God, Country And The NRA

Happy Friday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 18 of RIDGEWAY, a local kid learns the hard way not to steal from the Dixie Mob ...


INT. SHITTY OLD CABIN - DAY
Big, Bald Brute and Mutton Chops,
who we recognize from the opening scene,
drag the Kid we saw tied
to the chair into the cabin.

His mouth has been duct taped,
wrists zip-tied tight.

BIG, BALD BRUTE
Gotcha now, shithead.

Meet JIB CASEY.
You don’t wanna mess with this fucker.
Loves god, country and the NRA.
Not necessarily in that order.

MUTTON CHOPS
Thought you could get away with it, huh?

Meet HOYT YOUNGBLOOD.
Makes Vin Diesel look
like Pee Wee Herman.
Puts the shit in shit-kicker.

Jib THROWS the Kid
into a rickety wooden chair.
Hoyt starts tying his legs to it.

HOYT
Big Boy’s mighty pissed.

JIB
Said we could do anything we want.
As long as we get ya to talk.

He pulls out a rolled up tool kit.
Unwraps it with a flourish.

Proudly displays a series of knives,
hooks, pinchers and various other
medieval-looking instruments.

JIB
So if you enjoy eatin’ corn on the cob,
better fess up right now.

KID
I didn’t take nothin,’ I swear.

Hoyt grins. Reaches up.
GRABS his nose ring --

HOYT
I was hopin’ you’d say that.

YANKS it out. Kid HOWLS.
Pops it in his mouth. Sucks on it.

HOYT
Mmm. Salty.