Gallows Road: The Path to Gallows Road Page #7

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everyone else around here

because they're too

afraid to speak up.

But, you boys are no good.

- See ya around, hero.

- You do know that,

in the State of Texas,

if you trespass, that's

grounds for getting shot?

I keep my rifle

loaded all day long.

I see you coming

around here again,

I just might mistake

you for a coyote

trying to steal my chickens.

You think that's funny?

I guess we'll just have to

see what happens, won't we?

Now get off my land.

- Sure, hoss.

Whatever you say.

- Hello?

- Hey, Carrie.

- Hi, Frank, how are you?

- Oh, I'm fine. It's just...

Look, I had to send Jake home.

I lost my temper a bit.

He got in a scuffle with

one of the Cain brothers.

Jake's been drinking again, too.

- Oh.

If you need anything,

I'll help if I can.

- Okay. Thanks, Frank.

- Where were you?

- Work.

- Got in a fight, huh?

- Yeah, I got in a fight.

- Frank called

to check on you.

The electricity was

turned off last night.

- Well, I paid it.

- Well, obviously you didn't!

- Would you two stop yelling?

- Don't talk to your

daddy like that, please.

- I ain't got no daddy.

Daddy, what is a daddy?!

- You listen to your

mom, and you be quiet.

- I don't wanna be quiet.

All you do is yell and scream!

Why can't I, huh?!

- Get out! Get out!

Get out!

Leave! Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Goodbye.

Puck. Puck.

Puck! Puck!

Puck!

Puck! Puck!

Puck!

- Ooh! Ah!

That blanket is stinky!

My, I can't see how you can

stand to lay on that thing.

Well...

gonna get a wash today, 'cause

I can't stand it anymore.

That is disgusting! My!

All right. There we go.

All right, now.

No! No, no, no!

Shep, come on now!

Come on, move!

No, let it...

Shep! Let it go.

Let it go! Shep,

will you let it go?!

Just take it. Take it!

Take it!

- Puck?

Puck, it's me, Bay.

- Just leave me alone.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing, I'm fine.

- No, you're not, or

you wouldn't be crying.

- I ain't crying.

- Look at me, Puck.

What happened?!

- I busted my lip on a rock.

- Somebody hit you, didn't they?

- My daddy hit me.

He was all drunk, so

I guess it's okay.

He don't smack me

when he ain't drunk.

- He shouldn't be

hitting you, Puck.

Drinking or not, that

just isn't right.

- That's just Jake.

- You have to tell

someone, Puck.

- Who am I going to tell?

Besides, ain't no

one to listen anyway.

- How about telling my dad?

He'll listen to you, Puck.

- I'll be okay.

- Come on.

Come on, Puck.

- Mm-mmm.

- Come on.

Come on.

- Hey, son.

- Hey, Dad.

- Hey, grab a seat. Move that

stuff outta the way there.

- Okay, Dad.

- Be right with you.

- What's going on, son?

- Dad, this is my

new friend, Puck.

She got hurt.

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