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September 30th Byline Tom Corman

When I was in journalism school, I

was taught to be prepared for anything out of the ordinary.

And when I took the position on this small -town newspaper, all I expected

the ordinary.

Outside of a few wildlife arrests,

and local drunken rowdiness, nothing much ever happened here to write about.

That was before strange things started occurring in this sleepy little town.

And now, nothing will ever be the same again.

Yes, Mr.

Griffith. Can we put our backs into it, Miss Griffith?

We are doing our best.

You must be patient.

Patience is a virtue, Miss Griffith, but it won't keep the sun from rising.

We've much to do before we rest, and we've all got to get it all done before

daybreak.

May I venture an opinion, Mr. Griffith?

You may, Miss Griffith, but I counsel you to conserve your breath for more

fruitful endeavors.

Well, my opinion, Mr. Griffith, is this.

We're on a fool's mission.

There ain't no gators in the swamp. There ain't been for months.

I know this is so, but no one, including those of us who look for them, ain't

seen one since September.

Your reasoning, Mrs. Griffith, is both childish and unscientific.

When one no longer sees gators, well, once there were many, it means one of

things.

One, the gators have all moved.

which is highly unlikely, for such a migration would have been noticed.

The other is that they all died and their carcasses sank to the bottom.

You know, when a gator dies, it just doesn't up and blow away like an old

dandelion. Leave its skin behind.

Now, this place we're going to was teeming with gators less than a year

Therefore, reasonable to assume that that's where we'll find the mother lode.

Well, I don't see what would make so many gators die all at once.

Pollution, my dear.

Disease, starvation, old age, any number of causes.

Okay.

Kindly stop the boat here, Miss Griffith.

Time for me to go to work.

May I have the gun, please, Miss Griffith?

For what we're about to receive, may the good Lord make us truly grateful.

Observe.

There.

Miss Griffith, if you please.

Are you sure it's dead?

Cold. In the cold light of science, my pet assures me there can be no other

Kind of strange,

Mr. Griffith.

Say again, Miss Griffith?

Miss Griffith?

Miss Griffith?

Miss Griffith!

So anyway, I said to him, I said, I don't know how boring you are. And he

no.

It's a ridiculous story. Okay, everybody up against the wall.

All right, we know it's no use, warden. We surrender.

What are we surrendering for this time? For killing a damn good story, that's

what. Oh, really? And what story was that? The one about the 18 -pound

caught at Black Hammock. Huh?

I'm sorry. He brought the pictures in, but I filed them and forgot about them.

Where did they file them? I, for implausible. Here they are.

Never seen a bass like that before. Are you sure that's what it is? Am I a game

warden or not? Of course I'm sure.

Yeah, but look closely. Now, you see these lines here and here?

That's the early development stage. Now, a bass loses those lines when it

reaches the adult stage, but this bass is a whopper. Well, you're right there.

But, you know, this may be the biggest baby bass ever caught.

But what would make a baby bass grow like that so fast?

Well, I don't know, but I think Miller here is under arrest. Isn't there a law

about keeping baby fish?

Sure there is, but not when the baby fish is this size, Doc.

Hey, maybe that's the monster everybody's been talking about.

That thing?

Or it's Mama.

Listen, I'm going over to Klauska. Do you want to go with me? Why would I?

We're going to play poker tonight.

I think I'll pass.

Okay, I'll tell Tom you said hello. Tom, I thought he was working tonight. Yeah,

he is. He's working with Klauska in that bridge thing.

Good luck to him. Afraid so.

Have a good game. Okay, you bet. Good night. So, anyway, I said to him, I'm

telling this long, ridiculous story about the collar, you know, and so I

over and five minutes later...

I'll take three.

Then you don't think, Sheriff, that the MacGuffin Bridge should be rebuilt at

all, do you?

What I think, son... Whoa, man, three bullets.

Damn, that puts me out.

What I think, son, is none of your concern.

Or my papers.

That's right, or your papers.

But, Sheriff, the people have a right to know.

Let me tell you something, son. Would you shuffle those?

Let me tell you who.

I haven't given very much thought to the bridge lately.

You mean you haven't given much thought to anything?

And when I do, I'll let you know, okay?

Now, you want to get there? You want to get even?

Yeah, damn right.

Shuffle the cards. Shuffle the cards.

Wait a minute.

It's only old Griffith.

Old Griffith.

Come to turn yourself in, huh?

Oh, God, Chef. Oh, my God.

