County Line Page #5

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Just playin' with my pets.

You catch that third Prattler yet?

We will.

Well, between you and Clint,

he's got nowhere to go.

Well, Alden...

I came here because uh...

there was some trouble in

york county last night.

Clint's been shot.

What?

At the dirt track.

He hit the wall at full speed.

Is he alive?

It's not lookin' good, Alden.

Alden!

Come back with my car!

Security to ICU.

Code 1...

security to ICU.

Let me get through! I

just wanna see my friend!

Hold it! Hold it!

Where's security?

He's my best friend!

He's my best friend, Doc.!

Alden Rockwell!

Security to ICU, code 1.

You want to see my husband?

Yeah.

Set yourself right.

Immediately.

Is he okay?

No, he's not okay.

For you to clean the pig off

yourself.

I'm sorry, Preston.

Doc... Liz...

okay.

You want the laundry list

or the gist?

Give him the gist.

Well, the gunshot will heal.

It missed his heart by an inch.

He's a lucky dog.

But his head's the problem.

He may or may not

come out of his coma.

So, what do you reckon his

chances are, Doc.?

Well, it's up to him.

As long as I've known Clint,

he ain't never done nothin'

he didn't want to.

I suppose that applies

to dying as well.

I'll come back and check on him later.

When you comin' to see me?

Soon.

The sooner the better.

Now's not the time, Doc..

Did you hear me?

Can I come in?

Deputy.

Alden.

Sloan.

I'm sorry this happened.

Me too.

Did you bring them boys with

you to keep watch?

Yes, sir.

I handpicked 'em myself.

I don't want any watchdogs.

You take those men with you

and put everyone you've got

on this case.

Figure out what happened.

Ma'am, with all due respect,

this was a planned attack.

They failed,

but they might try again.

I'm counting on it.

Uh, Mrs. Thorne-

So, who do you figure done it?

We're working on

it... now Mrs. Thorne-

Who you suspect?

The rogue Prattler brother's

now Mrs. Thorne, these men are

here to protect you-

Well, it may be him but it may not.

Excuse me.

Prattlers ain't murderers,

they're car thieves;

They're hoodlums.

Shoot 'em in the heat of the

moment or break a brother

out of jail, sure but...

assassinate a Sheriff?

That's way too much plannin';

Too much thinkin'.

Whoever it is

better hope I don't

find him first.

Well, now-

Mrs. Thorne, don't worry.

York county takes

care of its own.

We get 'em.

Well, I'm contracting Alden out

here as my own

private investigator.

What?

Wh-what?

You can't do that.

Georgia requires a license for

that kinda thing.

Not if I volunteer.

We don't need you.

Well, maybe he don't need you.

Alright, guys...

look, I know tensions are

high, alright?

Just... you take care of him;

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