Ambush at Dark Canyon Page #2

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I'm Jesse Helms, from the Gazette.

I was hoping I could talk to you.

I'd've thought you people'd

take the hint by now.

I didn't mean to intrude, sir.

Knocked on the door, and it fell open.

You know, I could've blown

your goddamn head off.

And I'd've been well within my rights.

But, since I just saved your life,

why don't you have a drink with me?

No thank you, sir. I'm on the clock.

Whose clock? Not my clock.

Well, in that case, a small one, sir.

Why don't you rest your butt?

Make yourself comfortable.

Thank you, sir.

You know, my...

Chief said that you didn't

like to talk too much.

Your chief? You mean Morgan Heinz?

Well, pay no attention to Morgan Heinz.

He's nothing but a damned old blowhard.

Only thing he's interested in...

is a good scandal so as he can sell

more sheets of that rag he puts out.

Heinz said that if I didn't talk to you,

then I'd be out of a job.

Well, that's too bad.

However, I hear the pig farm

down the road is hiring.

You know, sir, I don't wanna waste

any more of your time.

I'll see myself out.

I inherited this gun...

from Duke Donovan the day he died.

Marshal Duke Donovan?

The very one.

Was that the gun he used in the robbery?

Is that why Heinz sent you here?

Talk about Duke Donovan?

Well, yes, sir. It is.

Well...

I suppose if you're looking

for the truth...

that's where it all began.

With Donovan.

By 1892,

some say the legend of Duke Donovan

had begun to eclipse the man.

He never had any children.

On account of their getting married

later in life.

Just a wife he loved fiercely.

But their passion for each other

more than made up for it.

Their love was constant.

Through thick and thin, she stood by him.

Has the jury reached their verdict?

We have, your honor.

We, the above entitled jury do hereby

find Duke Donovan guilty on all counts.

Order! Order in the court! Order!

Now, the punishment for such a crime

is to hang by the neck until dead.

However... in light of your many years

of community service,

and your impeccable service record,

the court has decided

to grant you a reprieve.

Therefore, you are hereby sentenced

to life imprisonment

at Yuma territorial prison.

Where you shall do hard labor

for the rest of your life,

without the possibility of parole.

This court's adjourned. Take him away.

Duke came to Yuma prison

in the spring of 1893.

His arrival was the talk of the place.

He had as many enemies in Yuma

as he did admirers.

He'd put half of them in there.

He was a quiet, deliberate man.

And those eyes...

no one ever forgot those eyes.

All hands at attention!

Warden's on the floor!

I'd like to take a moment to...

personally welcome you all to Yuma.

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