Mountain Men Page #4

and that the government

was spying on him, obviously.

Something about Peak Boyle.

What, and no one tried

to reason with him?

Reason was not really

his thing by the end.

Whoa, you gonna march

right in there?

I'm sorry. After you.

No, it's okay.

You go ahead.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Squatter, show yourself!

Here, squatty squatty squatty.

Come here.

Not gonna hurt you, bud.

Just want to get you out.

Hey! Squatter!

Must have cleared out.

Nobody's here?

Doesn't look like it.

Jesus, look at this place.

This squatter's

a f***ing whack job.

What? No,

this is all Dad's sh*t.

Pretty much

the way he left it.

And, Bill's sure

he saw someone.

Who knows? Yeah.

Looks like dude is gone,

so we should just like hang out,

stay here,

enjoy ourselves a bit.

I'll get the food out

of the car, light a fire.

You seem like you could use

a little R&R.

What's that supposed to mean?

Mom. She's a little

worried about you.

Mom?

Mom's worried about you, man.

She asked me to talk to you.

Talk to me about what?

-Your life.

-F***, man.

She told me to talk to you

about your life.

Well, some people

don't change.

That sneaky b*tch.

She's such a sneaky

little f***er.

That's what she does, man.

She's a manipulator.

She plays us against each other.

That's why Dad left.

You think Mom drove Dad away?

Well, she wasn't exactly

supportive of his issues.

Have you taken

a look around, man?

What part of this f***ing crazy

shack is not sinking in for you?

Anyway, maybe Mom was right,

you know?

She's got a f***ed-up way

of going about it,

but we haven't talked

to each other in a long time.

Well, what exactly

do you want to talk about?

F***ing big old titties.

What else?

-Big old titties?

-Yeah. Porno mags.

Whatever.

We'll talk about whatever, man.

F***ing grown-up brother sh*t,

you know?

We'll talk about it

on the drive home.

Let's just get going.

Please, it's a long drive.

No, we're not gonna drive

that logging road in the dark.

Forget it. That's a f***ing

accident waiting to happen.

Let's just stay. We'll leave

first thing in the morning.

-God, man.

-Come on.

You got any booze?

Do I got any booze?

Whoops.

Can't believe you guys

just left all his sh*t here.

Hey, whatever happened

to his lucky hat?

That fur hat he always wore.

I don't know.

Maybe it wasn't so lucky.

Sh*t.

Yeah, well, I think Bill

was right about the squatter.

Somebody has definitely

been here recently.

Bam. Chicken a la Topher.

Or Chicken Cordon Toph.

Come get some.

Yes, sir!

I think you're gonna like

this sh*t, I guarantee.

What's on it?

Soy sauce and ketchup.

It's an umami bomb, bro.

Heard about it

from Bobby Flay.

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