Blackthorn Page #5

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Is it the money?

How can you, bastard!

You never did see

the difference, did you?

For the Indians?

For a bunch of miners?

For them?

And what about me?

I'm your friend!

I gave you everything!

Everything!

I saved your life!

I gave you your name back!

I did!

Difference?

What's the f***ing difference?

What's the f***ing difference?

Are you going to leave me

like this, you son of a b*tch?

Are you?

Okay.

Okay!

Give the money back to them.

Give the money back to them,

but don't leave me here, please.

Please.

Damn you, Butch Cassidy!

Damn you!

I could have killed you!

I could have killed you

and I didn't.

But they'll do it for me!

They'll track you down

and kill you like a dog!

Don't leave me here, please.

To the gallows I must go,

I must go.

To the gallows I must go.

To the gallows I must go.

Bolivia.

Damnit! Bolivia.

I'm just a poor

wayfaring stranger,

While traveling

through this world below.

Yet there's no sickness,

no toil, nor danger,

In that bright land

to which I go.

We're not done yet.

We'll continue.

I'm going there

to see my father,

I'm goin' there

no more to roam.

I'm just going

over Jordan.

I'm just going

over home.

I'm just going

over Jordan.

I'm just going

over home.

You know what, Mackinley?

This place is famous

for how easy it is to get lost.

You helped the gringo.

We'll take your horse.

So pray the God of the Mountains

spares your life.

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