Jack Vettriano The Railway Station

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?” Mexico was the place. He’d heard. He was cutting fence now, trespassing in the shoot-em zone. “Hell yes, I been. Where’s the f*ckin problem?” Braced for it all these years and here it came, late and unexpected. “I got a say this to you one time, Jack, and I ain’t foolin. What I don’t know,” said Ennis, “all them things I don’t know could get you killed if again. We had a good time that year.” “You know, friend, this is a goddamn bitch of a unsatisfactory situation. You used a come away easy. It’s like seein the pope now.” “Jack, I got a work. Them earlier days I used a quit the jobs. You got a wife with , fifteen years old and couldn’t hardly read, he could see it though goddamn Lureen wouldn’t admit to it and pretended the kid was o.k., refused to get any bitchin kind a help about it. He didn’t know what the f*ck the answer was. Lureen had the money and called the shots. “I used a want a boy for a kid,” said Ennis, undoing buttons, “but just got little girls.”
“I didn’t want none a either kind