes, sir.

- Get it for me.

- Yes, sir.

- I'm going hunting.

- Yes, sir.

I wouldn't go hunting today if

I was you. It's Christmas Eve.

I don't care the hell what

day it is, I'm going hunting.

Yes, sir.

- Where is Jackson?

- I don't know, sir.

I'll put the lazy son of a b*tch back on

the chain gang if he ain't careful, you hear?

Bastard.

Ben, get out here. Martha, come here.

Merry Christmas.

- What's this?

- Christmas gift.

That's Confederate money.

Ain't gonna buy you nothing.

Better hold on to it. Never can tell.

Who the hell are you?

Horace Robedaux, sir.

- How old are you?

- Thirteen, sir.

- Now, whose boy are you?

- Why, you know who he is, Mr. Soll.

- His daddy is dead, sir.

- Let him answer.

- Your daddy's dead?

- Yes, sir.

What was his name?

Paul Horace Robedaux, sir.

I knew the bastard. He

wasn't worth killing.

He was my brother's lawyer.

He helped my brother cheat me.

How did you get out here?

Mr. Albert Thornton is his uncle.

He come out here in the fall...

to help him with the store when

the crops come in. You know that.

- Where's Albert?

- He's in town.

- What the hell's he doing in town?

- He talked to you about it.

Thing's are so slow in

the store here now...

and the few customers there

are, the boy can take care of.

I don't want him here. I don't want

Paul Horace Robedaux's boy on this place.

Take him to my brother's place. He'll

take care of him. I don't want him.

- Your brother's in New Orleans.

- Take him back to town, god damn it.

He didn't mean that. He's just drunk.

He say anything when he's drunk.

He be over his drunk tomorrow.

- Now, who the hell are you?

- Horace, sir.

Oh, yes.

What was your daddy's name?

Paul Horace. Paul Horace Robedaux.

- I knew him. He's dead.

- Yes, sir.

- I have a brother. You ever meet him?

- No, sir.

He has a place next to mine,

only we don't get along here.

Mean, no-good bastard.

You know what my daddy said

to me just before he died?

No, sir.

He called me and said,

"Everybody else out of the room.

"Soll," he said, "sit down.

"Now watch out for that

son of a b*tch Tyre.

"He'll steal you blind.

He's a rattlesnake.

"He has venom in his fangs."

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