Ambush at Dark Canyon Page #3

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Good. I need your help.

- Keep talking.

- Well...

Anyhow, they pulled off the robbery

and got back to the hideout.

And they thought this lawman

was gonna be easy pickings,

on account of he was

outnumbered and all, but...

They was wrong.

Come on! Let's go!

Dark irony, it was.

Seems that this lawman

and the woman he was trying to help was...

actually the very woman who betrayed him.

She was a painted lady.

Lover of Levi Hardin.

Nursed him back to health.

Was in on it all along.

What happened to him?

- Where is he?

- That's... that's the best part, see?

Hardin was caught stealing cattle

in that part of country.

That's a hangable offense.

Hallelujah...

- Sheriff?

- Levi Perry Hardin...

you have been sentenced by a jury

to hang for your crimes until dead.

Do you have any last words?

Yeah. Y'all can kiss my ass!

It's just funny how...

a man can kill innocent women

and children and...

get life in prison.

But you take a man's cow?

That's a whole 'nother

goddamn deal, ain't it?

Guard!

Guard!

You tell the warden I'm ready to see him.

Well, prisoner Donovan.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Leave us.

I must commend you.

You and your friend lasted a good while.

Not as long as some, mind you, but...

then, they didn't have the choice you did.

I came here to tell you

that Levi Hardin is still alive.

And I think I know where he's headed next.

Excuse me?

That's what you came to say to me?

Did you hear what I said?

Hardin's still alive.

I think my wife's in danger.

Well, that is a predicament.

But I fail to see what that has to do

with our meeting here today.

Listen, you son of a b*tch!

I don't care what you think of me.

My wife's in danger.

Hardin's not gonna stop till

he gets to me any way he knows how!

Now, you gotta do something!

I suggest you take your hands

off my collar.

One call from me, and you won't have

to worry about your precious wife.

Because you'll be dead.

Excellent.

Guard!

- Take him away.

- Back to the hole?

No, put him in with the main population.

I'm sure they'll make room for him.

I don't care what you think of me.

There's an innocent woman in danger.

It's your duty to help her! It's your duty!

I have a witness! Ask Dalton!

Ask Dalton!

They will crucify him, sir.

Do it.

Cy...

you do make the best ribs

this side of the Mississippi.

Look, Sullivan, as far as I can tell,

you're the only guy in here

that has some sense of right and wrong.

Now, if you won't help me, help her.

Unhook him.

She's all alone out there, Sullivan.

You gotta help her.

You gotta do something!

There ain't nothing I can do, goddamn it!

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Go on.

Go!

Go!

Go, please.

Son of a b*tch.

Mr. Donovan. I got me a nice place

right over here for you.

You know, first thing

I did when I got out...

was make a trade for this.

Hey, Donovan.

What's going on?

You need to get out of here, kid.

No matter what happens, you stay away.

No, sir, I need to stay

right here with you.

Beat it.

Beat it!

What you gonna do?

I'm not sure.

You remember me?

Oh, yeah, I remember you.

Jarvison.

You and your rapist brother.

It ain't proper to insult the dead

since you done the killin'.

Kid, I want you to promise me something.

Yes, sir.

No matter what happens to me,

you hang in there.

You stick with the old-timers.

They know how to survive.

- Yeah.

- You hear me?

But you gonna be okay?

- Just promise me.

- Yes, sir.

Let it be.

Yeah! Go!

Come on, Mr. Donovan!

Watch out!

Come on. Come on.

- Yeah.

- Come on.

Take it... take it easy.

Come on. Come on, come on.

Hang in with me, now.

It's all right, kid.

You give him a decent burial.

Ladies! Lockdown. It's night-night time.

Checkin' the locks.

Checking locks.

Donovan.

You don't belong here.

Meet me at the new yard in one hour.

You get caught, you're on your own.

Checkin' locks.

Hey! Hey! Come on.

Get down! Get down. Now, look.

This... this tunnel will take you

into the cemetery,

under the wall, and come out

by the warden's stables.

There's a set of reins there

waiting for you.

The warden had this dug

in case there was ever a mutiny.

- What about you?

- Oh, no. My runnin' days...

they behind me. You just get on.

Rescue your lady.

Hey, Donovan.

I'm real sorry about that kid.

Now, go on, get to getting, 'cause...

them guards'll be starting

a new set of rounds soon.

Cyrus, you could get hung for this.

No, don't worry about me.

I'll be all right.

I thought you said

your running days were over.

I changed my mind.

Well, I was shaken from my sleep

As they dragged me to my feet

I was mistaken by the long arm of the law

And the lesson I have learned

Is the innocent get burned

And the guilty set you up

To take the fall

Nobody's guilty in here

And the truth ain't always how it appears

Our story's all the same

Lord knows we've all been framed

And the evidence is perfectly clear...

Sorry to trouble you, ma'am.

Got a man hurt.

Can we use your well?

Please?

Bring him inside.

You know. We'd better water these horses.

There's ain't no time.

Well, if we don't water them,

we're gonna be walking.

All right.

- Who was it?

- Donovan.

- And Cy, too.

- Cy?

Goddamn n*gger.

Bring them back. Dead.

Put him over there.

Get me some towels.

Well...

It's a real pretty place.

Yep.

Thank you.

Not much further, friend.

I'll tell you one thing, Cyrus.

- You sure don't ride like a cook.

- That's 'cause I ain't one.

Well, the warden sure liked your cooking.

Yeah, well, that's 'cause

of my special sauce.

- Oh, special sauce?

- You don't wanna know.

- So what happened, anyway?

- What happened to what?

To get you thrown in that rat-hole prison?

Well, I was in the ninth.

- You're a sure-enough buffalo soldier.

- That's right.

- That's Colonel Hatch, wasn't it?

- Yes, sir.

You know, we had us

this old buck sergeant.

I mean, he wanted to ride me

all the way to Kansas City.

Busting me down to a dog robber...

- Made you a cook, did he?

- Yeah, I don't like being a cook.

Let me ask you something, Donny.

Now, really, do...

now, do I look like a damn cook?

Cook.

How's it look?

He's got a bullet in his stomach.

Gut-shot.

How long ago was he shot?

A few days ago.

Where did it happen?

Just across the border, in New Mexico.

You know, you ask a lot of questions.

Don't mean to.

My husband was also a marshal.

Donovan. You know him?

We're gonna need to get him into town.

I'll get the...

Yeah, I know him. I know him real well.

- What's wrong?

- Something ain't right.

What do you mean?

- Where are the horses?

- Well, they could be turned out.

Maddy!

Maddy! Maddy.

Maddy, Maddy, Madeleine.

Talk to me.

I gotta get help. I gotta get help.

I gotta get help. I gotta get help.

Oh, God...

Cyrus, get the horses.

We gotta get to town.

She's hurt! She's hurt bad.

Don't die on me. You hear me? Don't die.

I... Get the horses!

Don. Don, she's gone.

I'm real sorry, but she's gone.

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