Sheriff, he seems a little upset.

Yeah, upset. Probably bad conscious.

What's wrong, Mr. Griffith?

Mrs. Griffith. My Margaret.

Oh, it was terrible.

What's the matter? What's the matter there, Griff?

One of them gators chomping your old woman, huh?

Yeah, it was an old gator. Something got her out there. But it wasn't an old

gator. Oh, maybe.

Gators in them swamps. The gators, Sheriff.

Of course there's gators. Probably asleep hibernating. You know, if there's

gator out there, old Griff will sure find him now.

What was it, Mr. Griffith? I never seen nothing like it before in my life. Some

rotten monster.

You dreaming again there, Griff?

Well, maybe so.

But ever since that big houseboat sank in the swamp, well, nothing's been the

same around here since.

And now I'm on Margaret.

Where was this?

Way out there, where all them gators used to be. Well, look, I'll take you

to Doc Ellaby's house. He'll fix you up with a sedative, and after a good

night's sleep, maybe you can give me some directions or a map. No, but...

Believe me, you don't want to go out there. Don't worry.

It'll be broad daylight.

I've got to check into this. Now let's go.

What a rematch.

Huh?

Come on, baby.

Huh?

Huh?

Huh?

Huh?

Well, I'm sorry.

You ought to be creeping up on people like that. Hey, I didn't mean to scare

you. Hey, uh, do you think you could possibly help me get out of this mess?

Walk on out where it's firmer.

I'm afraid I can't. My shoes are stuck.

Well, you just have to leave them.

In this muck? I just bought them.

I suppose we could get a helicopter to fly in and carry you out. Very funny.

What's so funny?

You, you look funny in those socks.

Hey, wait a minute. Just who are you, anyway?

My name's Shawn Michaels, and my pep is Emmett Michaels.

Old Emmett Michaels? That's right, and he'll shoot you like a hound if you so

much lay a hand on me. Please, I'm Tom Corman. I'm with the local newspaper.

So what?

Well, I'd like to talk to your father and ask him a few questions, if that's

okay with you.

I don't mind, but Pepe might shoot you. Why? I haven't touched you.

I know that, but if there's one thing my Pepe don't hold too much story, it's

that newspaper of yours.

Is it because we expose poachers and other abusers of wildlife?

Nope. It's because my Pepe can't read.

Can you read, John?

I can read what's on your mind, and if I had a gun, I'd shoot you, too. Well,

look, I'd like to talk to him and see if he knows anything about the houseboat

or some of the other strange things that have been happening here.

Okay, that's the house.

Hey, Pappy, I'm home.

Who's that with you?

I'm Tom Corman, sir. I'm with a local newspaper.

He wants to ask you some questions.

You always walk around in the swamp in your stocking feet?

I'd like to ask you a few questions, Mr. Michaels.

I guess you want to know about the big one.

Well, I'm... Everybody's always wanting to know about the big one.

You know what I tell them? No, sir.

I tell them Eddie Rickenbacker was a son of a bitch and you ought to mind your

own damn business.

Actually, I'm looking for Margaret Griffith.

That's what they all say.

It is?

Damn right it is.

I didn't know then and I don't know now.

Sir, she just disappeared last night.

If there's a live gator in that swamp out there, he's at her. The way she used

to whomp on them.

Then they are poachers.

Well, if you call never catching nothing poaching, I guess they are.

So, what happens to all the other gators? That swamp used to be half deep

gators.

If you'll stay for supper, I might just be of mind to tell you.

Why don't you stay for supper? I got something special planned.

Well?

Um, I... Sure, I'd be delighted.

I've lived down in this swamp all my life.

About 80 years.

And I've seen some things that just curl your hair.

Then what do you think happened to the alligators?

That goes back to the big one.

I chased Eddie Rickenbacker out in the swamp, and we had a big dog fight right

near here.

Eddie crashed his plane, choked full of vials of secret germ warfare material.

But they didn't even have germ warfare until World War II.

I know that.

That's because I shot Eddie down in the big one.

This germ stuff mutated the possums until they grew real huge.

The Indians call them possotex.

Possotex?

Loosely translated, means a giant possum, I reckon.

Hell, what do you think I am, an Indian expert?

Mr. Michael, there haven't been any Indians in these parts in hundreds of

I know that.

There hadn't been any gators either.

Possums eat them up, best that I can tell.

That's totally absurd.

That's what I used to say.

Well, what do you say now?

