The Petrified Forest Page #9

- Slim, get them out of there!

- You folks stay where you are for a while.

- Alan, keep down.

- Duke, you're forgetting something.

- Nix, pal. Get down.

- Get away from there.

- You think I'll let you slaughter them?

- Cut out the act, pal.

- I won't let you do it, Duke.

Okay, pal.

I'll be seeing you soon.

Alan!

He did mean it.

Which way did they go?

You can head them off

through that back door.

Be careful, those are innocent

people on the running boards!

- You said you wanted to live!

- I know I did.

- And I'll live with you, I will.

- I know I did. I was blind then.

Now I can see.

Gramp! Dad! Somebody,

come here, quick.

You know, they were right,

Gabrielle. The stars, I mean.

I had to come all this

way to find a reason.

The Duke...

understood what it was I wanted.

I hope you...

I hope you...

What, Alan?

What did you say?

Alan!

Are you all right, old man?

- I guess he's dead.

- Sure, he's dead.

Mantee couldn't have missed twice.

Funny thing, Gabby. His life insurance

for $5000 is made out to you.

It looks real too.

Said he wanted you to spend it on

a trip to France to see your mother.

Funny thing about that feller.

I never could make him out.

- We'll bury him out in the Petrified Forest.

- What?

- That's what he said he wanted.

- Sure.

- That's what he said.

- Well...

Maybe his next of kin will

have something to say about it.

I've got to phone the

sheriff at Flagstaff.

Sheriff's office, Flagstaff.

Yeah. Jason Maple.

Mantee was here.

What? They got him?

Great work. They got Mantee.

They never get away with

that stuff long, you know.

- Yeah.

- Took you a long while to get him, though.

Thus in your field My seed

of harvestry will thrive

For the fruit is

like me that I set

God bids me tend it

with good husbandry

This is the end for

which We twain are meant

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