Un Minuto Per Pregare, Un Instante Per Morire (A Minute to Pray, a Second to Die) Page #2

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Pa! Pa!

Come on. McCord!

Let's go for a ride!

Let him go! Let him go!

l'll kill you!

Kraut strung him up three days ago.

Said he Was cheating at cards.

They'll pull him doWn tomorroW,

l guess.

-ls there anybody else you Want?

-Leave me alone!

Oh, dear.

Yes, sirree!

l demand my rights as a

Wife beater!

Beat her for years, l did. Makes me

a bona fide criminal.

l Want my amnesty.

NoW, you have to promise not to

beat her anymore, all right?

Sure l do.

Folks, you've just seen an example

of amnesty at Work,...

a desperate outlaW looking

for forgiveness...

from the people of Tascosa.

And if all the outlaWs We have

to accept...

are as rough and ready as that...

We'll gladly join our governor in

his policies. Right? Right.

Marshal Colby.

Bounty hunters...Waiting just outside

of toWn, Marshal.

Got some merchandise to hand over.

Today?

Don't let them into Tascosa.

l'll be right there.

Fred Duskin...

Clay McCord's man.

That's $500 reWard.

NoW move off and keep going.

Any big ones shoW up to ask for

amnesty, Marshal?

Not yet.

l told you, Seminole, lt's all

a joke.

lt's no joke. lf an outlaW

comes in...

You'll give it to him.

Yeah. We're all in the same

business, Marshal.

Wiping out the no-good trash.

Let's get out of here.

Don't Worry, Marshal,

With us out here...

ain't no man With a price on his

head gonna bother you.

And you better get that ten

grand together...

'cause it's McCord We'll bring

in next.

Who's next?

l think Clay is next, right Ed?

What's that? lt's my turn.

Don't listen to the old bum.

He's lucky We even let him

hang around.

Sit doWn and relax.

Clay?

You remember me, don't you?

lt's Jonas.

No.

l Was pals With your pa...

prospecting gold together...

before he ran into that spot of

trouble in Bingham.

Stop slobbering all over me!

What happened in Bingham, Jonas?

lt Was sad... tragic like.

Pa McCord all eaten up inside.

Epilepsy Was What it Was.

What?

The fits.

A real man like he Was.

What Would he do, for instance?

Get the shakes.

-Terrible thing to Watch.

-Shut up!

Clear out, Jonas!

What?

Beat it.

Don't let him touch you, Clay.

He'll slit you from ear to ear.

Why?

Don't shoot.

That fella you killed a feW days

ago, he Was my son.

You mean the one that tried to

shoot me in the back?

All right, one death in the family...

We'll let it go at that.

Well. What are you Waiting for?

Let's have some service.

You knoW, if you do cut my throat...

l'll still have plenty of time to

take you With me.

My hands are shaking.

So are mine...

so We both got to be real careful.

Got the fits like your pa.

Ain't that a pity?

Won't be long you'll be having'em

right in the streets.

KnoW What. McCord?

Long as you're craWlin'...

you ought to craWl yourself all

the Way to Tascosa...

beggin' for that amnesty.

There's a shoW.

Step right up, folks...

and see the number one gun

have a fit...

and When he's finished, kiss the

Marshal's hand.

l could sell a million tickets to

that one.

l didn't assign a Watch. Seein' as

hoW the cells are empty.

Unless you Want a man on duty,

Marshal.

No, not necessary.

What the sam hill did l do With

those keys?

Not these, the ones for

the jailhouse.

Right over here, Marshal.

l got 'em.

Thanks.

Good night.

-Night.

-Night.

Good night, Marshal.

Good night, Butler.

Smokin' is bad for your health.

So is holdin' a gun on a Marshal.

Yeah. Well, let's go someplace

Where We can talk.

Such as?

HoW's your office?

Hey, Marshal!

You make up some story and

get rid of him.

ls anything Wrong?

Goin' back to the jail to look

for the keys.

Been lookin' for 'em all day.

Yeah, the keys.

You'll find them in the top

left-hand draWer.

Good night.

Night.

That's one for the books...

handcuffing a Marshal.

What is it you're after, McCord?

The amnesty.

A man doesn't ask for amnesty the

Way you're doing it.

Well Marshal, if l'd just come

in here...

Without my guns or nothing,...

the picture l get is me askin' you

for amnesty...

While l'm all full of holes.

You got a point there.

So you really Want to chuck

this life?

That's right.

You mean it?

Hand on the Bible.

-Ever read it?

-A little.

Marshal, l need the amnesty...

but l need some money to go

With it.

What are you driving at? You got

fifty bucks.

That's the deal.

Marshal, l figure l'm Worth a lot

more than that to you.

You do? Why?

lf l come in, all the others Will

come in right after me.

You're not Worth a red cent to

me, McCord,...

not you or the others. No, no

amnesty for you.

Your record stands, and you'll

pay for it.

Who you got in there, Marshal?

lt's Clay McCord! lt's Clay Mc...

Keep an eye on the office. You come

With me.

Clear out the street. Clay McCord's

in there.

Closer. Get behind.

You Won't get aWay, McCord.

We'll get you even if you run

to Escondido.

Your only chance to get out of

this alive is if l do.

Don't expect me to bargain

With you.

You Won't, but they Will.

All right. NoW, You all clear off

this street...

or you got yourselves a

dead marshal.

Shoot.

Shoot!

Look out!

lt's the Escondido Bunch!

They're raiding again!

lt's no use. We'll never find him

in this forest.

He's probably halfway to

Escondido by noW.

Come on, We're headin' home.

Got to get better quick.

You Will.

l'll help you.

You haven't see me, understand?

Not until l'm better...

or these coyotes Will be

all over me.

l haven't seen you.

Nobody Will.

l'll keep you right here With me.

l'll find some grub...

make you strong again.

Someday l'm gonna take you Where

people eat until they bust.

Where's that?

Care to register, Mister?

Later.

Have my bag brought up to my room,

Will you, please?

Boy?

l think l'll take a look around.

l've never been in your

toWn before.

Sure thing, Mister.

You got a light, Mister?

Thank you.

Anything exciting ever happen in

this toWn?

Are you kiddin'? Less than a Week

ago, We had more...

Shut up, Lou.

What happens in Tascosa ain't

nobody's business but our oWn.

Looks like you've got something

to hide, friend.

What's it to you?

What's it to you?

Nothing.

Just curious.

lt don't pay to be too curious,

Mister. Remember that.

Well. We can't be too careful,

can We?

That's right, sir.

With that amnesty business

goin' on...

any outlaw's liable to pop up, grab

What he Wants...

and never even be put behind bars

at all.

l take it you're against

the amnesty.

HogWash. That's all it is.

We don't Want any part of it in

Tascosa.

lt's the laW.

Marshal Colby's keepin' the laW

around here...

and keepin' the trash out, too.

You just passin' through, Mister?

That's right... just passing through.

Hear you been askin' a lot of

questions around toWn, Mister.

ls there anything Wrong in that?

Well, depends on the questions.

What is it you're after?

Just getting the feel of Tascosa.

This is a nice, quiet toWn.

We don't Want any trouble or

troublemakers.

To my knoWledge, l haven't

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