Ambush at Dark Canyon Page #4

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- Another drink?

- No.

I lost my thirst.

Well, you wanted the truth, didn't you?

I just gave you what you asked for.

- Yeah, I did, didn't I?

- You sure as hell did.

I didn't ask you to come

snooping around here, you know?

Why are you telling me all this?

Why don't you just let me walk out of here?

Maybe I felt sorry for you. Being

in trouble with your chiefy and all.

Or maybe it's just because...

you remind me of myself

when I was your age.

I don't know.

I do know... you didn't come here

to talk about me.

You came here to talk about Donovan.

All right.

Well, then let's see. Where was I?

Oh, yeah.

Hardin and his men continued west.

To them, the events that had transpired

just a few hours earlier

were nothing more than a passing amusement

to be boasted about.

Oh, my darlin' Madeleine

Go on, Charlie, have fun with it.

Come on.

Wake up. I know you're not doing well,

but you're slowing us all up here.

You all right?

They've been here, all right.

That's their hoofprints in the watering hole.

All right, then.

We'll set up camp here for the night.

You know I'm real sorry, Donovan.

Something like this, I...

I just don't got no words.

This ain't your fight, Cyrus.

Yeah, well.

It seems to me... I've been fighting

other people's wars my whole life.

And I expect this ain't no different, but...

sometimes there's wars

a man just got to fight.

Mind telling me what the plan is?

I'm gonna track him down.

All the way to the gates

of hell, if I have to.

All right.

Yeah.

I'll tell you what.

That is a fine fire right there.

Think we gonna catch 'em tomorrow?

If they're headed

where I expect they're headed.

- Where's that?

- Backside of the whetstones.

- Donovan's ranch.

- How far?

Oh, I don't know.

Another day, or most of it, at least.

Damn.

You think he did it?

Did what?

Robbed that bank? Killed those people?

Hell yeah, he done it.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

You'd better get to knowin'.

She done this for you, didn't she?

She did a lot of things for me.

Thunder rolls up from the ground

Birds fly away from the sound

A lone hero stands in the eye of the storm

And demons dance in the fire

Chasing desire like devil's companions

But one will stand when there's none

When black horses run

Through the dark canyon

That's not gonna do any good now.

I don't reckon it's gonna

do no harm, neither.

Ready?

Go ahead, I'll catch up with you.

- All right.

- I'll be willing to go down

Where I've never been before

If you will hold the door

If you will hold the door

I will run through the valley

Where the sun will never shine

If you will be my light

If you will be my light

And hard as I try

There's just no place to hide

Until this journey ends

And there's no tears left to cry

And I'll keep you with me

Safe in my memory

And I will see you on the other side

Of the ride

And I am bound to find the man

That I used to be back then

And before we meet again

And before we meet again

When I put this anger down

Six feet in the ground

I will never kill again

I will never kill again

And hard as I try

There's just no place to hide

Until this journey ends

And there's no tears left to cry

And I'll keep you with me

Safe in my memory

And I will see you on the other side

Of the ride

Take the reins.

What in the hell is this?

That's sage.

That's an Indian sign.

Indian sign? The hell you talkin' about?

Cy must still be with him.

Let's get down to the barn,

see if we can't find some grain.

Figure if they're going after Hardin

they'll be in Rio Verdes.

Indian sign, my ass.

Hey. Hey!

Show some goddamn respect!

I don't care who you are. If I catch you doing

something like that again, so help me God,

when we leave here, I'll bury you here.

That goes for both of you.

B*tch.

Yeah, you think the word's out

on our escape yet?

There ain't no railroad.

Probably no telegraph.

Shouldn't be no problem, then.

Yeah, unless Hurley's

still the marshal here.

He knows you?

He's an old acquaintance.

Hell, Donovan, everybody

in this country knows you.

Let's go.

Get me a bloody bottle of whiskey! Now!

- Maybe.

- Maybe.

It's a little early

in the morning, ain't it, boys?

Drink it up, boys!

We don't see too many...

We don't see...

- too many...

- What?

Strangers.

Around these parts.

So, what'll it be?

Whiskey. Two glasses.

Leave the bottle.

What're you looking at?

I said, what the hell...

are you looking at?

You got any coffee?

Coffee?

Yeah. Sure. Of course, I'll...

- I'll be right back.

- That'd be a good idea.

I know you... I know you heard me.

What're you looking at?

Oh, and you, too?

What're you looking at?

That is a mighty nice bandanna

you got there.

You like this? Thank you.

I know you, don't I?

Maybe.

- Been around here before?

- No.

I'm from Sonora. They call me Chale.

Well, that is quite a name.

You're my friend, right?

But you gotta tell me something, friend.

Why the hell...

do you come in here with your

mulo slave who stares at people?

It's rude, no?

No, he's not rude.

He just doesn't like scumbags.

No, that ain't it.

I just don't like you.

Come on, let's go.

I'll be needing that horse, governor.

I do know... who you are.

- Was he here? Was he here?

- Who?

Tell me what he looked like.

Tell me what he looked like!

He was a rough-lookin' man.

He had a bad scar

that run across his face.

We didn't mean no trouble.

We're just trying to make a living is all.

You didn't mean any trouble?

You didn't mean no trouble?

If you're gonna kill me, start shooting.

Easy, Duke.

Just need to talk.

There ain't no time.

They took off that way.

Best I can tell, on one horse.

Good. We can catch them then.

Can't lie, if they come looking for you.

I wouldn't expect you to.

Come on. Let's go.

Greetings.

I'm Deputy Tom Sullivan. Yuma.

Marshal Hurley. What can I do for you?

- We're looking for a couple of men.

- One of them's a n*gger...

Duke Donovan. The other one's name is

Cyrus Parker, and he is a buffalo soldier.

They broke out of Yuma.

Yeah, they came through town

a couple of hours ago.

Killed two men.

- I ain't surprised.

- Me either.

Those were a couple men who needed

killing. Rolled with Levi Hardin's gang.

We caught wind that Hardin's men

killed Donovan's wife.

- That they did.

- Son of a b*tch.

- Any idea where they're headed?

- Oh, my guess would be the border.

- The border?

- Yeah. They're hot on his trail.

- Whose?

- Hardin's.

Obliged.

- Let's go.

- Thanks for the whiskey.

Freedom is your prison

when you curse to keep on running

Hard to tell the difference

From the hunter and the hunted

Looking for redemption

down the barrel of a gun

Your finger on the trigger

Your back against the sun going down

Going down

Going down to the place

where no mercy can be found

And you pay for what you've done

with your soul

Going down where the darkest

of the angels circle round

He's just waiting 'cause he knows

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