Savage Dog Page #5

I told you there'd be no problem.

You give me a quarter what they get,

I'll make it a f***ing work of art.

You better make it look real.

You learnt a thing for

yourself, Martin, that's good.

Lose well, Martin Tillman,

your life depends on it.

I know, I know, strictly speaking,

I promised I wouldn't gamble.

But it's a sure thing.

But I did my research on this

guy, Martin will tear him apart.

We'll go South to your family.

We'll buy a bar, a big one.

Thailand, maybe, yeah.

When the Europeans start arriving,

the Americans will be next.

And we'll be in a great position

to make some money.

How much did you gamble?

Don't you worry your pretty

little head about it.

(Speaks Chinese)

Wait, wait, wait! Just wait a minute!

This evening, many people found

out that their great hero

has no honor.

They're in the bar waiting for you.

Look, look, look!

Here comes a gentleman now.

OK, fellas?

How did I do?

You lost.

What?

You have until the end

of the week to vacate.

The deed to this property,

everything and

everything inside,

now belongs to Monsieur Rastignac

Martin lost?

He knew?

He knew he was going to lose

but he let Valentine gamble?

You son of a b*tch!

Watch your tongue, black.

You don't wanna upset me.

You're awful! All of

you, cowardy cheats.

Not one of you has a thing up

to your bearing on Valentine.

You should be ashamed.

You and your pig.

Knock it off!

That's enough!

You've taken enough of us tonight.

Don't take anything more.

It ends here!

And no Spaniard in a cheap suit

with a paid-off contract

is gonna take anymore.

You understand?

Put it down, Valentine.

It's not fair.

You're not a killer.

What are you doing?

Everything OK, Valentine?

So, there you have it.

Killed by three slugs with my own 45.

Everything just ceased to matter.

Not my life,

the bar,

anything.

I just signed off.

It was a different story

with Martin and Isabelle.

The thing about a sewn-off shotgun is

it's sheer hell at close range.

But over a throw, not so much.

The force of the hit dropped Martin,

knocked him cold,

but it had missed everything vital.

Likewise with Isabelle,

the 45 that had finished me,

passed right through her.

She was a healthy, young woman.

And now, it's said the human

is the hardest animal to kill.

Martin had never had

much call for religion.

But there in the jungle he

reacquainted himself with his Maker.

He begged God to let him die there.

To take his life in

exchange for saving hers.

He offered God a proposal,

if she died, he'd follow her

into the twilight kingdom.

But if she lived,

it would become his mission

to quench with death

those responsible for what had happened.

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