I say it's silly. I don't like big words.

This conversation is getting us nowhere.

By the way, Sean, dinner's really good. What is it?

Pot them.

Hate them.

Hate them. What?

Uh, I'd like to go for a walk now.

Wait till I get my pack.

Don't bother, Pappy. I'll go with him.

Are you ready to go? Hell no, I ain't ready to go.

You've already lost five games.

I know that, but I've got to win my money back. Besides, Joe and I are going

hunting for that big gator later on.

But it's getting dark.

Well, ain't no better time to hunt gators than when it's dark.

If you're lucky, you're going to end up backfiring into your ugly face.

Listen, woman, I don't need you to tell me when I go hunt gators and when I can.

But I am not about to walk home in the dark by myself.

Well, I'll be out in that swamp, have that gator in my boat, and that money in

my pocket before you can get your little butt moved off that stool.

But it's dark.

Well, you can just wait for me right here. And you can just kick my ass.

Go on, see if I care.

um

I really wish I could find out what happened to old Margaret Griffith.

But Daddy already told you.

Well, you don't believe in that giant possum stuff, do you?

Don't you?

Of course not. Besides, if one possum grew big, they'd all grow big.

Maybe so, but I try not to think on it too much myself.

What do you think about, Sean?

I don't know. Growing up, getting out of the swamp, eating hamburgers, stuff

like that.

That's really nice. But do you know what I'm thinking of?

I already know what you're thinking of. Oh, really?

Oh, yeah.

Listen. Oh, it's probably just some gator.

Or a piscota.

Not that off. It's probably just some big gator. But let's check it out

Listen, if it's for Sochek, I'll eat my hat.

Well, I don't see anything.

Hold on. I'll rouse him up.

I'm going to tell you something, Coleman. This better be important now.

It is, Sheriff. We found Mrs. Griffith.

Yeah? That's right, Sheriff. On the swamp.

On the swamp, eh?

That ain't Mrs. Griffith. It's not?

Of course it's not. It's a redhead. Mrs. Griffith is a blonde.

Hey, Bernie.

That looks like blood to me.

Yeah, it could be.

Maybe there's this Grip's old wife.

Hey, should I, uh, round him up for questioning?

Yeah, I guess you better.

Sheriff, have you got any idea what made those marks on her body?

What do you think I look like now?

What do you think I look like, Norman? Of course I don't know.

Well, it could be murder one.

Well, I guess we've got a big day ahead of us then tomorrow.

What do you mean we've got a big day tomorrow?

Well, we're going to investigate the swamp, aren't we?

I don't see why.

Well, I'll tell you what, Sheriff.

I'm going to investigate the swamp.

Feeling any better, Griff?

You know, we found your old lady.

Well, that young newspaper reporter and him and Mike's daughter, they found her.

Found her down in the old stomping grounds.

Was she... Was she dead or that mother's dead or nothing, Griff?

I don't understand.

Could have done some horrible thing.

I'm just kind of hoping you could tell us.

You don't think that I don't think so, but the chief wants me to bring you in

anyway. I'll tell you one thing, though, Griff.

Her face looked like a plate of corned beef and cabbage.

Hey, Griff, you want to get a bite to eat?

I hear they're running a good spaghetti special.

Sure. Hey, you take your time now.

I ain't no hurry.

Don't cry.

We can go back today.

Jimmy.

Come here. I got something for you.

What do you do that for, woman?

Jimmy, you get over there. That one pile of cut that one right this minute.

Well, I'm going. Next time it's going to be yours. I'm going.

Well, you sure do have a way with words, Amy Lou.

I think you graduated from high school, didn't I?

You know, folks say you and I make a nice pair.

A pair of what?

A pair of collegiate.

Shut up, Campbell.

You gonna buy anything or not?

Here

you

go, honey.

Drinks are on me.

What?

Drinks are on me.

Why, thank you, honey.

What are you guys laughing about?

As you were.

I really don't know what we're doing out here. I don't even know what we're

looking for.

The more I'm out here, the more I'm convinced there's just nothing to see.

Let's not look, then.

Let me glance around some more, okay?

You know, there's nothing moving anywhere out here.

Yeah, you're right. It's awfully quiet out here.

What was that?

Probably just a fish jumping.

Yeah.

What was that?

Maybe the gators are back.

Tom! Ann, I'm going to check this out.

Careful. Remember what happened to you last time you did that. Shit.

Tom! Get the hell out of here. Get that anchor up.

