Aballay, el hombre sin miedo Page #2

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Smile.

Pig, go get Benavides.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Here's a present for you

to wear tonight.

Nice day, isn't it?

Yes.

Nice...

Hello.

Commander Frutos,

La Malaria's Judge of the Peace.

And who are you?

I asked what your name was!

Julian Erralde.

Mr. Erralde is working for us

And how long are you staying?

Not long.

That's OK. People from big cities

are not good at field chores.

Come here, Pig!

Here's a son of yours!

Ramon... Easy...

You can prepare it

for the feast tonight.

And you, Juana, get ready.

I'll send for you tonight.

Sure. Here's the money.

What business do you have

with these people?

Come, Pig! We have to prepare

the party for tonight!

I see you in the light of dusk

walking with your girl, and I'm behind.

I don't know where you're from

or what your name is,

I bark at you for a while,

but you don't even look at me.

I dream that you come and get me,

we get stuck together, then we go to sleep.

In the light of dusk I watch you go by

I return home alone, then I start to bark.

Music man, stop the music!

You all know our sacred values:

God, our Nation and our families.

So I've gathered you here today

to leave my path of sins

and tell you that

I'm getting married.

Cheers!

Cheers, Commander!

Long live Commander Frutos.

Stop it!

Here's my future bride,

so happy she's almost crying.

Let's hear it for her,

poor thing!

Bring her to me, Vargas!

Come here, girl!

We'll continue with the ceremony.

The religious one

will take place some other day.

You don't like the ceremony, baby?

What a pity, darling!

Grab her!

Now we'll have this one.

This is the real ceremony.

Dead One!

Let her go!

Oh, we have a guest.

What's wrong with you?

You fallen in love with her?

I'll show you

who's mounting this mare!

Afucking gaucho roulette!

Musicians...

We need some music!

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where are you? I'll find you...

Where is he? Maybe here,

maybe there...

I don't know, but I'll find you.

I'll find you.

Where are you?

Where's the big city guy!

Where are you?

Where are you?!

Let's see...

Go, go!

The Dead One's responsible,

Godfather.

Do you think he'll be OK?

He's hurt. If you don't

take care of him, he'll be blind.

F***! Sh*t!

I'm sorry I got you involved

in this, Godfather.

Dear, you know I curse just because.

But if in a case like this

you don't ask me for help,

I won't talk to you again.

You understand, "Negro"?

We must run away from here.

I'll go get Pastrana.

Take this. Just in case.

Tell The Pauper to be careful.

That's a package

stolen from the Dead One.

I'm blind.

I can't see.

Of course, you really hurt your eyes.

Don't touch the bandage.

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