Sniper Page #5

leaches, malaria.

He'd never think anybody'd be

stupid enough to hide here.

Except us.

Just take your horse pill.

And don't take a piss.

Bugs will swarm

right up through your dick.

Good night.

Tough, huh?

He's there, and he's out of range,

damn it!

l'm looking right at the ridge

that we came over.

l don't see a damn thing.

That's because he's smarter than you.

Come over here.

Glance down to the bottom of the finger.

Sweep up to your left

at 11 :
00.

- Halfway.

- Got him.

Heading west.

Lost us.

Wrong. He's just doing

what he was trained to do.

He's circling our flank,

coming around us.

Gaining some ground.

He'll be waiting for us somewhere.

He'll know exactly where we are.

We have to take him out.

Taking a break?

Makes it sensitive.

Marries my finger to the trigger-break.

What are you gonna do, a pedicure next?

l guess some men are born to this work

and others aren't.

lt may be your career choice

but it ain't mine.

This career chooses the man.

Ain't the other way around.

Well, like l said-

- l have other plans.

- Yeah?

I had plans. Still do.

- What is it?

- l'm working on something back home.

Where are you from?

Montana. Boseman.

No sh*t? l went to university there.

Miller, don't jerk me off.

l'm not in the mood.

l'm not. Freshman and sophomore year.

l would have stayed longer

but skiing killed my grades.

l'll be damned.

You wouldn't happen to know

a little town called Livingston?

Sure.

Well...

there's a stream nearby,

up in the hills.

lt's, l don't know. What- three clicks

east of the interstate.

lf you follow that,

you come to this rock basin.

Like a quarry pit, but not as deep.

l found that when l was a kid.

Anyway, it's fed by

a tributary of the Madison.

And it's the best damned

steelhead fishing in the world.

l plan to go back there and-

l don't know.

Start a little fishing camp.

Guide operation. Whatever.

When's the last time you were there?

Couple years ago.

Damn it- "couple years ago.'

That whole area was leveled

seven years ago!

They got a high school there now!

Your pond is buried.

lt's a tennis court!

We're not talking about the same place.

You know we are,

whether you admit it or not.

Killing's all you got, isn't it?

What is it?

Something's wrong here.

God.

What kind of-

Who would do something like that?

l'd say the man you had

dead in your sights did this.

You don't know it was el Cirujano.

ProbabIy Alvarez's men. They probably

found out what the priest was doing.

He must have told them everything.

They're going to be waiting for us.

Maybe.

But if he told them everything,

why didn't they hit us here?

The hacienda's only three clicks away.

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