Gallows Road: The Path to Gallows Road Page #6

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to check him out!

You said he was some sort

of Bigfoot or something.

- Did not!

- - Did so!

- I did not!

You.

You have some real

neat stuff, Uncle Bob.

Did you make all this?!

- Yeah, it's all pretty cool.

Wish I could make

stuff like this.

- Come on, Puck.

- Yeah. I made 'em.

- The other day, I was looking

at a picture on your mantle.

Is that your family?

I'm Puck.

What's your dog's name?

- Shep.

- Cool, I like that name.

Come on, Bay.

- Bye, Uncle Bob.

- Every time I see

that tree over there,

it reminds me of when

I was a little boy,

and me and my daddy, we

planted this little seed

that grew into something

really beautiful.

That's how God is with us.

He takes our family, and

He rains down his love,

and we become all

that we can be.

- Bob?

- I love you, too, Daddy.

- Dad, I love you.

- I know, son. Love you guys.

- I trust you, Bob.

- What you doing, son?

- Changing the battery,

but I wanna check the oil first.

- Yeah?

All right, well I don't have

to be at work for a while.

Would you like to go for a walk?

- I'll go when you get back.

It's just a battery.

- It's just a

battery. Looks good.

Sounds good. All right,

I'll see you in a bit.

- Want some lemonade?

- Yeah.

- Hello?

- Hey, Bob.

I, uhh...

got your things.

Salt, sugar, cereal,

toothpaste, and

toilet paper.

It's good to see you, Bob.

Man, these are beautiful.

Even trade?

- Even.

- I know how you

like your licorice.

Hey, Bob?

The preacher gave a

good sermon today...

on forgiveness.

- All right, that's good.

Here you go, boy.

Most of us start work first

thing in the morning, Jake.

Not last.

- I'm sorry, Frank.

- Just get to work.

- Jakey!

You ready for a big one tonight?

- I'm working overtime tonight.

- Come on, now.

Bang, bang, bang.

Don't you love me no more?

- Just got stuff

I gotta figure out.

- What you

got to work out, Jake?

What, another way to

smash on them horseshoe?

Now, you ain't been much

of a team player lately.

Seems like you've

got it in your head

that you different somehow.

You're just like us.

- I ain't nothin' like you.

- Fine.

- I'm going over to Bob Collins.

- No, no, no. See, you ain't.

For one, Jake, you

ain't got the stones.

Two...

I'll just stop you.

- You just try it.

- Break it up!

I said break it up!

- Big boy thinks he can

throw punches around.

- Shut your mouth, boy.

You been drinking, Jake?

Just go on home. You

know better than that.

- I need the money, Frank.

- If you need the

money, you won't come to work

drinking tomorrow, now will you?

You, and your brother,

and that so-called sheriff

think you got this

town wrapped up.

I can't speak for

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