High Plains Drifter Page #5

- Keep shooting, damn it!

- He shot my ear off!

- Somebody up there playing games.

- He shot my ear off!

He could've shot your damn head off!

Now get down!

Dave, is that you?

Come on out!

We'll settle this.

Morg was almost dead anyway

from that arm!

I just put him out of his misery!

I'll kill you!

You son of a b*tch,

I'll kill you!

Come down out of there, you bastard!

I'll cut your heart out!

Don't go up there.

There might be more dynamite.

I'll kill him,

whoever it was up there.

I'll kill every man in Lago!

The guests are on their way to the

party. Gather all the people together.

Right, captain!

All right, men, get that sign up!

Come on!

They're coming!

All right, everybody,

get a little move on!

I want you up in that tower.

First sign of dust, you ring the bell.

Are you sure

this is gonna be all right?

It's gonna be all right.

He's back! He's here!

It's time to get ready.

What's the matter with everybody?

Wait'll we gun 'em down.

All right, everybody,

I think were expected outside.

I just hope that shooter we hired

is feelin' up to snuff.

Don't worry. He'll be fine.

Let's go.

Senor, can we come to the fiesta?

No.

I want everybody

to have plenty of those.

Ain't it about time

we got out there, huh?

There's plenty of time.

But they'll be here

any damn minute.

I think Sams right. We ought to.

What about after?

What about after we do it?

What do we do then?

Then you live with it.

Where you gonna be?

Are you gonna take the first shot?

Are you gonna get

Stacey Bridges first?

Or maybe youre gonna get

all three by yourself?

- When are you gonna give the signal?

- I'm not.

You are.

You old people, move outta here!

Here they come!

Fire!

Fire! Fire!

Get 'em!

Don't shoot!

A party?

Welcome-home party, huh?

Well, here's to your party.

Give me another bottle.

Give me another bottle!

- Well, now the party's over.

- Let go of me!

Look what I found

in the bushes!

Stacey, it was always you.

That's why Morg Allen hated you.

He knew how much I loved you.

Yeah, I bet you just cried yourself

to sleep every night...

thinking about me

in that territorial prison.

But I did. I really did!

Yeah, well,

I can see it all now.

You lying there

in Morg Allens bed...

just a-cryin' and a-humpin'..

Oh, no!

Give me that bottle.

- Cole, go and get the horses ready.

- You got it, Stace.

You're going to take me

with you, aren't you?

I can do better than you

in a four-bit fancy house.

- You still here?

- Goddamn right I'm still here!

I wanna know who them sons of b*tches

was that ambushed us.

That's what we're gonna

find out right now.

Who are you?

Don't hit me!

Don't hit me, please!

Come on, Stacey.

Let's get outta here.

Shut up!

Everybody out.

Everybody out!

- Out!

- Move!

Go on. Get out!

Hurry up in there. Move!

- Get in there.

- Hold it right there!

Dynamite!

Stacey, the goddamn horses

are gone!

Go on. Go on!

Help me.

Help me!

Who are you?

Who are you?

Im just about done here.

- I never did know your name.

- Yes, you do.

Take care.

Yes, sir, captain.

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