“Well, you just hold on there partner.”
“Why? Just why the hell should I?”
“I said you hold your britches.”
“For what?”
“You ain’t got no birthright says you can go on over there.”
“Birthright how?”
“I says, you can’t just narry however you swivel. You have to have a passport.”
“A pass of paper to go yonder?”
“That’s right. Nither me Somby’s got no business over in that direction.”
“Hell, I don’t.”
“What you mean? You think you are the caterpillar that would pick its self up by its boot straps and accomplish a thing?”
“I’ll bet I could tie you up real nice and fine and tape that pretty little mouth of yours shut and walk my ass right across yonder.”
“Well I’ll be damned. You do have some cahoots. Go ahead. Shove me to the side. Don’t bother me none.”
“I told you to come on ahead with me damnit.”
“I don’t want to. I don’t see the point.”
“What in the good god damned do you not see a point in?”
“Going over there. If you want to do it go ahead but I don’t see the point.”
“The point? Trapping a monkeys ass I can’t make no sense of you. You don’t have any morals. A complete lack of sensibilities. Don’t you lack to take some care and compassion for your fellow man?”
“I won’t do it. I think it is foolish for you to nary about an over yonder and that’s that.”
“Well I’m going.”
“Fine. Go ahead.”
As the character moves into the dirt beside the car door and takes a step towards jail and courthouse rock the other character unloads a pistol into his back side. After discharging the weapon he regards to himself that his companion should not have gone over yonder and muses what life could have been if he had not.
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