Dead in Tombstone Page #3

Look, you may be good,

but they've got numbers.

Red hired up a lot of guns

since he took the town.

Let us help.

Us?

We've been praying for

someone to bring justice.

Been a year. Nobody's come.

No marshals,

no law of any kind.

And trust me, we've

sent letters,

telegrams, we even

went to Denver.

Seems like Red's got himself

some friends in high places.

So you see,

we gotta stick together.

You don't hear too

good, do you, lady?

Nobody can kill them but me.

Now,

I suggest you clear out, 'cause

they'll be back sooner or later.

Where the hell is Baptiste?

Was he a part of that

ruckus this morning?

That man loves a fight.

Dead, boss.

Ramos, too.

What the hell are

you talking about?

I seen 'em boxed up.

All right, boys.

Let's go pay our respects, huh?

Come on. Come on.

Whiskey.

You from around here?

Not exactly.

Can I help you with

somethin'?/ Leave the bottle.

Yes, sir.

Well, you know what they say,

"If you're looking

for someone..."

"Just head to the saloon."

Expect it'll be getting lively

around here in a while.

Who're the empty ones for?

Are you f***ing stupid?

Son of a b*tch!

We can't just let them rot.

Ain't good for business.

No.

That's exactly what

we're gonna do.

We're gonna kill

this man tonight.

I don't give a sh*t

who's with him.

Listen better,

if you boys f*** this up, I'm gonna

put you in these caskets myself.

Who you think did it?

Who gives a sh*t?

He's a dead man.

Washington,

get up to the mine

and crack the whip,

we got a delivery tonight

come hell or high water,

and we better be even, boy.

All right.

We're gonna get payback.

Shut the f*** up.

Hey.

What the hell are

you doing here?

You know, I always

loved that expression.

I still had time.

Hmm...

Oh, brother, let me

tell you something.

Time is half gone. Yet your

quarry is still half alive.

Yeah, I'm wasting

it talking to you.

Listen, hombre,

I want that little maricon.

I want that Red Cavanaugh's

ass and I want it now.

I want his blood and you're

gonna bring it to me.

Now, I don't want nothing...

Not a goddamn thing to

distract you, okay?

None of your p*ssy, none of your whores, none

of all these preacher friends, all these...

All these f***ers that are gonna be

talkin' about all this righteous sh*t...

"His goodness" and

all that, you know?

I know you better than

you know yourself

and I can smell your conscience.

Makes me wanna puke.

Ah!

Jesus Christ.

Hey, hey, hombre.

Hey, I'm watching everything.

Everything, okay?

Can't pull the wool

over my eyes, boy.

Never forget why I

brought you here.

High noon, hombre.

Right up to the saloon, boys.

Come on, move it.

You better be right

about this, son.

Get out! Move out!

Move out. Put them up.

Shh...

I don't know who you

think you are, stranger,

but if you've come to my

town, lookin' for trouble?

You just found plenty.

It's been a while, huh, Rojo?

Only one man's ever

called me that.

And he's dead and buried.

Some things don't

stay buried, Rojo.

My brother is dead.

I seen the blood

drain out of him,

when I put the

bullet in his heart.

I killed you once.

Never again.

We don't have to

do this, brother.

There's plenty of

gold to go round.

I prefer lead.

I'll tell you what,

come on out...

and I'll cut you in

on your fair share.

We'd be square. Deal?

I already made a deal. All

I gotta do now is collect.

Take him down!

Take him down!

I'll take him down.

I ain't gonna miss the next one.

Just wanted you to

know who killed you.

Are you out of your mind, woman?

You're goddamn right.

You with my brother?/

Not exactly.

But he is my inspiration.

You killed my husband...

Huh?

And now you're gonna

die for your sins.

No!

The law man's wench, she

will be the end of you.

So stay sharp, Guerrero.

This is the work of the devil.

Son of a b*tch.

Why did you let Red go?

I had him dead to rights.

I have to kill him.

Why?

Mister, after what we just witnessed, there

ain't no tale too tall that can explain it.

It's my only escape

from damnation.

Deliver the souls of Red

and the Blackwater Gang

to the devil... to save mine.

And I have to kill him myself,

and I have till

midnight to do it.

Well, maybe you

have to kill them,

but I got a dog in this fight,

and there ain't nothin'

that says I can't help.

You're casting your

lot in with a killer

knowing full well that

the devil is his keeper?

This is about justice

being served, Reverend.

I don't care who's serving it.

Your soul is at stake

here, young lady.

Reverend, the fires of hell are a

Sunday picnic compared to my pain.

Come on. I wanna

show you something.

You're stronger than you look.

I had some help Cal.

Reverend Paul...

We spotted Red Cavanaugh

on our way into town.

Headed to the mines,

more than likely.

We'd like you to know

we're here to help.

Please, Jack. There are eternal

consequences to your actions.

Lest we be damned.

Give this town back to us

and you'll have the rest of

your life to atone for the sins

of the life that

you left behind.

Defend yourselves.

Protect your town.

But any of the Blackwater

boys, you leave to me.

Show me the way to the mines.

All right, all

right, all right.

How we doing down here, boys?

I don't think we can hit 100.

No, you gotta get

to 200, Washington,

or you're gonna have a

large size problem here.

All right, everybody listen up,

we're three months

behind on deliveries

and he's coming to collect.

He can help us hack it out of the

goddamned walls if he wants.

We have nothing to hide.

Washington, he's the least of

our problems at this point.

You tellin' me the

stranger's still breathin'?

Yeah, what I'm telling you is

he ain't no damn stranger.

Who is he?

He's my brother.

Yeah, right.

Close your mouth,

you're drawing flies.

Someone's coming up the road.

You better identify yourselves.

You've got three seconds.

One,

two,

three.

All right, he's here.

All right. Let's go, guys.

Grab your pistols.

Let's go, boys. Let's move.

Come on, fall in.

Time to kill my brother.

Again.

Back up. Back the f***

up or I'll kill you.

Back up.

Now what's all this then?

Are we having a

spot of trouble?

Judah Clark?

And you brought marshals.

Thank God.

No, thank me Get down!

Hello, Cal.

Yes,

I think you should stay down

until all this gets sorted out.

Hey, limey! I just

came for Red.

Why don't you come and

get your boy?/ Red,

is this the fellow that's been putting

your men on display at the chapel?

Yeah, but me and the boys are

taking care of it, obviously.

Really? Because just the

opposite appears to be the case.

I pay you to run this operation

and keep our interests secure,

which clearly they are not.

Which begs the question,

where's my gold?

Oh, you're gonna get it, Judah.

You're gonna get it.

You're the one protecting him?

The federal courts were going to let

the mining rights revert to Edendale.

So if I wanted

control of the mine,

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