Come on!

Oh, what was that? I don't know. Shit.

Did you see that?

I sure did.

Was it what I think it was?

I don't know, but the chances are pretty good.

God damn, there's that schmuck Kowalski up there.

I just thought you folks would like to know.

Griffith case is solved.

It is?

Well, we sure do appreciate you coming out here on our behalf, Sheriff.

What do you think happened?

Well, old Doc Ellaby got to looking at poor Mrs. Griffith there, and he thought

the wounds were made by some kind of animal.

Did he know what kind?

Yeah, no. You know, old Doc Ellaby couldn't make head nor tail.

It seems obvious to us.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. A renegated gator.

A renegator.

Will you shut up, Campbell? Just be quiet.

Look, Sheriff, it couldn't possibly be an alligator.

Well, what the hell do you think it is, boy?

Passhole tech?

Sheriff, it couldn't possibly be an alligator. The idea of this alligator

is totally ridiculous.

Uh -huh. You and the doc both.

I must be right.

Look, Kowalski, we saw them.

So what? The things that killed Mrs. Griffith. Uh -huh.

What things?

Well, they were people, things. I don't know. We only saw them for a second. Uh

-huh. That's right. They tried to overturn the boat.

Did you see those monsters, Sean?

Sure did.

I think.

Now, you mean to tell me that Margaret Griffith was killed by those...

Monsters that only you saw?

They also killed off all the alligators in the swamp.

Oh, come on now.

And the Indians.

And the Indians.

Let's go, Campbell.

Oh, by the way, I just put a bounty on that there gator in case you all was

interested in some honest money.

Sheriff, are you nuts?

You'll have a swamp full of hicks out here shooting at each other if you do

that. Shooting at each other? Let me tell you something, boy.

Better shooting out here in the swamp than in town there.

What do you want me to do, go out there and get bit by all them mosquitoes?

But Sheriff, you can't go up there and do that like you think. Do that like I

what? Good hunting. Goodbye.

Gwowski, you jerk!

Come on, Sean, forget it. Let's get this boat beached before the tide comes in.

Hey, you know, you're right.

I wonder if there's someplace we could take this stuff and find out what it is.

Do we have a biologist in town anywhere?

I guess the closest thing we'd have to a biologist would be Miller Hayes, the

game warden. Hey, you're right. Let's take this over to him, and he can maybe

tell us what it is, all right?

Look, look, look.

Hey, Miller, what you up to?

Oh, not much, Paisley. Just going to do a little fishing.

Oh, yeah? You got a license, Morton?

What are you guys up to?

Oh, we're going off to hunt that big gator.

Oh? Think you're going to catch him? Sure as shooting.

You know, I don't recall Isher and Crow going to license.

Oh, he ain't going to do no shooting, Morton. No?

No, he's just going to look.

Well, Paisley, you make sure that's all he does. And you guys be careful, you

hear? All right, Miller.

Come on, Crowman, let's go get that big cellar.

Hey,

Miller, says it's starting to rain out there.

Gordy, that's just a sun shower.

Should be over soon.

Yeah, probably.

What can I do for you?

How about some bait? Just a box will do. Okay, going fishing?

Might as well. There's not much else to do these days. Not going on the big

hunt? Oh, God.

Pretty sad, ain't it?

You know, Doc Gellerby is here when I have his hands full these next few days.

Seems to me like a game warden ought to protest a situation like that.

It's about all I can do is protest. That's just the kind of lip service

the extent of my office.

Gordy Kowalski never listens to me, never enforces any of my restrictions.

About the only thing I can do these days is fish and peer through my microscope.

I guess I feel retired.

What about Margaret Griffith? Do you think she really was killed by a gator?

Well, I didn't examine the body, but I'd be really surprised if it had been a

gator. For one thing, there hasn't been a gator in these parts in months.

But you know, that's beside the point.

Ellaby had some mighty weird things to say about that corpse.

Like what?

Gordy, can you keep something under your hat?

It's a pretty big hat.

Well, I don't know what can make of this, and neither does Ellaby.

But after he examined that body, he told me it was completely drained of...

Thank goodness you're here.

I thought you must be here. We saw your tackle loaded up outside.

Something I can do for you? We can look at what Sean has there.

What is it?

We were hoping you'd be able to tell us.

We think it has something to do with what killed Mrs.

Griffiths. Well, we can take it across to my place and have a look.

That's what we were hoping you'd say. Let's go.

