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Just goes to show that Samech still has some surprises up his short, floral-printed sleeves.

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This turn of events just makes my heart all pitter-patter with anticipation.
I think my butterflies started around page 18 of Samaritan, just a little tease.
By 24-26 I am so excited I can barely stand it. It has been.. five years?

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...make it shallow, so that I can feel the rain.

He's obviously got some questions as well. Kinda left Brice cowering just thinking about it--

We shall see what we shall see......

*Sitting on the edge of my seat in anticipation*

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That flashback on the bottom.. and the hair style change.. makes me nostalgic in a sinister way. Haha.

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...make it shallow, so that I can feel the rain.

Mnnn,...nice little conversational lead-up into a flashback... That makes me really happy,....we don't just get to hear about it,...we get to SEE it... Excellent!

I love that fast dismissal of Brice's frail attempt at telling his little "hero tale"... Poor boy,....as if Sam could give a damn about that kind of stuff... I suppose there's more than merely his emotions concerning sex that are dead inside him... I hope not totally though,...for Sam's sake,...not Brice's... I actually like Sam,...I don't really like Brice that much...

And Brice,...so like a geeky little kid he appears in that wonderful second panel... He's so proud of what he did... His eyes say it all... I may not like him, but I respect the fact that he obviously values what he did for the girl in the hospital,...values it enough to let his eyes show a bit of a sentimental smile in the face of the man who's come to close the book on his little tale... Maybe he actually meant it when he said that if he was to die for saving that girl, so be it... His eyes sure seem to say he meant it, sure enough...

And those same eyes that seem to smile in the face of possible death,...shed a terrible tear only as Sam reminds him of whatever happened that dark night at the river... That one little tear tells me that whatever went down there,...death doesn't hold a candle to it...

Great job on this page Mulefoot... I'm sitting on the edge of my seat in glorious anticipation...

Jadugara ^_^

Daww... Brice might have still been a punk in those bottom panels during the flashback, but he looks so forlorn sitting there in the corner crying. I just wanna hug and cuddle him.

Excellent work. Maybe we're going to see what happened and find out what's with that blasted WATCH that's bugged me all this time. I have to believe that watch showed up somewhere else in an earlier scene, before we see it in the "Hi, I'm dead and this is MY WATCH, see it? I have a WATCH!" picture. I've looked for it, honest I have.

But I still have a sinking suspicion that any answer is going to lead to more nagging questions.

That tear in Brice's eye- NOW he cries. That must have been some experience down there if that's what breaks him up, considering what he's facing. Maybe the biggest question is why Mulefoot let him live.

Second biggest: Was letting him live a form of kindness, or just an even greater cruelty? Especially knowing that Sam would be on the trail sooner or later, almost certainly. After all, Mulefoot let slip that clue about having spoken to the forger recently, which led Sam to Brice. And I wouldn't bet a Black Truffle, even half-smoked, that the slip was unintentional.

Sam's professionalism is totally gone now. He's got a personal interest to satisfy. Which isn't gonna help Brice any unless Sam's lapse includes being careful - which it likely ain't.
Matterofact, what happens if Sam simply tosses Brice in the trunk and heads back north? Phone call, "Hay Rooter, meet me at the Log, I got a present for ya". And when he gets there open the truck and give the reynard to Mulefoot. "Don't say I never gave ya anything".

--lj

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Interesting to see all these different takes everyone is presenting on just these three characters - Sam, Brice, & Tony. Sometimes, with the wildly different impressions of the characters and the events that engulf them, I wonder if there is some other material to which other people have special access to color those happenings so alien to my impressions of those same events.

I like the conversation as it started with the current page. Sam just started in and the audience was right there with him until Brice started talking about the one thing Sam had mentioned to him earlier. Artistry mimicking life. Brice didn't know why Sam was there or what Sam was after. The reynard only started in with the only logical thing, which was the rescue story that brought the brock to him. That monkey wrench of context nearly caused me to laugh out loud. Sam is thinking about what happened at the river, Brice is thinking about the girl, and Tony is thinking "mmm, pancakes." Those little bumps of reality in an otherwise smooth narrative makes the telling more "real" and more intense for me because the characters are more than just the narrative in Mulefoot's story.

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That last picture in the middle panel tells me the abyss is still looking back at Brice. What will we see, when we peer over the edge? Brice doesn't seem to be dangling willingly.

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What call have I to dream of anything?
I am a wolf. Back to the world again,
And speech of fellow-brutes that once were men
Our throats can bark for slaughter: cannot sing.

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"Y'know, if nothing else, living here has incredibly sharpened my 'Hey, there's someone coming for my dick!' defense skills." -

Y'all are missing the point.

Back at the river, Brice is looking at his reflection in the water when he realizes that Tony's about to club him.
He wakes up with a muzzle full of razor blades and Tony heads off to do what ever it is Tony does in his free time.
Later we get a glimpse of "wonder rapist" working at a hospital.
Then Sam figures out, "Oh fuck I think we delivered the wrong body."

How many times do I have to repeat myself here, "There is NO wasted ink in Slop."

Sam has the luxury of sitting with Brice and the desire to find out what exactly happened. And he doesn't have that psycho "Bitey" there with him to screw things up.

End result? Brice, now known as Scotty ends up dead. Scotty will continue to be Brice hanging on Mr. Deighton's office wall. And Sam's ass will remain covered.

Uncle.

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*reads Uncle's post*
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*reads entire thread*
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*rereads Uncle's post*
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Uncle? Who are you talking to? Only one person posted in this thread with any indication in his/her post that might indicate that Brice may survive this ordeal and that is purely speculative on the potential possibilities created by not killing the reynard right way; however, that post is more commentary on the perceived character of Sam according to his current actions as opposed to predicting any outcomes. The conversation so far has been about the looks of these characters, past and present, and statements analogous to buckling-up and taking a deep breath before the coaster takes the plunge. Are you sure you are not in the with this post?

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"Y'know, if nothing else, living here has incredibly sharpened my 'Hey, there's someone coming for my dick!' defense skills." -

Geez, you use a lotta long words.....

--lj

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Sometimes I wonder what tomorrow's gonna bring
When I think about my dirty life and times.
---Warren Zevon

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Never Underestimate the Gentle Giant

Si ego certiorem faciam.... mihi tu delendus eris