Heaven’s Gate Minute by Minute: 164

9 Dec

164 of 229

A flaming wagon ploughs into Nate’s cabin. The wagon is a complete write off. What a terrible waste. A wagon so young, so full of pep and vinegar and most likely kerosene given the ferocity of the fire.

This is quite a dazzling and suspenseful sequence. The cabin and the wallpaper burn quickly. Bet the newspaper wallpaper seems a silly idea in retrospect.

“Oh, this here wallpaper looks nice. What’s it called?”

“That’s part of the kindling range.”

Strange interior design choices aside, Nate is trapped. Is this the end? What will he do?! He’s taken a pen and is scribbling something down. Damn it, man! Now is not time to start penning your memoirs. Though, if you need someone to write the forward, if you set my house on fire I’d be happy to help out.

Nate shoves the paper into his pocket. It’s probably not his memoirs, but some final words or thoughts. He could be incredibly optimistic and has written a shopping list for when he goes to market after taking on the Stock Growers Association singlehandedly.

“God rest him. He fought bravely.”

“There’s a note in his pocket, sir.”

“Read it.”

“1 pint of milk, 2 pound of bacon and a dozen eggs… What does it mean?”

“Means the man wants him to eat us for breakfast. Prepare the BBQ.”

“Sir, I don’t think –“

“I said prepare the BBQ!”

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