Dead in Tombstone Page #2

got the gold, vamonos!

No!

Maybe I want to stay.

And go back to prison? Federal

marshals will be here.

Marshals ain't comin', Hermano.

I ain't goin' back to prison.

The wagons are loaded.

And we're leaving, now!

Brother, I got a

better idea now.

I'm gonna stay here and I'm

gonna take over this town.

And you can go to hell.

Put your guns down, boys.

Unless you got something

against being rich.

I raised you, Rojo.

You're my brother.

I'm your half brother.

The only blood we share is

from a whore in Juarez.

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Go ahead. Pull

that iron, boys.

You wanna take orders

from a dead man?

Or you can take orders from me.

What the f*** is that?

This here's the deed...

The deed that says that I

own the gold mine now.

It was signed over to me.

I'm gonna own it all.

Why don't you read

it to 'em, Snake?

Yeah...

Tell 'em how it looks Hmm.

Looks legit.

You think money's

gonna make you a man?

I'm man enough to take out

Guerrero De La Cruz, right?

You're getting soft, brother.

This gang needs a new leader.

You been King long enough.

Now I'm mayor.

I'm sheriff.

I'm Jesus H. Christ

in this town.

From now on, people will

know the name Red Cavanaugh.

You boys are gonna be the

richest goddamned deputies

in the history of

law enforcement.

There is no honor among you.

Backstabbing traitor.

Boys, what do you say we give my big

brother here a nice retirement party?

I'll see you again, Rojo.

I'll see all of you.

In hell!

Gentlemen, there

will be men like us

who're gonna think... that

they can take this town.

So, the name's gotta

remind 'em...

just what's waitin'

for 'em if they try.

From now on, the name of

this town is Tombstone.

Guerrero.

Guerrero.

You're mine.

There is never a sound so sweet

as that of the pitiful sufferer.

The demon from my

dreams, I've seen you.

Oh, I've been waiting for you.

I've been waiting for you.

Where am I?

Somewhere...

South of heaven.

I was shot.

Struck down by your

own flesh and blood.

I'm dead?

I'm dead.

This is hell!

I don't belong here!/

Uh, excuse me?

You don't belong here?

That's what they all say.

But you're still

of the flesh, hmm?

Until I burn it away.

If it's true that men like

me feed the fires of hell,

I will bring you more fuel for your fire

than my soul alone could ever supply.

Are you trying to

make a deal with me?

It's been a pleasure.

Wait, wait, wait... A trade!

My soul for the soul of my half brother

and the cabrones that betrayed me,

the Blackwater Gang!

Well, that is an

interesting proposition.

One day, 24 hours.

What's that, compared

to eternity?

I'll give it some thought.

One day! One day, 24 hours!

What's that, compared

to eternity?

Why should I accept it?

I already have you.

They are six. I am one.

They are thieves,

killers and traitors,

who will sell their own

mother for a sack of gold.

Give me just one day and I'll

deliver all six of their souls,

including that no good,

lowlife brother of mine,

Red Cavanaugh.

You get all six of them, in

exchange for my own soul.

Their souls will feed the

fires of hell higher

and give you great

pleasure, right now.

Hmm.

An intriguing wager.

I'll deliver all six

of their souls.

Give me just one day.

I will grant you one day.

One day...

But all six men must

die by your hand

and by your hand, alone.

If you succeed,

I will give you

your wretched life.

And if you fail,

then the misery that awaits

you will be a thousandfold.

Do we have a deal?

Whoa!

Nobody touches the tables!

One turn of the clock.

Not a second longer.

You take your revenge

and deliver my souls.

Now you will go the

same way you came.

Liza?

Why would Sully fix the goddamn clock

and then leave the hole in it?

He didn't.

Baby, he must've fixed

it Couldn't have.

Mama, if you're so damn set on

keepin' that pie hole open,

why don't you go upstairs

and take Daddy up there

and let me give you

somethin' to do with it?

Come on, bubba, come on, now.

Go get her, Red.

It's been one year.

It's been one year to the day.

Boo!

Did he get scared?

Ain't got a Chinaman's

chance of working.

Come on.

Come on.

Go put my horse in the barn.

Go!/ Yes, sir.

Ah!

Puta madre, get out of

my sight!/ Yes, sir Go!

Clean that again Yes, sir.

Red wants it by dawn.

One year to the day.

Impossible.

It's completely impossible.

Do you hear that?

What is it, boss?

Ramos.

Huh?

Who's there?

Get the pistola. Come with me.

Duke?/ Yeah?

What's going on?

Who is there?

Who's there?

Hey. Who is it?

What the f***?

Ah!

Who the hell are you?

Are you pretty fast

with that pistola?

I don't have to be fast, senor.

Unless you're gonna shoot

me with your pecker. Hmm?

I have a pretty nice

gun right here.

There are two people in this world that

know how to put that gun together.

One of them is dead.

What the hell?

Now you're talking.

You remember me...

The Lord told me about

you in a dream.

Said I'd be... tempted

by a demon from hell.

Lord, please, remove this cup

from me, your humble servant.

Amen.

I'm still here, padre.

I'm not a demon.

What are you, then?

A customer.

A drink...

to soften the revelation.

Sh*t.

Mister, if you threaten

the reverend again,

I will shame this holy

place with your blood.

Now, if you two wanna

keep breathing,

you'd better do as I say.

What's your business

here, stranger?

Do you have any pine

boxes in your stores?

Why? Are you an undertaker?

Somethin' like that.

How many do you need?

Six.

God ain't gonna help you, amigo.

Just leave a little silver

in the collection box.

Come on, give me some.

Come on.

Viens ici! Viens!

What is it, boss?/ What is it?

Shooter's probably

around here somewhere.

Probably still here.

Whoever is inside,

get out here now!

Cover me Got it.

Get your lollygagging...

Get in there.

Come on, I've got a fistful of

lead for you, right now. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Watch it.

Got anything, boys?

No. Nope.

Let's go.

This is for Ramos.

All that money

and you still can't take a bath.

How do you know my...

Can't be!

It is.

We killed you.

No, this is how

you kill someone.

For the great day of

his wrath is come

and who shall be left to stand?

Reverend Paul, you

can't go in there.

I have heard tales

of black angels,

come back to destroy the

evils of the Earth.

No soy angel, padre,

but I suggest you leave till

my business is through.

The church is my place.

You... You bleed.

You are of flesh and blood.

You were a part of the Blackwater

Gang, when they took the town.

I watched them bury you.

It's a long story.

And my time is short.

Are you here to kill

Red and his men?

Unless they kill me first.

Well, I don't care if you

are the spawn of hell.

I'll ride with you.

It's personal.

Red Cavanaugh murdered my

husband in cold blood.

Ain't nothin' more

personal than that.

You can dance on his grave.

But until I'm through,

stay out of my way.

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