The Unholy Four Page #4

Caldwell?

You better dig your grave.

Drop that gun!

If I was that easy to surprise,

I'd a been dead a long time back.

Now turn around, slowly.

Chuck!

Chuck, wait!

That's your father!

You're lying!

They set a trap for you.

You're lying!

Chuck, you're a Caldwell.

Is it true?

Yes.

I come here just about every night,

to visit your grave.

It's good to have you home again, Chuck.

I'm real glad.

Damn Udo, no soul.

I'll make him pay for these

three years of torture.

Now this is between

the Udo's and me.

And it's something I've gotta do myself.

Son, you don't remember the Hellish

things they are capable of.

We've gotta work together,

to get em what they deserve.

Please.

I'm mixed up enough as it is.

Don't make it any worse for me.

Better think it over Chuck.

Hate can keep a man

from thinking straight.

Better sleep on it.

You too, Dad.

Why does he hate me?

He doesn't hate you.

You know, Chuck...

You were our first child.

I guess your mother and

I favored you over him.

Is that the only reason?

Try and understand, Chuck.

He was with you, when you

had that hunting accident.

He thought you were dead

when he left you at

that old cabin at the

far end of the ranch.

He came back here and

told us what happened.

But, by the time we had got there.

The cabin had burned to the ground.

And you had disappeared.

There was no trace of you.

I'm here.

But nothing is familiar.

Not a thing.

I don't even remember you, even though

I'm sure you are my father.

There's only one thing I remember,

and that's the Udo's

Tom Udo!

What do you want!

Your life!

Why don't you come and get it?

Woody!

Woody!

Brainless, idiot.

Tom Udo!

I'm comm after you.

Chuck! Don't shoot, we're coming out.

We ain't armed.

You ain't about to shoot an unarmed man.

Chuck! watch out!

No, no, don't!

Don't kill me boy.

It was Tom's fault. It was his doing.

I just did what he said.

Believe me, Chuck, I had to.

You don't know Tom,

Don't kill him, Chuck.

He is my father, please.

Alan?

You have about as many lives

as cat, eh Chuck Mool?

You, throw down that rifle.

Go on, throw it down!

You're crazy.

What do you want?

To see you dead.

I thought I had taken care

of you three years ago.

This time there will be no mistakes.

Go inside.

It's about time you learned to

the truth about yourself, Chuck.

Dad's not your real father,

and we're not brothers.

You aren't even a Caldwell.

But you are my brother.

No, you are not my father's son.

And you're not a Caldwell.

It can't be Alan.

Don't you understand? Your

father's not a Caldwell.

Now you listen.

I ain't gonna let you take

away what's due to me.

Yeah, cause it's my birthright

you're gonna inherit.

And me?

Who am I?

What's my name?

Who am I?

You're just a bastard, Chuck.

No.

Right after the war, while

Dad was still away,

the ranch was attacked

by a gang of outlaws.

They raped Ma, and you're the result.

You see, you're just the son of an outlaw.

Dad has never accepted the

fact, but I know it's true.

The name Caldwell, and the cattle, and

the ranch are mine, and mine alone,

Do you understand now?

You're a bastard, Chuck.

No!

Nooooo!

Alan?

- Yes.

Alan, Stop!

Chuck!

Alan.

Alan.

Why'd you do it, why?

You're too fast, even,

even, even though, I practiced,

and practiced.

Is it true what he said.

That you're not my real father?

Chuck!

Where you going?

Chuck!

Wait!

Where you going?

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