Judge Priest Page #5

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Judge. Oh, Judge.

Y-Y-You seen anything of Mr. -

Mr. Flem Talley,

the barber man, around here?

No. What he be doin' around here?

Uh, I don't know, Judge, but-...

...but they's- they's

headed this way for him.

What are you- What are you talkin' about?

Who's they?

Uh, some lady's pappy with

a two-barrel shotgun.

He says Mr. Talley's been messin' around.

He sure is in a killin' mood.

What? You mean that,

uh, he's going to annihilate him?

Uh- Uh, no, sir.

He- He just-just gonna shoot him.

That-That's all.

Oh, there ain't a thing that I can do about it.

My job don't start until, uh...

...they've got him all, uh,

laid out in the morgue...

...full of buckshot, cold and dead...

...and, uh, ready for burial.

And then I steps in.

Uh, b-but, uh, y-you-you, Judge-...

...y-y-you is the law.

Oh, I can't do a thing about

it, as I said before...

...until the shooting is over.

And, uh, then I'll certainly

see that the, uh, murderer gets a fair trial.

Giddap. Giddap.

Uncle Billy, I couldn't

find that book anywhere.

What book?

- That Kentucky law book.

Oh. Maybe I didn't have one.

Ellie May is waitin' for you over there.

- What?

Well, l-l-l- How do you know?

Are you sure?

Now don't be standin' here like a jaybird

gawkin' when I tell you she's waitin'.

Go on out of here and go.

That dumb whip-poor-will.

Mighty poor company on a night like this.

Good night, Jeff.

Been a long time, honey, since...

...you and the babies...

...went away.

Mmm, honey, it sure is a pretty night.

Been an awful late spring.

But I don't know when I've seen the flowers

lookin' better this time of year.

People are funny things-...

...always got their eye set on something.

Rome, he's got his eye set on Ellie May.

And Carrie, she's got hers set on

old Hod Maydew's daughter for Rome.

Old Hod, he's got his eye set on my job.

And some of 'em's gonna be disappointed.

Mmm, them honeysuckles

sure do smell sweet.

Seems like I just can't get

my nose full enough of 'em.

Why, dad-burn, honey.

There's Bob Gillis over there at a grave.

It's at Ellie May's mother's.

Hi, Jimmy.

- Hello, Billy.

What are you- What are you doin' there?

Figurin' on gettin' called

to the colors again?

Hello, Gillis.

Hello.

You never know what

them Yanks is gonna do.

We licked 'em once,

and I'm keepin' old Dead-eye ready...

...in case we- in case we gotta do it again.

Say, uh, better look

at old General Forrest there.

Think he's gonna need

a little shoein' pretty soon.

Well, I'm- I'm mighty busy right now, Billy...

...shoein' them two horses over there.

Hey, Bob, we better take a look

at the judge's horse.

There's somethin' wrong.

Have a snifter? Good corn.

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