The Last Rites of Ransom Pride Page #2

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I don't like the looks of him.

No, neither do I.

Son of a b*tch is uglier

than a three-peckered goat.

But he don't mind

getting his hands bloody

when a man needs killing.

Or a woman.

A half-breed b*tch

name of Juliette Flowers

took my boy to Mexico.

I-I know her.

I know who that is.

That's that

Juliette Flowers.

She-she-she's that girl

This is kin to you?

I don't care

what you do to her.

hell, you can stammer her

to death if you want.

But you just make sure

she ain't breathing

when you finish.

Now, get away from me.

I heard

he was barely 15 years old

when he and my uncle rode

into Northfield with McCluskey.

- What, you heard?

- Yeah.

Hell, me and Early was barely

weaned from the tit

when we got recruited

by Quantrill.

Back then, Shepherd,

he seemed like a man,

but looking at it now, hell,

he wasn't much more

than a boy himself.

Well, we killed every man,

and we killed every chlid,

and we killed

every goddamn dog,

and we rode all the women.

And when they

couldn't ride no more,

we killed them.

Reverend's gonna ride down

on us like some kind of hell.

He'll put a strap to me,

but he'll kill you.

I doubt it.

It felt like

he always hated me.

'Cause of your mama?

It was like I was to blame.

Ransom said

it wasn't my fault.

The old man

would get whiskey-ed up

and start cussin' me.

Ransom would never let him

lay a hand on me.

After he'd pass out,

Ransom would always say,

''It ain't your fault.''

Somebody here to see you.

Have 'em wait.

I'm doing this.

You'll want

to hear this.

Now.

Yeah?

This man tells me that...

Ransom killed a priest

before he died.

What?

That priest

was the younger brother

of a woman they call

Maria la Morena.

She kept Ransom's body

in recompense.

Apparently,

Juliette Flowers

aims to swap out your live boy

for the dead one.

Buenos dias, nia.

She's deaf.

She's pretty too.

Dice que es bonita tambin.

I'll bet

you didn't know,

first time they laid eyes

on each other,

when Ransom got throwed

in the same Mexican jall

where they was holding

Juliette Flowers.

They was fixing

to hang her

for gut-stabbing that man

beat that whore

to death in Juarez.

And Ransom,

Well, he got arrested

for being drunk

and pissing

on the statue of some saint.

Hey, when we catch her,

don't kill her right away.

Make sure she can't hurt us,

but don't kill her right away.

Just...just tie her up.

Tie her up

so she can't do nothing.

Why weren't you with him?

What the hell of a difference

does that make?

He was gonna come back

for you, you know.

Yeah, well, he never did.

He's supposed to be

looking out for me.

Instead, he was running

around Mexico with you.

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