Me & the Devil Blues Volume 3 Chapter 16 - Page 73 - 16/If I Had Possession Over Judgment Day (2) - Page 74 - Farmers: Errrr, ahem... How you, ah, doin' in there, Mr. Sanders...? Truly... I, ah, have no words to describe what has happened to you, ah... Sanders: What do you want? What's it got to do with you, anyway? Leave me alone. - Page 75 - Sanders: The fuck do you farmers want with me, HUH?! Farmer: Ahhh, well... Since you seem to be, ah, perfect fine... I guess, ah, there was no use worrying... Ahhhhh... so, We were asked by the, ah, acting sheriff to ah, take a look at ya. He asked us to, ah, watch over ya... Sanders: WATCH? What kinda watchman needs a shovel? Why don't you go back to your farms and cowshit?! Farmer: Well, ah... Mr. Sanders, you're free to, ah, shout all you like... But you see, this is, ah... Prison guard and... prisoner. And bein' the, ah, prison guard... I have to say, I don't like that, ah, tone in your voice... Of course... you've only got until, ah, Sunday to live... But all the same, That's, ah, just not... - Page 76 - Farmer: THE WAY YOU SPEAK TO ME!! Sanders: Whoa...! Farmers: Pfft! Ehyahyahya!! You hear that?! "Whoa!" From ol' man Sanders!! You see him jump back?! Whatta fool! Sanders: (hff)(hff)(hf)(hf) You filthy, stinkin'... pigfuckin' sons of... - Page 77 - Sanders: Mmbf...! Urf! Farmers: Oh, pardon ME! How long you gonna play SHERIFF, locked up in that cell?! Huh?! You gonna PAY for lookin' down on us farmers! Bernie: (ee)(ee) Farmer: Go on, speak up! Say something, huh?! Hahahahaha! - Page 78 - RJ: {These... these men... That... dog... It's them! They're the ones who attacked me!!} - Page 79 - McDonald: Now then... Allow me to show you to your room... Mr. Thornton. Clyde: Mr. McDonald, I don't know what to say. You've been too kind, truly... McDonald: Ha ha ha... Nothing to worry about. I've got so many rooms, I don't know what to do with them... Our town doesn't have much in the way of hotels. You can stay here until Sunday. Clyde: Thank you, sir. I'll take you up on that. - Pages 80 & 81 - - Page 82 - Clyde: Ooh? My, my... What a... splendid... sight... McDonald: No, it's nothing but an old man's leisurely collection... I used to collect art! But with my failing eyesight... It seems that my interests have turned to sculptures, things that I can enjoy with my hands... And now I've accumulated a few of them. Clyde: {He's right... Not a single painting... Usually rich folks gotta put paintings everywhere to show off their money...} - Page 83 - - Page 84 - McDonald: These... three paintings... are a special exception. Portraits of my family... These, I left here. Clyde: Family...? Just... just three people? In your family? Only three people own all this land and this fantastic mansion...? McDonald: ...No... Only one... Clyde: What? - Page 85 - McDonald: The other two, aside from me... Have both passed on. Farmers: Hya hya hya! What's wrong, Sanders?! You ain't gonna give any abuse back?! Now now, y'can't hide in the corner from us! We c'n still reach ya!! ...wait... Huh? WHAT?! - Page 86 - Farmer: Oh... Rolan: (roll)(roll) Farmer: Well, ah... if it isn't, ah... Sheriff-Elect Rolan... A, ah, pleasure to see you, sir... Rolan: (flik) Farmer: Why... Heh heh... - Page 87 - Sanders: ROLAN, YOU CHEATIN' PRICK...!! YOU LYING, BACKSTABBING... SON OF A TWO-PENNY WHORE!! Rolan: (roll)(roll) Dog: (huf)(huf) Sanders: I'm not gonna let you get away with this!! C'mon! Get over here and fight me like a man!! Rolan: (flick) Farmer: Now, ah, you shut your mouth, Sanders! A p-prisoner don't talk to, ah, the sheriff-elect that way... Rolan: ...hey. Farmer: Huh...?! - Page 88 - Rolan: There's one thing I forget to say. (plunk) Put out your right hand. - Page 89 - Farmer: My... God. ...? What the... hell? Rolan: (roll)(roll) You brought this negro in. Didn't you notice it then? Farmers: Err... Ah, no? We, ah... We's sorry, sir... Rolan: Never mind. Five fingers. - Page 90 - Rolan: There are no more than FIVE fingers on his right hand! This is what Mr. McDonald has decreed... Understand?! Farmer: ...S-Sir. Bernie: Wh... wh... why you... why you gotta keep LYIN'...? A-A-Any... anyone... Anyone can see 10... 10 fingers!! He... He admitted it... Y'all were s-shocked too, weren't... you? Farmer: Welllll, ah, all I see is, ah, five fingers. Me too... Besides, who cares about the number of fingers?! This nigger's killed a white man!! - Page 91 - McDonald: The portrait to the right of mine is of my younger sister. She was called to Heaven many years ago. The man on the left is her husband. And tragically enough... He was recently murdered... By a no-good, bloodthirsty, immoral vagrant negro. Clyde: {RJ killed this man...?} RJ: {I killed someone?!