Forsaken Page #3

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We were talking.

It would appear the conversation's

over now, Dave.

He was about to see reason.

You actually ever kill anybody, Dave,

or you just talk 'em to death?

Anybody else have something to say?

Daniel Peterson...

is now safely in the embrace of our Lord.

But for us, here on earth,

a good man has been taken.

A provider for his family...

a friend to our community...

and in our despair, we rail against God.

Our faith is tested,

pushed to its very limits.

But Almighty God has a purpose.

And senseless though it may seem to us,

it is not for mere mortal man

to question God's wisdom.

It is for us to persevere...

in a righteous way.

- We gotta do something.

- Like what?

- I don't know. We can't do nothing.

- What about getting a sheriff?

We tried that. Most men ain't got

the stomach for a fight like this.

We need a man who knows trouble,

a man who others fear.

- You suppose he might come to our aid?

- Put that out of your head right now.

We could pay him.

Took a collection. We got $200.

He's done with that life.

I can't believe James

would let it come to this.

They killed Daniel Peterson.

I never thought they'd kill one of us.

- It's only gonna get worse.

- What makes you say that?

'Cause after the first one,

it gets easier.

You want something?

They heat up a good steak.

No, thank you.

Mrs. Peterson came in and sold me

her farm on the way out of town.

Two other families wanna sell also.

What I'm saying is... it looks

like a more aggressive approach

is having an effect on the locals.

Clyde murdered that man.

From what I heard,

Peterson was holding a shotgun.

I did not come here to be part

of a pack of murderers.

What the f*** did ya think

was gonna happen, Dave?

What?

You think I brought you here

to sweet-talk folk off their land?

Come on, Dave, please.

I want Frank to take care of things

when it comes to the farms.

He seems to have to temperament required.

- And me?

- I still want you here.

I believe it's only a matter of time before

John Henry Clayton picks up his guns.

Hear we're riding

to the Chadwick farm tomorrow.

Why don't you just stand up on the bar

and announce our intention to all creation?

Sorry.

Guess my... enthusiasm

got the better of me.

You planning to eat today?

- Ain't hungry.

- Need to eat.

Told you, I ain't hungry.

You're trying to prove something out here.

- I ain't trying to prove nothing.

- Yes, you are.

You're working this land day in, day out.

You're so weary, time night comes,

you can barely move.

It's not for love of farming.

I know why it is.

You're trying to use this poor earth

to sweat out all your guilt and anger.

That's what it is, isn't it?

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