Dead South Page #4

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the farm with those squatters

and whoever crop with us,

but it's gonna be ours.

Our land, Silas.

You hearin' me, old man?

Our land.

What's on the list of supply?

How you figure to get that

there, with Jenkins how he is?

No, we, we can't

get the seed from Jenkins,

gotta go to bachelorville,

or lake Weir for that.

About two weeks 'til first rain.

But they should wait,

so Stokes don't get

no word of it.

But I could get

everything else on here.

And some of our people to work.

We gone have us some land.

Yeah, boy...

We gone have us some land...

You got some nerve

drawing down on me, niggrah.

I was gonna field dress you

quick, with my ax.

But, now...

You let me pass,

or I aim to kill

the first one of you Jimmy's

that's bold enough to stop me.

Would you look at this.

I want to thank you all

for coming to my

humble planters party.

We have plenty

to rebuild something better.

And, free or not,

we don't have to worry about

our slaves leavin' us.

Because they are deadly afraid

of Royce and Lester's men...

Goddammit, Lester!

Now, go ahead and play,

play something nice.

I said play,

you malingering bastard.

Now, folks, there's no need

for you to get upset about this,

we're all used to

Lester and his boys

with a wild streak.

We have, on the veranda,

some spiced custard

and mint julep.

Please, go this way, and I'll be

rejoining y'all, momentarily.

Beautiful dress.

I told you, did you not hear me,

that I would not abide

you disrupting

these festivities?

- Now...

- This goddamn ghoul

- was moving funny...

- ...Take your boys and go.

Now!

This ain't right.

This ain't no kinda balance

a power like you talked about.

Them ghouls is practically

running the show.

We ain't on even ground

here with this thing.

I have four fresh coloreds

waitin' out by the barn

for you boys.

You can have your pick

of three of them.

Mm-hm. We just getting

Royce's hand me downs.

They ain't nearly

as fresh as you say.

Hardly got no strength

left in 'em.

They's fresh enough.

Now, the barn, Lester.

Come on, boys.

Please... please accept

my deepest apologies.

But you can't completely

blame Lester, now, can you?

Those charmington boys,

they launched

an unprovoked attack

on Lester and his men yesterday.

Now, they may not be local,

but they must abide

by the rules.

I expect those boys to be

punished appropriately.

You just gotta get a feel

for it, the weight, the balance.

You don't think about it,

know the blade will hit.

Outta help the next time

you run out of bullets.

All right, then.

That's the spot.

In the hollow of the neck.

Use two hands,

you do not stop pressing.

Your blade should be looking

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