Three Violent People Page #7

in the future.

There's the woman.

Of course. A clean sweep.

Sure.

Seor Colt.

My brothers and I wish to say farewell.

Of course,

Papa could say it much better.

Our hearts are very sad, Seor Colt...

but we must go.

The seora will be out in a moment,

Seor Colt.

- Seora?

- One moment, Maria.

I wanted to give you this.

It's the bill of sale for the horses.

- I wanted to talk to you, too.

- There's been enough said. Too much.

Well, I've been thinking about you

and the baby...

and how you feel about the baby.

You'll have trouble selling the horses

without that.

I'm not selling the horses.

You'll need them

to keep the ranch alive.

- If you're taking my son...

- I'm not taking the baby.

I want him to have Bar S.

It's more than

I could ever give him, so...

Colt, listen to me.

When you're raising the boy,

will you try to remember something?

Try to remember that

people aren't perfect. They just aren't.

They make mistakes.

And when they do, they suffer.

They pay. Inside themselves, they pay.

So when he makes his mistakes,

and he will...

try to find it in you to forgive him.

- Lorna, wait.

- Seor, a rider comes.

- Get out.

- But the rider is Seor Cinch.

You said you'd kill me

if I set foot on Bar S.

I'm on Bar S and you're wearing a gun.

You got a reason for coming here?

Might be I came back

to get something belonged to me.

- Hello, Lorna.

- Hello, Cinch.

No need to say you're beautiful.

You'll be that when you're 80.

It's that kind of beauty.

Hands high! Everybody.

Remember, amigos,

you're a large family.

There'll be many

to mourn the foolish one...

or two, or three.

Whoever makes the first move.

Now careful, real careful.

Undo those gun belts.

Do it, amigo.

Not you, Colt.

You keep your gun.

Vaquero, back against the wall. ndale!

Now, everybody be real still.

You've been a hero since the day

you carried me in from the south range.

And ever since, I stood in your shadow.

The cripple and his big brother.

- I always thought you were a loco.

- Walk soft, gran vaquero.

Now, hero...

you have until the bottle is empty

to draw.

And then I'll kill you in cold blood...

whether you have

a gun in your hand or not.

Go on, draw, hombre.

That wouldn't fit the hero:

A woman in the line of fire.

Draw!

- I can't.

- Can't.

It must be wonderful to have a woman

care that much whether you live or die.

There's the end of the whiskey.

Draw or I'll kill you!

I can't.

All right.

You win, you old goat.

Don't nobody move a muscle.

All right, all of you, reach.

A little room.

You, too.

Nice and high.

That's it.

Give it a kick.

- The Commissioner says to go ahead.

- He don't want them outside?

No. In here.

- Quick, you cover this side.

- Right.

Come on!

Seora.

You weren't even frightened.

He's fine.

He's gone.

At times,

a Saunders has not lived well...

but they always die well.

Poor Cinch.

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