Gordy, we might be able to clear up this thing.

You two come on and we'll just look into it.

See you later, Gordon.

Oh, thank you.

That old Miller Hayes, he's something, ain't he? That boy cracked me up. I

recall issuing Krelborn a hunting license.

Shit, that boy's a regular riot.

Everybody knows you can't hunt alligators even with a license.

Hell, that never stopped nobody.

Yeah, well, we're going to get us this one and collect that big reward for

ourselves. Hey, just you be careful now. Don't you go fuck it up. Me fuck it up?

You dumb oddity, I suppose you're going to blame me for lousing up that bounty

on that escaped convict who wanted to come down from Master County last year.

Hell, who are you calling an oddity? If you'd have been awake, you'd have shot

that boy and we wouldn't have had to be out here right now.

Shit, how does I suppose know he's dressed as a nun?

Hell, you dumb turd, anybody knows there ain't no nuns around this part of the

countryside.

He's wearing prison boots. They were sticking right out from underneath that

dress of his. Yeah, well, there's going to be a boot sticking out of something

else if you don't stop ribbing me and start looking for that renegade gator.

Hell, that Sheriff Kowalski, he don't know one gator from another. We'll just

shoot the first one that comes along.

You know, I hope one comes along real soon, because I've got a handkerchief

a cold six -pack.

Yeah, one old gator and a whip and a half steep in beer.

Slow that boat down, son. I think I see one.

Can I pull it?

It's what?

Well, Doc, I'll be telling you that Mrs. Griffin's body was completely drained

of blood.

But a body with wounds like that could easily be drained of blood.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

But the doc said the way the things were collapsed looked as if the blood was

all sucked out.

But these things look like people.

You know, I might be crazy for saying it, but I think you ought to pay a visit

to Mayhawk.

You mean that girl with the crazy story?

So what?

Remember, she tried to tell everyone that some strange thing fell from the

and hit that boat, but nobody believed it. I don't make the connection.

Oh, yeah.

But, you know, they never did find those dead people. That's the record.

Get over there.

You coming, Chuck?

I'm coming, but I don't like the mess you're getting me into.

Well, let's just hope we're wrong.

Sheriff, I'm here at the highway and the 17 bridge, and I believe I've found a

boat that belongs to Paisley and Crawford.

It appears that there is also blood on the seats.

You better get a hold of your deputy camel and send him out here to

this situation.

I'm 10 -8 on another call, so I can't be of any assistance here.

This is ID number one. Unit two, what is your 10 -20?

Come in, unit two. Give me your 10 -40. Throw in your 10 -20.

Where are you?

Sorry, Sheriff. I'm down here by the, uh, taking out the swamp.

Uh, I got a, uh, a suspicious character on the surveillance.

Ah, you don't get to get that surveillance, Campbell. I know you. Now,

yourself back here, you hear?

We're gonna get out to Highway 17. There's something funny going on out

3 -4 -1 -1 -2 -3!

Yes, Sam.

We don't mean no harm to you good people.

What you could be worth.

We just want your body.

We already have a man.

So if you will cooperate,

you'll be held.

Hard times, every one will come out of it.

But first you must let a little one dominate inside

your head.

Ah, yes, very pretty tune there from Paul Jones and Sugar Lee.

We're going to have another pretty tune there from those two fine young folks in

just a moment. It's 98 degrees here at WOMB, and I hope you're keeping it

country cool right along about now.

Amen, Doc.

This is Shawn Michaels, Emmett Michaels' daughter. Pleased to meet you.

What brings all of you out here today?

Just want to ask you that.

Well, as a matter of fact, I come out here every day. May's just had a

experience. She's still under a terrible strain.

You don't think it could have anything to do with what happened in the swamp,

you, Doc?

Not for me to determine, Mr. Corman. Then what, in your opinion, did cause

Well, whatever it was, it sure generated a lot of heat.

As to its origin... I know, I know. No comment.

Can we talk to her, see her, Doc?

I don't see why not.

Let's find out.

May?

It's Doc Ellaby.

Come on in, Doc.

Who's there with you?

A game warden, Miller Hayes, and some friends. They want to talk to you.

Miss Hawkins, I want to know what you saw that night in the swamp.

Why should you? Everybody laughs and thinks I'm crazy.

Just what did you see, Miss Hawkins?

I was cruising around with Bobby Phillips.

You know, just riding around.

And then he stopped the car.

I thank a million, million songs that I can sit and write.

