The Left Handed Gun Page #6

People will take it

away from me anyway.

Go on.

- Billy.

- Open the door.

You do not want to come back here.

- No, open the door, Saval.

- Go away, please.

Go away. I give you some money.

- Help you get a horse.

- No. No.

I stay here.

They chase you. They

know you will come here.

I got no place else.

- Mexico?

- No, no, right here with you.

I'll stay here.

Fever.

- I have to.

- Like after the fire.

I have to, Saval.

Stay.

I'm gonna sleep.

- The Mexican people, they see you.

- They will not tell.

He's all fever.

- He can't stay here.

- In the back.

No, not now.

You can't stay here.

I have no place else to go.

- Not with us.

- Celsa, what do you want him to do?

- Stay with you.

- No!

What is it? What?

- With me. With...

- Not to him.

Don't kill him.

Celsa, you...?

You and him?

Oh, no, no, no, Saval.

Saval, please. I don't want him.

Get out.

I come here not to kill.

Not to kill him.

I lost Tom.

I lost Charley.

I can't read.

I got myself all killed.

Saval, you help me.

We don't want you.

You help me.

Please.

Billy.

Don't go for your gun.

Keep your hands away from your sides.

He's here.

Don't move, Billy.

I don't wanna kill you.

Not by him.

Please, Saval.

Billy.

Come to me.

Billy.

Come to me.

He went for an empty holster.

I couldn't see.

You come home now.

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