Pharaoh's Army Page #3

General, huh?

No, just a captain.

How many men you killed?

You really want to know?

None.

Rodie?

What?

You feel

cool and deliberate?

Nothing's moving.

Damn.

We should...

We should bury them.

We'd have to hang

around to do that.

You want

to hang around?

Hyah!

Want a chew?

Thank you.

Captain.

There was

a farm burnt down.

Some old man and his wife

were killed.

Where?

There.

No more than

5 Miles up the creek.

You know

whose place it is?

Yankees.

Ma'am,

they weren't Yankees.

Just some old farmer

and his wife.

They sent two boys

into the union army.

They were just farmers.

Like I said, the war

was rough through here.

How'd you sleep?

You're going to be fine,

soldier.

Uh, how's Newt?

We're out of turpentine.

Captain,

what do we do?

Oh... I don't know.

We need to feed the boys

back at the Cumberland gap.

And that old farmer

and his wife,

We should report back

That there's

some guerrilla outfit

Running around

killing unionists.

I think we got

to wait Newt out.

He's too sick to ride.

We could hitch up the wagon

to the mule,

Haul Newt out.

Giddyup, giddyup.

I won't let

that woman and boy

Root hog or starve.

No. No, sir.

Whoa.

Will you

let me do that?

I don't need your help.

Well, I like

working with mules.

How's your hands?

Blisters

on top of blisters.

Let me see.

Let me see.

All right.

That's fine. Thank you.

Come on!

I told you I got you.

I told you.

Captain,

Newt took a poop.

I guess

that's a good sign.

Rodie, make sure

you clean up this porch.

My stomach hurts.

Worse than yesterday?

Mm-mmm.

Oh, you'll be fine.

You're not as hot.

How's he doing?

He's fine.

I'll make you

some sassafras tea.

She's pretty.

You are feeling better.

Ohh...

Hey, Johnny,

I'm sorry.

You crossed

my artillery line there.

Here,

I'll let you spit back.

Go ahead.

You're scaring the boy.

No, he ain't scared.

Are you, Johnny?

Go ahead... Spit.

Rodie,

you got a mean streak.

Cool and deliberate.

Captain?

Neely.

Uh, chicken's cooked.

Yes, yes.

I told you it was going

to get burnt.

Pow...

Pow.

You are looking

rather well this evening.

Leave him alone!

Go to hell.

Rodie!

Hey, hey, hey!

Is she crazy,

captain?

Bastard!

Rodie hit her dog.

That damn Johnny dog

ate my food, captain.

Soldier, I want you

to apologize.

I'm telling you, captain,

that woman is crazy.

If you want another plate,

you'll apologize.

She hit me

with a damn bucket!

Common decency tells you

you don't pick up a woman

And throw her

against a wall!

Private, you're dismissed!

Sir!

Hope you get a piece.

What'd you say, soldier?

Rodie, shut up.

Spent your

whole damn day, what?

Plowing her corn.

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