Well, I finally thought of a good old song, and ain't it just about time?

Match on the gas, get off the line, got my grass on the line.

Rolling down the highway, mile after mile.

It's an estimation of speed, show some word down the line.

Well, the timing would be easier when you've got enough time.

Match on the gas, get off the line. I got the last song of mine.

Now sometimes I get carried away with them long, long roads.

With the decent streams by me, with the big old heavy loads.

Well, I finally thought of a good old song, and ain't it just about time?

Mash on the gas, get off the line, I got the grass on my mind.

Rolling down the highway, mile after mile.

It's the destination state show, somewhere down the line.

Well, the time would be easier when you've got enough time.

Mash on the gas, get off the line.

Rather than anything you've ever seen before.

How are you feeling now?

It keeps getting worse.

I'm sorry.

No, no, I think you'd better leave now.

Yeah. Well, thanks, Pop.

Thank you, Miss Hawkins.

You know, I think our worst fears have been realized.

That meteorite didn't kill those people. It turned them into a bunch of goddamn

monsters. And to think all those people are out there looking for an alligator.

Sam!

Where are you going?

Come on!

Girl, what you think you're doing in that water?

What do you mean?

Ain't you heard about that bloodthirsty alligator everybody hunting for?

Why, there ain't no gators out here no more.

That's what they used to say.

Sheriff says it's the right mean one.

Well, don't y 'all worry about me. Y 'all just don't shoot each other.

Let's go, Carl.

These women around here are crazy anyway.

That's why there ain't many of them around. I reckon.

Much bigger than I'd expected.

They were awful looking.

Mighty lucky you folks done along.

I shot them bastards twice before they got that girl, but it didn't do no good.

Girl? Do you know who it was?

Not really.

I was kind of surprised at seeing those things, whatever they were.

They were the ghouls, Peppy.

No ghouls. Yeah, the thing we got to do now is find out how to kill them. But

they're dead already, Miller.

Let's go get the sheriff. Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

You're right, Hayes.

That boy Kowalski is about as lazy a sheriff as we've ever seen. The point is

we've got to decide on a plan of action.

We can go on over to our place and work on it there.

Hey, good idea. As I recall, it's not too far from here. About a mile, I

You know, this is still crazy as hell. I mean, nobody would ever believe such a

story. I tried to tell everyone about letting them Yankees flood in here like

was the 4th of July.

Yeah, and they're sucking out people's blood, too. That's not the half of it.

just might prove to be even worse than we anticipated. What do you mean,

Well, providing it was a meteorite that revived them dead people, it could have

the same mutating effect on other forms of life.

Hell, maybe we just better make a beeline for Georgia and forget all about

fighting this thing out.

I don't think we've got much choice. Look up there.

Hey, that looks like Doc's car.

It is Doc's car. Hey, look on the side there.

Doc!

Boys, look here. It's Doc Ellaby. Alive?

Yeah, but he's hurt mighty bad.

Y 'all stay here.

Hey, Doc. Come on with me.

Oh, my God.

All right, I'll take by this one.

Look, we're safer right now, but I don't know how long.

Should have made that beam like for Georgia.

These witches aren't going to hold them up for very much longer.

They're just... They're just waiting. Just standing around.

What are we going to do?

Maybe we can make it to the car. No.

Look, I can hold them off with this while you all go out to the back. No,

Miller, it's too dangerous. We don't have any choice but to get the hell out

here. Okay, okay, you be careful now. Don't worry about me. Just get the hell

out! Take this!

Come on.

Thank you.

out there?

Gigging for frogs?

Maybe they're looking for killer toads. Come on, put in a gamble.

You haven't seen the game one, have you?

It's dead.

Carmen, what are you all dreaming of?

It's like a dead end here, Sheriff.

Yeah.

These newspaper people are fools.

Dreamers and fools.

Now I recall how things were a couple

years ago.

It always seemed that friction was always coming on.

And knowing that my spark, Lord, was the one who set the flame,

caused a great deal of hurting and, in all, a lot of

pain.

My son says, Daddy, don't

cry. We can go back today.

We'll make Mama love you so you won't be alone.

Oh, Daddy.

What made you want to do those things and hurt me like you did?

When the only one you're hurting is the love of our

dear kin.

Oh, but time will end my aching heart along

with self -pride.

And all along... On a cold, cold night, I hear them softly

cry.

How I miss home, I hear my son say.

Daddy, don't cry, we can go back today.