} - Page 92 - McDonald: But thank Heaven for small mercies; the killer was witnessed at the scene of the crime. And so we were lucky enough to apprehend him... But so long as we let these lawless niggers wander around free, these crimes will continue... To criminals, the crime is a source of joy, to the victims' families, a source of endless pain... This would never have happened in the days of slavery. Clyde: {Hmmm... LORDY, this place is huge...} McDonald: Must take pains to protect the order of the town... Clyde: {Ain't it kinda DARK up here...?} - Page 93 - Rolan: I'll leave the rest to you. Take breaks in shifts. Farmers: Thank you sir, sheriff-elect, sir... Yes sir... RJ: {...killed...} Conners: Wait a minute, Rolan! Help me! You gotta have mercy!! I'm the victim here! I had no choice but to drink! Didn't I?! Didn't I, Rolan?! RJ: {I killed someone?! A white man?! ME?!} Rolan: ...a word of consideration to all prisoners... If your guards give you any unnecessarily cruel treatment... Just tell me as soon as you can. If your claims are true, I will see to it that they are punished accordingly. - Page 94 - Sanders: Save your sanctimonious bullshit for later, Rolan!! You just stood by and watched them kickin' the shit outta ME, didn't ya?! Rolan: ...if the prisoners were punished in the absence of rowdy or disruptive behavior, that would be a problem... So what was it? Meaningless violence, or maintaining order? Farmer: Er, well... Order... Order, maintaining order, sir! S... Sanders, here was, ah, squallin' fit to kill... We, ah, had to shut him up... Ha ha ha... Rolan: Then I have no problem with it... That is all! (step) Sanders: Rolan... Rolan! Get back here! Come back, you son of a bitch!! I oughta kill ya! - Page 95 - Farmer: You shut up, Sanders! Sanders: Agh... I'll kill YOU fir... rggh! Farmer: Quiet down!! Sanders: That... HURT! You shit-stinkin' whoreson!! Farmer: Hey... you... you let go!! Sanders: Like hell I will, pigfucker!! RJ: {...I didn't do nothin'! I didn't kill nobody!!} Bernie: ...why... why's everybody... gotta... lie all the time... - Page 96 - Farmer: Let... go... of... Sanders: Hmph... Fine then! Farmer: Uh... Whuh... DAAGH...! Krr... RJ: ... Did... n't... kill... no... Farmer: Did you... just... LAUGH...?! - Page 97 - RJ: Huh? What... me? No... I didn't do noth... Farmer: You shut up, nigger! Don't you talk back to me!! Someone get me the key!! I'm 'onna teach this fresh nigger a lesson!! McDonald: You have yourself a good night, Mr. Thornton... Clyde: Good night, Mr. McDonald. - Page 98 - Clyde: ...whew. (tug) RJ: MMBF! Farmer: HMPH!! Take THAT, you murderin' savage! Bernie: Eek... RJ: No... I didn't... Farmer: Don't you try to LIE your way outta this!! We've got eyewitnesses!! You're as good as dead! RJ: {What?!} - Page 99 - Farmer: I saw it happen wi' my own eyes! I saw a guitar-carryin' nigger runnin' away from the spot where Mr. McDonald's brother-in-law was murdered!! RJ: {... ...OH!! Was THAT it?! That's right, the dog was there... And then they... Dammit, NOW I get it!! THEY SAW ME!!} - Page 100 - Clyde: {What was that with RJ's hand?! When was it like that... always? But... no... He was playin' guitar in front of folks before... Hmm? You know... I think I remember him actin' funny after a time... But... how does a man's hand turn into something like that...} Huh? - Page 101 - Clyde: {Oh, it must be his brother-in-law...} (flip) - Page 102 - Clyde: {That old man...!! Was that HIM...?} RJ: {NO!! I didn't do it. He was dead to begin with!! All I stole off him was a tiny bit o' pocket change. ...that's all! I didn't take his LIFE... I would NEVER!! But I know who DID...} - Page 103 - Clyde: {That car... that face... It's him!! This was the man... the one who wouldn't give up the damn car!!} Dear... God... RJ: {Clyde!! Clyde did him in!! He told me himself that he knocked the man off the car while he was driving!} Clyde: (thunk) RJ: {Damn it! ...why... why do I have to suffer... because of... HIM...} - Page 104 - RJ: I... Didn't... do... it... Clyde: ...I did it... {Shit!} (thud) {I... I didn't MEAN to kill the old sap... he just up and DIED...! God damn it all!! I feel sick...} - Page 105 - Clyde: {...this means... The old man I killed, for some reason I don't understand, has been blamed on RJ. They all think he did it... Unless he was still alive after he fell from the car... And RJ really DID kill him, for money or something... Nah... He doesn't have the balls to do somethin' like that...} - Page 106 - Clyde: {Another reason to rescue him.} - Page 107 - RJ: Cl... y. Cly... de... Next... time... I... see... your... face... I'm gon'... KILL... you... sonuva... bitch... - Page 108 - - Chapter 16 End -