Hell or High Water Page #3

I don't know what is.

You like your steak?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, you've got

a ways to go yet.

Yeah, you'll be waiting around

all day for me to finish this.

I'll be here whether you

finish it or not. So...

You take your time.

It sure is quiet in here.

Open the drawer.

Fives, 10s, 20s.

Fan them out like

a deck of cards.

What do you do?

Last job was for a...

Natural gas company.

Sounds high-dollar.

No, there ain't nothing

high-dollar about drilling.

No one seems to be

drilling for gas now, anyway.

They sure drilling for oil.

I mean, ain't one drill

the same as the next?

That's my take on it.

I guess, I got to get

someone else to believe me.

Son of a b*tch!

We could use a cook.

Just a thought.

Order's up, Jenny Ann.

Bye.

Start the car!

Sh*t.

F***! Sh*t!

Go, go, go!

I bet you don't owe this

much in child support.

I must be out of my goddamn

mind to ask you for help.

You wanna

get us killed? Huh?

That's not a Midlands branch.

That's not part of the plan.

Now, we got to go back to the

ranch and bury the car. F***!

No, we do not. We're over

halfway to Oklahoma.

I'm not driving

a stolen getaway car

to a f***ing Indian casino.

You just put us

a goddamn day behind.

Well, I got us a day ahead this

morning, so I guess we're even.

You're welcome.

F*** you.

Can't you answer your own phone?

I'm driving. You're just sitting

there twiddling your fat fingers.

Ranger Hamilton's phone.

It's reckless is what it is.

Oh...

It's tweakers.

I'm telling you.

I don't think

these boys is reckless.

Damn sure ain't tweakers.

They know exactly

what they're doing.

I don't know how

you're gonna survive

without somebody to outsmart.

You need a hobby, and quick.

How about a horse?

Mary Beth was the rider.

A horse would only

remind me of her.

You like to fish.

Not enough to do it

every goddamn day.

Yeah, when I retire,

I'm gonna move Esme and me

down to Galveston.

Buy a fishing boat.

Gonna live on that son of a

b*tch right at the pier.

Oh, who knows?

Maybe one of these bank robbers

is gonna want a gunfight,

and I can dodge my retirement

in a Blaze of glory.

Well, I've seen you shoot.

There won't be much glory in it.

Oh, well, I'm lucky

I got a half-breed

by my side to avenge me.

If you can stay

sober long enough.

Knowing how you

Injuns like the bottle.

Whoa.

Hey. What you all doing?

You burning this field?

Why in the sh*t

would we do that?

This kicked up on the highway,

been chasing us ever since.

Wish we could do

something for you.

Ought to just let

it turn me to ashes

and put me out of my misery.

Cut that fence.

21st century,

I'm racing a fire to the

river with a herd of cattle.

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