Tremors 4: The Legend Begins Page #5

They're coming!

No, no, no, no. Wait, wait.

They will come from the north,

not from the south.

That is something else... or someone.

What poor soul

would be coming here now?

It's Mr. Gummer!

Come on! Whoa!

"A ferocious arrival"?

Well, now, maybe I'll

let you keep him after all.

Stop! Whoa, curse you! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, you intransigent beasts!

- Delighted to see you're all well.

- Hiram, they could be here any minute!

- I know.

- Whatever are you thinking?

That this idyllic Western retreat shall not

fall prey to these mindless predators.

I have a cache of weapons that would

impress even the late Black Hand Kelly.

One Sharps.52-calibre buffalo rifle.

One Remington 45-120 Rolling Block.

One Henry repeating rifle. Smaller caliber,

but impressive rate of fire.

One eight-gauge Remington... um...

derringer.

One LC Smith ten-gauge

stub twist coach gun.

And this.

A two-inch-bore punt gun.

Hiram, how did you get all of these

things? You don't have any money.

A wise friend once told me it's not

important how you spend your money,

but how you spend your life.

Hiram Gummer, what is it

you think we are going to do? Hm?

Madam, I intend we throw our visitors

a little corpse-and-cartridge occasion.

That we stand our ground and

fight these despicable beasts to the death!

We will fight!

Right.

It takes me two years to make you

leave China. You think I want to go back?

- We do it.

- We'll stomp 'em like snakes.

- We will burn them down.

- We'll smoke 'em up!

Ah, Juan. Knowing you,

you'll need a spare.

Gracias, amigo.

They'll probably be coming

from the north or the northeast.

Then we go out there and shoot them.

Too dangerous.

They can come up anywhere.

We dare not face them on their terms.

- Stake a horse. When they go for it...

- Tecopa, that's cruel.

Well, these are cruel times.

Can't we make noise

with something else?

That is a good idea, Fuito.

Any noise works.

It doesn't have to be a horse. We could

make noise on something like this.

Then when they come up, we shoot them.

Yes, an ambush. We will

lead them into our very gun muzzles.

We will make Rejection our last bastion,

our last line of defense.

- Our Alamo.

- Juan, we were the losers at the Alamo.

Speak for yourself, gringo.

More cans. I need more cans.

I'm eating as fast as I can.

What is all this?

When they come, how do we know

they come? We cannot see them.

- Well, that is a concern.

- When the ground shakes...

we know they are here.

Dandy.

What is a punt gun?

Something to do with shooting ducks.

A great many ducks.

"Pour in one pound of shot or balls.

Ram it down tight..."

Yup! Hyah!

Won't we need the horses?

I mean, if we lose the fight?

Can't have them making

unnecessary noise. Might spoil our trap.

And we're not going to lose, Fuito.

Shall we begin?

Maybe we should try again tomorrow.

Perhaps Pyong was right. Perhaps

they've bypassed us for Carson City.

I don't know.

The ridge at the south end of the valley

is all rock, like a big wall.

- I don't think they can get past it.

- They gotta be somewhere.

No! Fu, get inside!

- But I want to fight too!

- Fu, Fu.

The store is our fort.

We can't ever leave the fort unguarded.

You stay inside and keep guard.

You missed! With a cannon!

- Where did it go?

- Maybe the noise scared him away.

Mr. Gummer, it's coming!

It's coming back!

Hiram, quick!

Yeah!

It worked!

Ugh!

It stinks!

- There!

- Two more to go! Take your positions!

Fu Yien, back inside!

Juan!

Did it do that on purpose?

Juan, look out!

Cannot shoot through dirt.

Hyah! Hah!

Come on, you son of a b*tch!

Ay, caramba!

Tecopa, gracias.

Aston...

Astonishingly clever,

my man.

- It take your gun. Did it know?

- I fear they are very intelligent.

- But not as smart as us.

- No.

Not as smart as us.

And there's only one left.

Where the hell is it?

Let it show itself!

Tecopa...

- Is it leaving?

- No.

No, it's circling. Listening for prey.

What do we do?

It seems our rifles

aren't strong enough to kill it.

Without the punt gun, I fear we're lost.

So we just stop the fight, then? Give up?

Maybe we take traction engine.

Try to get away.

- It moves so slowly.

- And you would leave our town?

You have ideas for killing it?

A man must learn to sail in all winds.

We must do what we can

with what we have.

Well said.

You have black powder.

Maybe we could blow it up somehow.

Sure. We make big firecracker.

I know how.

Excellent - but quietly.

Move very, very slowly.

Fu Yien, you go inside

and get twine for fuse.

OK.

- What are you doing?

- Powder for the fuse must be very fine.

Almost there. Just another few minutes.

Fu...

Fu!

- I can't see the door.

- Fu, stay very quiet.

Make noise!

Out here! Hey!

Why doesn't it come for us?

For the noise?

I don't know.

They keep learning our every trick.

He's over here.

Fu!

Good boy. Good boy.

Hurry up. The wagon! In the wagon!

Get on.

- Oh, good Lord!

- Let's get the rifles.

The bomb!

- Pyong, you must finish the bomb.

- I need more time!

We'll never have time to finish that!

I have an idea.

Hijo de puta!

Pyong, that big belt.

Excellent, excellent.

Tecopa! Help us here!

- What we need is some kind of hook.

- I know where.

Over here, Juan!

Go.

Go!

Watch out!

Yes!

- Mrs. Lord, are you well?

- Yes. Are you all right?

Yes, I am.

Gracias, amiguito.

- You got 'em, Mr. Gummer.

- Yes, Hiram. You got 'em.

No, no.

We got 'em.

Well done, well done.

Hiram!

The bank has approved your loan. You

can hire new workers, reopen the mine.

Well, if I recall,

it no longer belongs to me.

It's yours, Hiram. It's your mine.

We couldn't cheat you that way.

You need it worse than we do.

That's very kind. But I'll only

assume ownership under two conditions.

"Conditions"?

We agree never to tell anyone

about the dirt dragons.

If word of them ever got out,

no one would ever settle here.

And the second condition?

That the first proceeds of the mine

are used

to build a hotel

and a market with real walls,

to pay off Juan's land, and, uh...

Tecopa, what do you want?

A new statue.

One that looks like me.

And to commission a statue for Tecopa.

Does everyone agree to this?

I am fearfully outclassed.

It's good you've decided to stay.

I shall personally supervise the mine - I

mean, as soon as I learn how it all works.

And I've selected

an excellent location for my home.

On high ground. Readily defended.

It will even have a basement.

That's a lot of room for one person.

Ideally, it... won't be for just one.

- Oh, I really am hopeless.

- You'll get better with a little practice.

In the meantime I bought something that

might aid in your success as a marksman.

Dandy.

Hiram?

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