Blackthorn Page #4

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But...

You're not too drunk, are you?

F*** off.

Well,

now we're going to see

if you were right or not.

Look.

Sweet Jesus.

Sweet suffering Jesus, it's him.

It's him, isn't it?

Yes.

Robert Leroy Parker.

Butch Cassidy.

All of them will apologize to me.

All those bastards.

What's he got?

A bullet wound,

dehydration and fatigue.

He just needs to rest.

Rest...

Here we are.

You and me.

Water!

You're in poor shape.

Even worse than the last time

we saw each other.

What the f*** are you doing

in Bolivia?

Haven't you got

anything better to do?

And where is my pistol?

What should I call you?

I've been going under Blackthorn.

Does it matter?

It matters.

Of course it does.

I never believed

that you were dead, you know.

Strange world.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Blackthorn?

I'm what they call

an honorary consul.

89 dollars a month.

A one-bedroom house

with a bed too small for my taste.

I just greet the few North Americans

that show up around here.

Gold diggers,

people buying wool,

drunkards,

an occasional runaway.

Not many people.

The last one came by...

two winters past.

I spend the rest of time

looking out the window.

Sad story.

Not much of a life.

No, it's not.

But I couldn't aspire

to much more...

Until today.

Last night I thought

everything could change for me.

I could even buy a huge bed

and travel home on it,

smiling and waving

as I passed.

But, Mr. Blackthorn,

these past few hours at your side

have reminded me of many things.

The fatigue.

The years of pursuit...

Carrying out one's duty is,

believe me,

exhausting.

Here, in this godforsaken village,

I finally found some rest.

A stupid, but

well deserved rest.

Yeah.

I guess we can't be blamed

for growing older.

We're too old to keep on playing.

Never was a game with me.

Of course it was.

An absurd, deadly game.

You never understood.

Doesn't matter.

Of course I understood.

I was part of the game.

But this time...

There's no handcuffs either.

This time you're on your own.

No one will come to the rescue.

Do whatever you need to do.

Take it.

Consider it

a way to continue resting.

An Army battalion

is on its way here.

I sent for them.

This is the most important thing

to have happened around here since...

Well, since your death.

I'll get you to a safe place.

You'll leave

and you'll never come back.

Things will still be the same.

You're a right pain in the ass,

Cassidy.

A right f***ing pain in the ass!

We're here.

There's food and chicha in here.

Thanks.

I know what you are, sir.

Please, don't steal from me.

Ivn...

You won't say anything,

will you?

No, sir. You're my guest.

Dear Ryan,

I have enough money now for us

to start a brand new life.

Maybe horses, ranching...

I've met an old friend

of your father and mother's,

he remembers them often.

They were one of a kind. There's

not much blood like yours left.

I'm on my way back.

I don't know how long it will take,

not more than two months.

With love, your Uncle Butch.

I was just writing about you.

I should have left you

at the damn clinic.

Eduardo Apodaca

- is a friend of yours?

- Have you seen him? Where is he?

He's heading West

through the canyons.

He was in Tupiza,

but made himself scarce when he saw

the uproar caused by your resurrection.

I haven't betrayed you,

but my help stops here.

What the hell are you talking about?

Damn chicha.

Is it money you're after?

You can stick

your dirty money where it fits.

You were better off dead, Cassidy.

And I hope you soon will be.

I'll drink until I forget this.

But for you,

all the liquor in this shitty

world wouldn't be enough.

In my day, the outlaws

would have robbed banks!

And the Union Pacific!

They would never have stolen

from the mining families, no sir!

Mining families? You better

get off the bottle, MacKinley!

- You're losing your Irish mind.

- Go to Hell!

He never stole

from the miner families.

It's Patio, the Suyana Mine.

You believe that?

He tricked you

and into believing that?

Jesus, I almost pity you.

Your Spanish friend

didn't work for Patio.

He worked for the miners.

The mine is theirs.

They took it from Patio

two years ago.

What rock were you hiding under?

The whole country was talking about it!

The miners rebelled

against the owners.

Overdue wages, murders...

The usual.

There was a huge battle.

A lot of miners got killed.

Then Justice stepped in and,

this country is full of surprises,

they decided

in favor of the miners.

They awarded ownership of the

mine to the surviving families.

This is no coincidence,

of course.

The mine was almost empty.

Even the Spanish engineer who worked

for Patio stood up for them.

Poor fools,

they trusted a Spaniard!

There are times

when you'd prefer to be dead,

don't you agree?

Goodbye and good riddance,

Mr. Blackthorn.

Here you go, sir.

We'll catch him.

He can't be far away.

Or what do you think, Mackinley?

No.

It's not him.

It's not the one

who escaped from the clinic.

Cassidy died years ago.

Are you crazy, Mackinley?

You recognized him yourself!

It wasn't him.

Of course it's him!

This is the man I left

in my clinic, with you.

You're a f***ing sentimentalist.

Mackinley.

We're going to see

if you're right or not.

We'll leave at dawn.

And you're coming with us.

Come on. Let's go, Kid.

Sh*t.

- You'll get my suit dirty.

- It'll help keep you warm.

Everybody will think we're dead,

and look at us!

Strong as trees.

Snow covered trees.

Bolivia...

Goddamnit, Bolivia.

I always knew you'd be the last.

Everybody's dead and you...

You're all alone now.

So far from home.

My poor friend.

Okay...

Do it.

Now is a good time.

Do it.

James.

Or should I say Butch?

Mr. Butch Cassidy, himself!

I knew it.

That explains so many things.

You know what?

In Tupiza everyone was shouting

that the famous gringo outlaw

was alive.

And me buying new clothes!

Can you imagine?

Take it easy.

They must have lost a lot of time.

So... Here we are.

Just a few hours from freedom

and the good life.

Are you okay?

You can't think

I abandoned you, right?

I just couldn't stay there

with so much going on.

And I knew you'd turn up.

That mine didn't belong to Patio.

And your name

is not James Blackthorn.

Well, we all have our secrets.

But now all the cards

are on the table.

No, you're right.

It wasn't his any longer.

So what?

It had different owners.

Owners, anyway.

50,000 dollars, James.

That's no lie.

Come on!

Let's go!

Look, there are your mountains.

We're almost there.

I'll be your gang now.

You and me, James...

You and me!

You said it yourself:

You were dead,

breeding horses in that old house.

Now you have money

and you have it all. Your name.

Your life!

You're a damn legend

and here you are.

Here you are!

Here I am.

Have you gone crazy?

Motherf***er!

They'll be here shortly.

- This time they've got the Army with them.

- But you shoot me!

Son of a b*tch!

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