The Duel Page #5

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when no one was watching.

Thank you for sharing,

Marisol.

He wanted us to escape.

Abraham:

Did he, now?

Well, we're going to give you

that chance, David.

These three men have yet

to experience

the thrill of the hunt.

I've decided to afford them

this one unique opportunity.

Obviously,

you're disadvantaged,

so we'll give you

till first light tomorrow.

The time until then

is yours.

I've given you a rifle

and a generous amount

of shells.

Gentlemen?

Please get him

dressed and fed.

Please put this on.

Marisol?

Why are you doing this?

Marisol?

You are not

from the town.

What is your name?

David Kingston.

I'm a ranger.

I am Maria.

Maria Calderon.

Your uncle's

looking for you.

Thank you.

Best get on now,

miss Calderon.

How do you know

he would've come

this way?

I've known

where this boy's been

headed his entire life.

He was wounded

something fierce

from the fight.

Probably dead

anyway.

I assure you,

gentlemen, he is not.

Whoa, whoa.

- Sh*t! Sh*t!

He ain't dead!

God damn it!

- Clem:
God damn it!

- Silas:
Get your head down!

- Hoot:
I knew it, I knew it.

- Clem:
Sh*t!

Hoot:

Son of a b*tch.

What are we going

to do, Abraham?

Sh*t!

There goes the horses.

We gotta go back.

We can't stay here.

Please,

i-- I can't fight.

I can't-- i--

oh! Ah!

Ah!

Ah, f***.

I'm guessing

you didn't foresee this.

You should thank me

for taking your father.

You were born that day.

If he raised you,

you would not be the man

you've become.

Our entire lives

spent denying death

its dominion.

Seems its answer

for us will be...

Painful and slow.

We deserve it

for all we've done.

Futile to toil

over such things.

Forces you

to look inward

and examine

the monster you truly are.

Don't go exempting

yourself.

You'll answer the same

as everyone else.

David, I was never born

nor will I ever truly die.

Aw, you'll die, all right.

You'll die right here.

Your leg will swell.

You'll scream

and try to kill yourself

to save the pain.

The stench will lead them

to our bodies in a week

and this scene will show

what I have made of you.

Word will spread

of your death.

They'll hiss your name,

call you a murderous

son of a b*tch

and a fraud.

The only thing

they'll remember of you

will be me.

Men:

Get him! Get him!

Yes!

Abraham:

I made you.

And so I end you.

Calderon:

You did send your rangers

out to the town

to corroborate the stories

that my niece gave you

along with the prisoners?

The-- the town

was abandoned.

And the prison?

It doesn't appear

to exist.

Did your niece

say anything else

regarding David Kingston

or his wife?

Calderon:

She said he was badly wounded

when he freed the prisoners

and he rode out

into the brush alone,

never to be seen again.

But she made no mention

of a woman.

Perhaps you will allow me

a small detail

to go out

and search for him.

I don't think so, general.

He rode off into the brush

for a reason.

If he wants to,

he'll ride back out again.

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