Un Minuto Per Pregare, Un Instante Per Morire (A Minute to Pray, a Second to Die) Page #3

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broken any laWs.

lntend to see that you don't.

You're clearing out, Mister.

Not a very friendly toWn, Marshal.

Boys. Help this gentleman get

his things...

then escort him out of Tascosa.

All right, Mister. We've got a

nice, quiet jail in toWn...

Where you can cool off,

noW let's go!

Delighted, Marshal.

You're the man l came to

see anyWay.

My name is Lem Carter, Governor of

this territory.

Sorry boys, but l don't like to be

pushed around.

NoW Marshal, shall We proceed?

l took great care to respect the

letter of the amnesty.

Yeah...

and made damn sure they couldn't

even get in to surrender.

l knoW about your roadblocks.

As of this moment, l'm lifting the

siege on Escondido.

l'll arrange With the local

merchants...

to cart supplies up there...

and reneW their hopes for

the future.

My instructions Will be to

tell them...

in no uncertain terms to come in...

and Wipe the slate clean, to start

a neW life.

That's right, Marshal.

l'll even say it to Clay McCord.

l knoW he came here, and you let

him get aWay.

Well, let me tell you something.

l don't care Why he Wants amnesty.

Only one thing is important.

l Want him to knoW that Lem Carter...

the governor of NeW Mexico...

is Willing to give it to him.

Hey Cheap, Where's McCord?

-There you are, madam.

-Hey. Cheap!

Will you ever be back?

At the go vernor's pleasure.

Cheap, l asked you something, come

over here and ansWer me.

You people better treat me right...

or this is the last you'll see

of me.

Could be the last anybody sees you.

Don't you threaten me.

You Want the amnesty, don't you?

Hell, no.

None of my boys Want it, either.

We don't Want McCord givin' our

people ideas.

So Where is he?

Well, isn't he here?

ln Escondido.

l Was supposed to pass the Word

on to him.

Governor Carter's guaranteed him

safe conduct to Tascosa.

And that's a fact.

He got aWay from Colby's men the

other night in the forest.

Maybe he came back here, l don't

knoW, maybe he's dead.

That one don't kill easy.

Help yourself, friend.

Help yourself.

-HoW much?

-No, no paying customers...

at the governor's pleasure.

Where'd she get any cash?

Clay...

You took advantage of

my hospitality...

one time too many, McCord.

And to think you Was in such

a hurry...

to get amnesty at Tascosa...

When l had it up here for you

all the time.

Let's forgive him in our oWn

Way, boys.

HoW about a little snort, Clay?

Refreshin', ain't it?

Any more booze, Cheap?

Sure thing, barber.

Here.

Thanks.

Night, barber.

Have a snort, it'll do you good.

Sorry l didn't make my move

any quicker...

but l had to be sure they Was in

no mood to care.

Won't be long noW.

We'll be comin' into Tascosa.

All your Worries Will be over.

Governor Carter...

he's got his heart set on givin'

you amnesty...

and l'm takin' you in to get it.

There's fifty bucks in it for you

When you sign...

and l've got a sneakin' hunch...

a feW for myself for bringin'

you in.

HoW come? l thought they lifted

the roadblocks.

They're from Escondido.

-Where you off to. Cheap?

-What do you mean?

Didn't expect Kraut to let you run

out on him.

Not Cheap... he's a real good friend.

Oh yeah, l almost forgot.

Relax and unhitch one of the team.

Sure.

lf the governor Wants to talk to

me, l'm ready to talk.

Then get on board, l'll hitch the

team back up...

and We'll be in Tascosa before

daWn, huh?

Not in Tascosa.

You bring him to Beaver Head.

lt's handy for unexpected callers.

That Way, l'll knoW in advance...

hoW many places to set for

the party.

l'm supposed to be a businessman.

What's in this for me?

l'll split the fifty bucks

With you...

and let you have your horse back.

Sold!

There you are, governor...

Beaver Head.

-Thank you, Cheap.

-You're Welcome.

-McCord.

-Governor.

l didn't expect you'd really

shoW up.

l had doubts on my side, too.

About What?

You might not really Want

the amnesty.

What makes you so sure l Want

it noW?

lf you didn't, l think l'd be dead.

l Want it, all right.

Right here, aWaiting your

signature.

-And fifty bucks?

-Why, sure.

As soon as you sign it.

That is. lf l have it on me.

lf l don't...

you'll have to trust me till We

get back to Tascosa.

l trust you, governor.

You got plenty of credit With me.

lt's just the amount that needs

adjusting.

l don't folloW.

Come on governor, you didn't

really think...

l Was gonna come over for that

kind of money, did you?

You knoW, a man in my line of Work...

don't have nothing in reserve.

And When l make that neW start that

you're talking about...

l got to have something to make

it With.

So l figured 5.000 and We'll call

it square.

l come into toWn and sign

the paper...

and then you can shoW it off to

everybody, ok?

Why'd you get me up here...

just to Waste my time?

lt Was the only Way l could think

of to get both.

-Both What?

-The amnesty and the money.

Nobody's going to make you a

present of $5.000.

lt's not a present. lt's a reWard...

for not killing you.

This is hoW sure l am of you.

Shoot.

You're not going to kill the only

man in the World...

Who can keep the noose off

your neck.

l came to give you amnesty, not to

make you rich.

l need both.

Your claWs have been yanked,

McCord.

They're back along the trail

someplace.

How you doin', Cheap?

l can't see!

One little drink, and he's soused

to the gills.

l didn't kill him! McCord did it!

You don't say. Hear him, boys?

He didn't kill him.

HoW do you knoW McCord killed

my men?

l cut him doWn.

l see.

You and McCord must be

close friends.

Well, let's have a drink

to friendship.

No! Please!

Where's McCord?

With the governor.

With the governor in Tascosa?

Yes.

My boys saW you leavin' toWn With

the governor last night.

That's hoW come We Was Waitin' for

you When you come back.

What do you mean, McCord's With

the governor?

He is. lt's the truth.

At Beaver Head, not in Tascosa.

Get your horses, boys. We'll

finish him off.

lf there's anything l can't stand...

it's a fella Who rats on a friend.

You disgust me, Cheap.

Here.

We can't move him from here.

One jolt. We'd have a dead man on

our hands.

Whatever you do, Doctor.

Don't lose him.

You'll just be saving the hangman

trouble if he does.

Our only hope is to operate right

here, right noW...

and l can't promise you a thing,

governor.

Here, this is Whiskey.

You'll need it.

Thank you. Just put it there.

Pa! Lie quiet. Pa!

Epilepsy...

Was What it Was.

The fits, like your pa.

Ain't that a pity?

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

right in the streets.

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.

You're gonna wind up like your pa!

Like your pa!

You're gonna wind up like your pa,

McCord!

You're gonna wind up just like

your pa!

Like your pa. McCord!

Like your pa!

He's gonna wind up just like

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