Southern Comfort Page #4

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F*** you, Spencer.

What the f*** you know?

I know there's a big fireball in the

sky that usually rises in the east

and we're walking right into it.

- You gotta go east to go north.

- Yeah, right.

Who wants to run that by me one

more time? We got to go where?

Can somebody figure out where

the hell we're goin' and do it quick?

Hardin, shut up.

It's my responsibility and

we're goin' east to get north.

Go ahead and do

what you want, zip.

Exactly what the hell

I'm gonna do, Spencer.

Now let's move your asses.

Come on.

Turkey.

Turkey meat, turkey skin,

cracker meal, turkey fat, salt.

Smokes made it through

the water, huh?

Yeah, I saved a pack. Lucky, huh?

Maybe it's about time

we divide up the bullets.

- What bullets?

- Reece has got some ammos.

He always brings some along just

in case he runs into any big game.

Back at bivouac he was showing off

a box full of 556$.

Hey, what the hell is this

anyway, man?

Some kind of military secret

or something?

No way.

I brought along one box of shells

for my own use.

Right now I'm locked and

loaded down

in case I meet up with them

sons of b*tches that shot Poole.

Let me see your weapon, Reece.

You just stay on back.

You give me the ammo. We're going

to divide them up evenly.

- We'll share 'em.

- Bullshit.

It's mine and that's it.

It's not right, Reece. Give him

the bullets. It's a military situation.

I'm giving you a direct order, Reece.

You give them to me.

You come one step closer, Casper,

and I'll give you something else.

It's a court martial offence, man.

If you give me the ammo

we'll drop it right here.

Otherwise I'm going to

turn your ass in.

I don't give a sh*t what you s...

Quit f***ing around and

give him your rifle.

Now.

I'll take Hardin's and

give them to him.

Here's your ammo.

Blade to the throat, huh?

That how they do

these things in El Paso?

Yeah. That's how they do things

where I grew up.

Thought you were some kind

of chemical engineer.

I am and I'm out of the habit of

spending time

with a bunch of gun-toting rednecks.

Well, you know how it is.

Down here in Louisiana when we

don't carry guns we carry ropes.

RC Colas, MoonPies. We're not too

smart but we have a real good time.

What're you doin', Cribbs?

Say, man, I'm on sentry.

You wanna get some of this stuff?

How can you smoke that crap?

I ain't on your team, coach.

Goddamn right, you're not.

You couldn't make the squad.

That stuff kills your will to win.

How your boys do this year?

This was a rebuilding year.

We had injuries to key personnel.

We finished three and seven.

What do you do for a living anyway?

I pick up a little cash

pimping here and there

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