Posse Page #5

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Your hand looked low, red man,

but I'll take the deed to your teepee.

Try that and I'll scalp your black ass.

I don't know what kinda mojo

you got working on these cards,

but it sure is working.

The game is five-card stud, Mr Teeters.

I'm glad you're close, so I won't

have to reach out for your money.

(Louisiana Slim)

Let's go. Give me some cards.

Deal me in, Father Time.

It's natural progress.

Got to happen sooner or later.

Cutterstown folk won't let us have no land

- even reservation land - without a fight.

Better to wait forever than to fight.

When you start killing for a dream,

you usually end up killing the dream too.

That's what hell is,

watching your dreams die.

Your education will set you free.

(Little J laughs)

Triplet queens and the one-eyed jack,

boys. Blind as justice.

Ain't no justice at this table.

Sure there is, Jimmy Love,

just to you justice ain't been served.

Well, well, well. Looks like

Father Time ran out of time.

Lady Luck sure ain't with me.

Guess it's your deal.

With pleasure.

Go on, now, Time!

Go, go, go! Look out below!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Your ass is mine! I'm coming through!

Obobo, I hate to say it,

but your friend Jessie is very strange.

He's weird. He don't talk much.

I never trust a man who don't talk much.

- Am I right, Angel? Am I right?

- Sh*t!

Let me tell you something about that boy.

I seen him shoot a man, put his gun away,

shoot another man three times,

walk out the door before he hits the floor!

That doesn't make a difference.

The man is weird.

We came all this way together

and then he just takes off.

He's got something twistin' in his mind.

I don't know what.

He'd ride to hell and back

and gun down the devil if it'd fix it.

Fix it? You wanna fix something?

Fix that bad eye of yours.

(shouts)

- Hey!

- He's talking about my eye!

- So what?

- He's talking about my eye!

You tough

when it comes to shooting a man.

But when it comes to shooting a woman

between the legs, it's another story!

This here's Father Time.

If anyone asks, you ain't seen us.

Give me some more of that gold

and I'll tell them I ain't seen you before.

Angel, who's that?

Candyman! You're looking

sharp as a mail catalogue on foot!

- Shining and gleaming and everything!

- Your breath stinks.

If your wife took more time to douche,

I might not have that problem.

Little J, Jessie left this for you.

Thank you, Obobo.

- Father Time?

- What's up?

You're pretty damn good with them cards.

Getting caught back there was stupid.

- Hazard of the occupation.

- Hazard?

A hazard you're lucky to live through.

Let me tell you a story.

I had a partner once named Silas.

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