The Last Rites of Ransom Pride Page #4

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Huh?

Have you seen

Juliette Flowers?

Oh, you're a pretty girl.

Yeah, I know you have,

you little f***ing whore.

Huh?

You seen her,

you f***ing whore?

We don't have time

for you to go

wetting your pecker.

You gonna kill somebody,

you show some goddamn respect.

Put your little

pig sticker

back in your britches

and remount.

Remount.

Hang on, son.

- Hold still.

- What are you doing?

Here.

What the hell

are you doing?

His windpipe's

crushed.

Got to stick this tube

down his throat,

or he'll choke to death

on his own blood.

Hold his head.

Easy, son.

Hang on, son.

Hang on.

An hour southwest of here,

there's a man.

Now, he ain't exactly

a surgeon,

but he can keep

a rooster allve.

Son, you're gonna

be okay.

You're gonna be

just fine.

Now, I need you

to get to your feet.

Come on.

Let's stand.

Stand up.

Come on.

You can do it, son.

I'll get the horses.

What the hell you doing?

What the hell you want

with that for?

Because I want it.

And when we kill that whore,

I'm gonna cut

something off of her too.

Like hell you will.

He said kill her,

that's all.

Didn't say nothin'

about cutting her.

You want to make a black ass

fool out of yourself,

you go right ahead.

If you shame me,

I will kill you.

This ain't it,

but we got to chance it.

The boy's hurtin'.

We got a boy out here

tore up bad.

He's in a lot of pain.

We have something

for pain.

My name is Cerce.

And this

is my brother Solomon.

He's dying.

Now, do you mind

if I inquire

if y'all got

any particular destination,

or y'all just wanderin' around

out here?

- Tres Piedras.

Every equinox, we are obligated

to make a pilgrimage

to this festering parcel

of land,

where we perform

for illiterate imbeciles

and pathetic whores,

and they mock us.

Why?

Four 6s beats

Jacks over Queens.

You mean somebody won you

in a card game?

Maria la Morena.

There's a vicious,

hungry evil

feeding on Solomon's poor,

wretched bones.

He'll expire first.

Then I will pass away.

And in those last few moments

before I die...

For the first time

in my life,

I shall be alone.

After she died, something dark

and vicious come on him.

The old man, he just up

and cracked in two.

Son of a b*tch

used to take us

to this old prairie dog town

north of Glory

with a couple .22 rifles.

Now, I didn't mind killing

the little critters,

but Champ...

tore them up

something fierce.

Goddamn,

Champ could shoot.

Ahh.

So, uh,

what's it like?

What?

Mm, being a...

uh...

It's great.

What's it like

being a...

You ever been to Mardi Gras

down in New Orleans?

As a matter of fact,

I have.

- It's like that?

- Oh, yes.

I once ate p*ssy

standing up.

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