Seraphim Falls Page #4

Jesus, Mary, Joseph.

All right.

Down that way, idiots.

Open the gate.

Go check on them other two.

I want them out of here.

I thought you weren't interested

in horses, mister.

I'm not.

I think it's time you told me

what it is you are interested in here.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I like that.

Like I said, I'd be obliged for some water,

and we'll be on our way.

Suppose you just

be on your way then, huh?

Get up, you big baby. Get your gun!

F*** you.

Let's move.

Pilgrims, you arrived just in time.

May we offer you shelter and fellowship?

We can pay if you have some food to spare.

The Lord is bountiful.

Our venison stew is a week in the pot

and fire every day.

Come.

Reckon we ought to camp

somewheres else?

Afraid the word of God

will spoil your digestion?

I never was much for scripture.

Nothing to fear, Mr. Hayes.

Them's just words. Ain't no God out here.

Say, how'd you come by that scar

on your neck?

Indians? Them savages?

No, it was worse.

Mormons.

Praise be to God and a good rifle,

he answered my prayers and not his.

You ought to have a talk with your God

about that.

Figure he ought to be more careful.

You being the chosen folk and all.

Could be he was careful, or I'd be dead.

So, you figure God were on your side then?

He's always on the side

of the righteous, son.

If you don't mind, I'll take his share.

It'll help me digest that fine stew of yourn.

Play something for our guests, children.

No hymns.

- You ready?

- No damn hymns.

Goddamn preacher.

- Did that to yourself.

- Why don't you mind how you talk to me?

It's just you and me out here now.

You go for me, you don't get paid.

Anyway, the noise would make

that head of yours split clean through.

Much obliged.

Don't you ever threaten me again, boy.

Understand?

Check your weapon.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Goddamn missionaries.

Thieving bastards emptied our guns.

I told you we ought to camp someplace else.

As long as I've still got the one for him,

I guess it don't much matter.

What the hell were they doing out here?

Certain kind of decision.

Once a man makes it,

he can't end up nowhere but here.

You go.

You go, now.

Go now.

What the hell kind of animal has done that?

Sh*t.

Hell, there ain't no animal...

Get off the horse.

- Easy now. Easy now.

- Yeah.

Get off the horse.

Toss the gun over here.

Just do what he says, Carver.

You do it.

Easy.

On your knees. Now.

Ain't you gonna ask me

to spare you, Captain?

Ain't that what cowards

are supposed to say?

Just as well.

'Cause I ain't planning on it.

Toss that knife over here.

I ain't gonna let you try anything

before I send you down.

Finish it then, huh?

Not so fast.

I've been hunting you for...

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