Wolves Page #4

- Oh! Well, no...

Actually, it means wolf-like.

- What's the difference?

- I don't know.

Mm...

- I am not going to do any killing.

- You will not defend yourself?

- Oh, I'll shoot if I have to.

But I'll shoot to wound, not to kill.

Tonight at 11 .

After the discovery of two mutilated

members of a Colorado biker gang

bearing a grisly similarity

to the Cannibal Kid murders,

a frightened nation is asking

where is Cayden...

- Um...

I'm gonna go into town.

- Well, I can see why that would

require you to turn off the TV.

I just, uh...

...thought I'd let you know.

Hey, Cayden.

Your name's Cayden Slaughter, right?

- No, it's...

Who are you?

- I'm Carter Wills.

I'd be your...

your second cousin, I guess.

- My what?

- Listen,

the others might be too afraid to say it,

but you have to haul ass

on out of town, kid,

or you're gonna get us all killed.

- I think you think I'm somebody else.

- No, you think you're somebody else.

And, listen, he doesn't know

who you are yet.

Only a few of us do.

But you think he's not gonna find out?

And when he does...

- Who's gonna find out what'?

What are you talking about?

- You really don't know sh*t, do you?

It's Connor, man!

F***ing County Police

don't even come up here anymore.

He decides who lives and who dies.

Yeah, he kicked my own f***in'

brother out of town...

Oh, God...

Jesus...

Get the f*** out of here, kid, please.

Excuse me.

- What? I'm allowed

to have one of these, you know.

- I'm part owner here.

- Stop drinking all our beer, Gail!

- I don't even know what

you're talking about. I don't even know.

- Could I... just... get one of those?

- There you go.

- So, back again.

- Well, it is the only bar in town.

- And how do you find

our little town so far?

- Strange.

Like it's got secrets.

- Hey! Judgy!

How about next time I tell you

when you had... I've had enough?

Okay?

- Okay

- Okay-

- Is she going to be okay?

- Yeah. As okay as she gets.

- How does she keep her job?

- It's tough to fire your own sister.

- Oh, so you really do own this place?

What are you, some kind

of small-town princess or something?

- Small-town heiress, actually.

Both our parents are dead.

- Oh... I'm...

I'm sorry.

Both of my parents are... dead... as well.

- Well, then...

A tribute to orphans.

Hey, buddy.

- So...

what's up, fellas?

- Saw you talking to the kid, Carter.

- What kid?

- The one Tollerman's

been keeping out on his farm.

- Oh, yeah. That a**hole.

- What did you tell him, exactly?

- Tell him? Nothing.

Well, just to get the f*** out of town,

you know. Hit the road.

- Why's that?

- 'Cause I saw him

sniffing around Angelina.

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