It Stains the Sands Red Page #3

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He didn't have a lot

of redeeming qualities.

I think he had daddy issues.

The truth is, I was just using

him to get out of the city.

I mean, as soon

as we got to Mexico

I would have dumped his ass.

Not that it matters.

He was f***ing

plenty of other girls.

You all are.

Yeah, yeah.

F*** you, too.

- I'm so goddamn thirsty.

One more day...

One more day.

I could maybe even make it

there by tonight.

One more day.

I'm not quitting.

I know you think I will

but I'm not.

I am not quitting.

You hear that, smalls?

I'm not quitting!

Help!

Help!

- Hey!

Hey, are you alright?

- Ted, get some water.

Hey!

Hello?

- Hey!

Are you alright?

Are you hurt?

- No.

Mmm, mmm.

- Hey, easy.

Easy.

- What're you doing

way out here?

- Whoa, hey.

- It's a - a long story.

I've just... been walking.

- To where?

Huh?

You're 40 miles away

from anything.

- An airfield.

- Well, you're damn lucky

we found you.

It's nearly 100 degrees

out here.

- Yeah.

- Right?

- Come on, let's get you

to the truck.

- You can rest there.

- Come on, okay?

- I'll help you up.

It's okay.

Yeah, slowly.

- Thank you.

- There you go.

- Almost there.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Let me get the a/c.

- You feel that?

- Mm-hmm.

Yes, I do.

Oh god.

- Sorry, I'm Ted.

- Oh, hey.

- Molly.

- Jason.

- Hey.

Oh, sh*t.

F***.

I - I left my bag

back there, it's...

- hey, no, no, no.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, we'll get it.

You just... just rest.

- It's okay.

- Okay.

- Over here?

- Uh, yeah.

I think so.

I lost it in the...

Sandstorm.

Sh*t.

Oh god.

- Let's get you to the truck.

- Found it!

No, you keep the front.

- Sorry, it was buried

really deep.

- Thanks.

- Hey, so what was that

about uh... an airfield?

- Hmm. You know, honestly,

I think that they've left.

- Yeah, well...

Where is it?

Maybe they have some

extra planes.

I've flown a few times before.

- I don't know.

I mean... maybe.

It - its a small airfield.

Only a few planes.

- It's still worth checking out.

- Yeah.

- You know what, guys?

Um... I really appreciate

all the help, but...

I think I should probably

just get going on my own now.

- Wait a minute.

We...

I mean, we can't just

leave you out here alone.

You could die of heat stroke.

- I - I think I'll be okay.

But... thanks again.

For everything.

Okay.

Okay, what the hell?

Unlock the f***ing door.

Unlock the door!

- Get her, man!

Go around and get her!

Grab her!

Hold her!

Get out.

- The airfield, where is it?!

- Get her up!

- Alright, I got her.

- Alright, tell us where it is,

or I will cut you real deep.

You understand?

Just like that dumb n*gger

and his son.

- Okay, it's called

Boulder's airfield,

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