The Stakelander Page #3

I got your back, pappy.

I ain't going anywhere.

-I got your pappy swinging.

-I saw a willow tree

a little ways back.

Try to cut some bark,

maybe it'll help with your pain.

Okay.

Hey, girl.

I'm Mister.

Mister.

Your name is Lady.

Mister, Lady.

You understand?

-Well, now,

isn't this sweet?

-Move and you die, Hunter.

- I see you got yourself

a squaw doggie.

He's a little

old for you, no?

-Whoo.

-Oh!

-Ooh, I never had

a feral brat before.

--I bet you she bites.

You little b*tch!

Oh, now you're gonna pay.

-Drop it.

I said drop it

or meet Jesus.

--Martin!

No.

He's just a boy.

-You! Come here.

That's enough.

How many behind you?

-It's just us.

Me and the men you killed.

I'm not one of them.

I don't want to do

any of this.

I-- I really am not.

-You're wearing a robe.

-They made me.

Said they'd feed me

to the vamps.

I swear.

I'll do anything.

Please, I just don't

want to die.

-You better not

be lying boy...

because I'm in

a dick-shooting mood today.

-Yes, sir.

-Ten years ago,

you'd have shot him already.

I don't like it.

-You don't

have to like it.

-Over there.

Come on.

I want him closer.

Okay, here.

Here, here.

You, on the ground.

Hey, hey, on him.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the-- Hey!

You sure about that, boy?

-That's up to you.

Where'd you find

a holy roller?

-We killed two of 'em.

He surrendered.

-Why is he still alive?

-Because he wouldn't

let me kill him.

-What's with him?

-He's got a vamp claw

in his lung.

Now are you gonna shoot us

or are you gonna help us?

-What's his name?

-They call him Mister.

- Hey, whoa.

-It's Bat.

You son of a b*tch.

I thought you were dead.

-I look dead to you?

-Yeah, you look

a little dead.

How you doing,

old timer?

-You call me old timer again,

you're gonna find out.

-Oh, I know.

I'm so glad to see you.

Don't worry.

We'll get you fixed up.

There aren't a lot

of lockdowns left.

And the ones that

are still around,

they ain't places

you'd want to be.

There's still good out there.

I believe that.

But it always

finds you too late.

They had walls, weapons.

I should have been hopeful.

For the first time

in a long time,

something felt safe.

But I couldn't rest...

not while she was still

out there.

-We brought you

something to eat.

-Just push it back out

when you're done.

Oh, thank you.

Wait. What's your name?

-Billie.

-It's Billie?

-They named me

after my uncle.

-It's nice.

I like it.

I-- I'm Juda.

-I've got to go.

-It was nice to meet you.

-Bye.

-Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, girl.

He needs to rest now.

Hey, I'm Earl.

-How is he?

-He's...

Well, he's mostly

mean and ugly,

but I think

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