Happy Hunting Page #4

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It was a bad idea,

i told him.

- Sh*t everybody did,

stubborn old bastard.

That was Steve's year.

Get in the car, boy!

- What the f***, dude?!

- Psst.

- Where are we?

- That's the edge

of the flats,

which puts us

about here.

- Now what?

- Straight through

the border.

- Mexico?

- Last I checked,

there was a whole town

of freaks back

that way.

- You'll f***ing shoot

them, right?

- There's one bullet here.

Listen, Mexico it's our

best bet.

- That gonna be okay?

- Guess we'll find out.

- Dope sick or what?

- Booze mostly.

You take this.

One bullet,

don't be a dipshit.

- F*** yeah!

- Hello bedford flats this

is your sheriff.

I'm not gonna give you

a bum steer.

We had some ups and downs

out there today.

Our boy,

Bob didn't make it out.

It was the best thing

for him.

Condolences to his folks.

As most of you know,

Cheryl Patterson has

been pronounced dead.

Steve's getting the medical

attention that he needs.

We'll have him back on

his feet soon.

But keep him in

your thoughts.

He'll need us more than ever

when he comes to.

But I can assure you that the

men responsible

for these vicious acts will

not go free.

These men are weak

and poorly made.

It's only a matter of

time before

don and the wakowski's

catch up to them.

And when they do,

it will be painful.

That's a promise.

So keep your chins up,

bedford flats.

It's hunts like these that

brings us all together.

- Love you, honey.

- Love you more.

Cheryl!

- Bring them back

to me!

Bring them back to me!

- There's a radio!

It's not doing anything.

- What is that?

- Ethanol.

- Just leave me the

f*** alone, Barney!

- Steve, you're not well.

- Come on, just leave me

the f*** alone.

- Steve?

- Steve?!

- We get to Mexico,

what then?

- Gotta be honest,

as far as Mexico goes.

It's a lateral move for me,

might fit right in.

- What do I do?

- Get to juarez,

find a consulate.

Hope they deport you.

- El Paso to outpost,

anyone copy?

This is El Paso,

anyone copy?

- Copy.

- Saw the grid light up.

Who am I talking to?

You with parks?

- No.

- Forest service?

- Dude, tell him!

- Tell him! Tell him!

- Stop, would you

believe us?

We're backpackers.

- You're way off the trail.

How'd that sh*t happen?

- Look, my friend here

is injured.

Broken leg.

Can you get air transport

in here asap?

He's in a pretty bad way.

- Gonna be hell

on your insurance.

- We'll manage.

- Only problem.

Can't put down where

you're at.

No landing area.

- Okay, where ya thinking?

- I got an idea.

There's a radio beacon

a couple ranges back.

That's way your way out.

Go to the window.

I need you to get

eyes on it.

- Hang on.

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