The Last Ride Page #4

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Swing low, chariot

Stop and let me ride

Rock me, Lord Rock me,

Lord Calm and easy

Whoa!

Careful with his guitar.

You are new, aren't you?

Mr. Wells is

a regular, huh?

Yeah.

Mr. Wells is an ol' favorite.

I better take this.

I got a home on the other side

They only had one room left.

Well, I can just

sleep in the car.

What, and freeze to death?

You that scared of me

already, boy?

Merry Christmas, slick.

Thank you, sir.

You know, it's always

good to see you.

I bet it is.

Bartenders, bellboys and cops,

you take care of them,

they take care of you.

I gotta make me

a telephone call.

Yes, sir.

I'll meet you

downstairs at the bar.

Mr. Wells, sir...

Wait. Let me guess.

OI' Snake Belly told you

I wasn't supposed to drink

any whiskey now, didn't he?

He said I don't get paid

if you show up drunk.

Boy, who do you think

is paying you?

Fire that weasel-eyed

thief anyway.

Yes, operator, I'm still here.

The call has been refused.

What do you mean, refused?

The party will not accept the charges.

He does not know a Mr. Combs.

Oh.

Can you try again

with the name Mr. Wells?

That's my employer.

That's who I'm calling for.

Hello.

OPERATOR'. Sorry to

bother you again.

Person to person collect call

for Mr. O'Keefe from Mr. Wells.

Will you accept the charges?

Yeah, I'll accept.

Where are you, boy?

And where'd you come up with a

doofus name like Silas Combs?

Is this Mr. O'Keefe?

Who is this?

This is Silas Combs. My

instructions were to call you.

Where's Stan?

I don't think I know Stan.

He's a tall guy. Mr. Wells

calls him Snake Belly.

Oh, yes. That's who

gave me the job.

Why aren't you calling him?

Well, this is

the number he gave me.

I thought you were

Mr. Wells' business manager.

No, I'm not his business manager.

Where are you?

Chattanooga.

Chattanooga? Is that all?

Yeah, we got a late start. And

then the weather turned bad on us.

Is he drinking?

No. No, sir.

Yeah, right.

You may have noticed Mr. Wells

will take a drink of whiskey.

Yes, sir, I have noticed that.

Look, it is very important that you

get him to Charleston tomorrow

and that you

get him there sober.

Are you listening to me?

Now, there are a lot

of people, mainly him,

who are counting on you.

This is your one and only job.

I'll do my best, sir.

All right. Call me in the morning.

I wanna know when you leave.

Okay-

I'm expecting somebody.

A doctor.

Need me a shot of B12.

Work like a charm.

What're you drinking, Sorbonne?

Nothing, thanks.

I asked you what

you were drinking.

Beer, I guess.

Is that that country singer?

Yeah, I think it is.

I do love a road trip.

Hey, how old are you?

Nineteen.

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