Far and Away Page #4

No, thank you.

l'm a little more interesting than that.

l'm very smart, and l'm very modern.

That's all you need to know about me.

Boy, here!

Have a look at this.

Look.

You can't read, can you?

How pathetic.

''Land,'' it says.

''Land''?

''Wanted:

strong, healthy men and women.

Every resident of the United States

is entitled to 160 acres of land.''

They've got so much of it

they give it away for free.

No land is given away...

in any part of the world.

ln America it is...

and l'm going there.

l'm going to have

a place of my own.

And l will have horses on it,

and l will raise them...

and l will ride them

any way l please.

What do you need more land for?

You own half of lreland as it is!

You took it, your people did!

l didn't take it.

You just live here

all fancied up on rent...

and broken backs.

Boy, you said you wanted land.

lf that's what you want,

then come with me.

Great ships sail

out of Dublin and Liverpool.

But a woman dare not travel alone.

You're brave. You shoot men,

you step on their necks.

When l saw that, l realized

you could be very useful to me.

- Useful, could l?

- Yes! You could be my serving boy.

Oh, l see.

l could polish your boots for you.

They will need a polish

now and then.

Aye, they would.

And l could make you a cup of tea.

When teatime calls for it, yes.

l'll throw the tea in your face and l'll

piss on your boots before l serve you!

Get out!

- l'll pay you threepence a day.

- Get out!

l've got an appointment in the morning,

and l'm going to honor it.

Ha! You'll never win this duel

with Stephen.

We've all seen you handle a gun.

Boy, l am giving you your freedom!

l'm not going to a distant world.

l'm of lreland,

and l'll stay in lreland till l die.

That's in about five hours.

These weapons belonged

to my father's father.

His father's father was an ass.

l've asked to serve as your second

in this barbarism.

l appreciate that, sir.

Choose one of those things.

You had a good breakfast this morning,

did you?

- lt was grand, sir. Thank you.

- Good.

Count away 15 paces.

- One, two.

- This way, son.

- Three, four-

- Ah, fog.

My life is one long mollifying fog.

The land l hold, l inherited.

lt manages itself

with a foggy logic of its own.

Son, l was up thinking about you

all night long.

l knew nothing of your family or their

eviction. l'm sorry for their pain.

l understand why you came to murder me,

and l don't blame you for it at all.

Fifteen!

Turn, each man, and fire!

l can't see anything!

l can.

Boy! Come away from there!

Shannon, get out of the way!

- Assess your stupidity, lad.

- Get away from me, woman!

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