The Hunting Party Page #5

He owns the biggest bank

in New Orleans, half of Louisiana...

He's not

some goddamn hired hand!

You ready?

I told you to do the right thing.

Get some help out here.

You ready, Buford?

Get on your horse, Buford.

Leave him alone.

He's got a family.

For God's sakes...

we both have!

I'm sorry about Melissa.

But that's no reason to run

around this country like crazy people.

It might make more sense,

Brandt, if we just...

You bastards!

- I'll need a skinnier knife.

- Hell, Frank. Leave it in.

A real skinny knife.

Charlie Ferguson had a piece of lead

in him for 20 years. Never hurt him any.

Doc, how do you say knife?

Skinny knife.

Otra navaja.

I don't want you

pokin' around in there, Frank.

Hell, I ain't dead yet,

God damn it.

Hold still, Doc.

I nearly had it.

I don't want you

messin' around with my guts!

Yeah? Well,

you're not drunk enough yet.

Hog, where you goin'?

Come back inside.

I'm gonna get me a woman.

They're all hid up.

Come on back.

Well, I'll just dig me one up

'cause I need it!

Don't you like that old guitar music?

Come on! Let's get on back.

Sh*t! You'd think a town this size

would have some whores.

Hey! I gotta have me a woman!

Whore!

You're supposed to be

my goddamn friend and...

You're cuttin' my goddamn liver out!

Hold still or I'm

gonna tear something.

Oh, Frank,

just leave the goddamn...

Almost had it.

Well...

Oh, no!

Sh*t. Hold it!

Ain't you a pretty little thing?

Yeah... oh, yeah.

Get right up there.

You're gonna like this.

Yes, sir.

Come on, now.

Don't be like that!

- Look what I got for you!

- Frank!

- Come on out of there!

- Frank!

Cut out that goddamn screaming!

- Frank!

- Come out of there!

Get... get over here!

Now, God damn it,

we're gonna...

Oh, sh*t, Frank.

You bastard!

Oh, you bastard!

Bastard!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Frank?

Where will we go?

California, maybe.

Frank?

What's gonna happen to us?

Oh... you know somethin'?

I might end up

one of the biggest ranchers

out of Lincoln county.

And...

And I might even learn

to teach at school myself.

Why don't you teach people

not to steal... other people?

You know, back there someplace,

I thought maybe...

...I could have something

to tie onto.

And...

And aim for something a little better

than what there was.

And so, for a start,

I decided...

...I was gonna learn to read.

You smell like a horse.

I'm Brandt Ruger.

The woman's husband.

Brandt Ruger.

She's a...

...hell of a woman.

Which way are they heading?

Frank sure...

picked a good looker for hisself.

Are they going through Mesa

or toward the valley?

I Believe...

Mesa.

Mesa.

He's gettin' at it real good.

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