The Comancheros Page #8

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big ugly one and not the handsome one.

He has definite indications

of character in his face.

That big nose that someone broke at

one time, the scars above the eyebrows

all show that at one time he has enforced,

or tried to enforce, his will upon others.

Obviously a man of great determination.

Thank you, Mr Graile. Compliments are

always welcome, no matter what the source.

- A wonderful man!

- Papa, stop this!

I'm in no mood. I'm leaving

and I wish you would leave, too.

Iron Shirt can get you to the south

and from there, the world is wide.

You can go where you choose.

Why should I die in a place other

than the one I made for myself?

- Why are you so anxious that I leave?

- This place is no longer safe.

The authorities know its location.

I'm afraid the noble

chief may not rejoin us.

He inherited that armour from his

grandfather who fought the Conquistadores.

I leap to the conclusion

that you are the authorities.

I was afraid that the little

lady's remark would spill the beans.

Now, Papa, in a very short time,

a company of rangers is

gonna come boiling in here,

and you'll hurry your

end if you don't behave.

Mr McBain, you're introducing

a discordant note here.

He followed these two. They

signalled back and forth.

Ah, what a shame. It looks

like company's not coming.

Mr McBain, would you mind

handing over your pistol?

Monsewer...

charge.

What's your story? Saving bullets?

Couldn't afford the sound of a shot.

- You looked to be doing all right.

- For a while there, it was even money.

- Now, Papa...

- Not quite, Mr McBain.

Gordo!

Well, get him off me!

- Is that a closet?

- Yes.

Keep a lookout on the terrace.

My daughter forgets

that in the eyes of Texas

justice, she may not

be an innocent party.

You know the oath you put so much

faith in, the words men live by?

Make up your mind to this. When we get over

the top o' the rim, we're partin' company.

You can take him north, but

she and I are goin' south.

- Mexico?

- For a start.

There's 1,000 miles of Indian

territory. Apache and Yaqui.

I figure she's worth it.

You made it, Monsewer! That's love.

You're all fools.

But it's fun sometimes,

particularly when you're their age.

You really think you'll make it, huh?

You ordered the wagon.

And now, Papa, we'll

just sit quietly and wait.

He was only 18 years old.

I'm going to take particular

delight in seeing you hang.

Esteban, I ask you to

endure great risk for me.

Esteban, make your choice.

All trussed up like a

pigeon ready for market.

Bring those rifles and cartridges.

Yahoo! Comanchero!

Comanchero! Comanchero!

Charge, Monsewer!

Hand me that lantern!

Look!

Paul!

Yah, it's the rangers!

The best in Texas! Ha-ha!

Load this.

Well, Monsewer.

Looks like I've lost you again.

Mr McBain, or whatever your name is,

we'll miss you.

We've kind of gotten used to you.

Big Jake! Don't forget

to mend those fences.

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