Purgatory Page #4

Listen, there's...

What is that around your neck?

Lefty Slade had something

like that on his wrist.

I suppose Forrest would have one

of those on the back of his head...

...where Broken Nose Jack McCall

shot Wild Bill Hickok.

Rose?

Is that how you died?

Yes.

I was the first woman ever

to be hanged in the Arizona Territory.

I was 19 at the time.

You're Betty McCullough.

The one who hacked her father

to death with a meat cleaver?

Everyone forgot to mention how he had

his dirty hands all over me since I was 12.

Is Refuge like a place where

you get a second chance?

Last chance is more like it.

Listen, I was thinking that I might

stay behind when the rest leave.

- But...

- I like you, Sonny. A lot.

But you're gonna have to ride out

with them when they leave tomorrow.

That's why I came here.

They're gonna tear up the town.

I heard them say it. If y'all

don't do something about it...

...y'all might end up dead

by the time they leave.

Dying's not what bothers us.

That was the easy part.

If you've figured it out

like you say you have...

...you know it goes way beyond that.

Okay, maybe I can help.

I'll talk to Forrest.

Maybe I can convince them

to do something.

No. It wouldn't do any good.

Okay.

All right. I'll ask them.

I'm not promising anything.

- When?

- Tonight at church.

I'll be waiting outside.

You're a nice young man, Sonny.

I wish I had met you

at a different time.

Well, I'll be waiting outside the church.

I bet it was him who let my name slip.

That little bastard.

Ask Ivy. She was in Sweetwater.

She knows what they'll do.

I can't believe you're all just gonna stand

around and let yourselves get slaughtered.

You come from a world of options,

and we have none.

- There's only two ways out for us, Sonny.

- Amen.

Refuge is where the marginally good

are gleaned from the hopelessly wicked.

All the temptations that we faced

in our previous lives are here.

The saloon, the guns, the rotten people.

You lift a gun one time, it's over.

For all of us.

If each of us holds out for 10 years,

neither inflicting...

...nor attracting harm,

we're spared the fate of Brother Lamb.

Forrest has been here the longest

and has less than 24 hours...

...before he enters this house justified.

If we go up against them armed,

we're doomed.

If we just stand and let them

shoot us down, we're doomed.

Either way we're going to hell.

Then stand up to them and take

a few of them down with you.

- We can't, Sonny.

- The longer we're here, the meeker we get.

Even if I was willing,

I don't reckon I have it in me anymore.

Except for Glen, none of us do.

After what happened

to Brother Lamb, I ain't about to.

And to think some of you

used to be my heroes.

Where you going, boy?

- You bastard!

- Hit him again.

I'm gonna crush you!

Sonny!

You want him, you got him.

Sonny.

Sonny? Oh, Sonny.

Doc, is he okay?

- Sonny.

- Doesn't look good.

Let's get him over to my office.

He's coming around.

Sonny? Can you hear me?

- Rose?

- Yes, Sonny.

- Am I dead?

- No.

That's too bad.

Maybe you and I could've...

Welcome back, kid.

I can't tell you how much it pains me

that we weren't able to help you.

It's okay. I understand.

I'm not gonna let them do it to you.

I'll take them all on myself.

Not now, Sonny. You have to rest now.

Not much else we can do, Doc.

Don't you worry.

All right, let's get a move on,

you bunch of desert rats.

In 15 minutes, we start knocking

this town over one door at a time.

Fifteen minutes is all I need.

You'll have your fun later, Cavin.

Sheriff! He's gone.

- Sonny?

- Yeah, he's gone.

Shape he was in

he couldn't have gone far.

- He was there an hour ago when I looked in.

- He's gone.

Sonny.

You should be in bed, son.

- What are you doing?

- I can't let them do it, Rose. I promised you.

I'll be damned, the kid's on his feet.

And don't he look like he wants

some action, though.

Sonny, don't be stupid.

Get out while you still got time.

I ain't going nowhere. And I don't think

you're gonna try and make me.

Do you even know how

to shoot that thing?

Of course I do.

Oh, yeah, they'll be quaking

in their boots.

I'm gonna chop off his ears,

hang them on my saddle horn.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa! Whoa!

This is the last chance you got,

son, to change your mind.

Come on, honey.

Sonny, you don't have to do this.

That's not true.

I don't have any choice.

We've gotta go.

I love you.

We gotta go.

We best be going in.

Yeah.

Forrest, you're coming?

No, you go on.

What?

The only thing I've been thinking about

the last 10 years is myself.

"I'm gonna get through this.

Just like I did my whole life. "

And this green kid comes along...

...stands here, ready to die

for the woman he loves.

No thought to himself.

Kind of makes a man think.

Makes me think you're loco.

You've only got five hours left.

Yep.

You go on, Doc.

You got three bells to get inside.

What do you think you're doing?

Down the hole's down the hole.

I might as well have a little fun

on the way.

What the hell?

That's exactly what it is.

Hope you're ready to meet it.

Well, welcome aboard, Jesse.

I was planning on holding out

till my brother got here...

...but the old buzzard just refuses to die.

Yep, no matter what else they said about

you, Billy, I always knew you had sand.

Sorry for what I said.

It's okay, son.

You were right all along.

- Who are they?

- I guess they ain't Mennonites.

The way the man wears those guns

puts your mind to Wild Bill Hickok.

He's been dead 10 years.

Everybody knows it.

Let's get it done, boys.

They ain't budging, boss.

Let's give them a little prodding.

Hank, do it.

Come on.

Get ready.

Well, let's get to it.

- Yeah!

- Here.

This is your last invitation

to turn around and ride out.

Sheriff, your mother's a whore.

I have no mother.

It's still our 16 to your four, sheriff.

The odds are against you.

The odds are getting better.

Draw your gun! Come on!

Draw your gun!

Shoot the damn thing!

Shoot him!

He shot me.

Yeah, it's a long way from your heart.

Go! Now!

Go! Go! Go!

Get back!

- Sonny!

- Rose!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

It's funny.

It don't hurt none.

How come I'm not dead?

Welcome to Refuge, son.

Wild Bill Hickok.

I reckon the odds are against me now.

Put that gun belt back on.

We got one thing left to settle.

That's you and me.

Look at me, you son of a b*tch.

Look at Blackjack Britton.

I guess I'm one of you now.

I wouldn't count on it.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Whoa!

Time to go home, folks.

The Creator may be tough,

but he ain't blind.

Climb aboard, Sonny.

- Do I have to?

- Well, you got nothing left to prove.

I'm gonna stay.

Refuge is a place of hard rules, Sonny.

I know what it is.

And I think I'm gonna make it.

Well, good luck to you, son.

Your seat will be here when you want it.

Come on!

SkyFury

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