Ambush at Dark Canyon Page #3

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I believe...

you'll find your stay here to be a tough,

but a fair one.

We work a six-day week

and rest on Sundays.

That's reserved for the good Lord.

I don't care who you are or what you did.

But in here, you're mine.

The government of this great territory

has asked us to assist

in the construction

of a new section of prison.

You'll get two squares a day.

But you'll have to work

damn hard for them.

However, in the end,

you'll manage to do something

you failed to do in your previous lives.

Make a positive contribution to society.

I consider myself a fair man.

Should you have a need

that has not been addressed,

my door is always open.

Ace high.

Godspeed in your work.

You ladies heard the warden.

Back to work.

Not you, Donovan. Come with me.

Come on!

You'll be stayin' in here. Warden Logan

thought it might be a good idea

to keep you away

from the rest of the populace.

Get changed. We'll come by

to collect your clothes.

Remember, ladies.

There is no talkin' on the line.

Unless you wanna be eating

your dinner through a straw.

Keep it down! Stay quiet!

Put your backs into it!

Hey!

Are you talkin' to me?

Yeah.

I like that pickaxe you got right there.

Say...

ain't you that law dog

everybody's been talking about?

Yeah.

That's me.

That's right! These rocks

ain't gonna break themselves!

Donovan began to settle in

to his newfound lot at life in Yuma.

Working by day and separated

from the other prisoners at night.

Many began to forget he was there.

As days turned to weeks,

the first month passed.

It looked like Donovan

was gonna be all right.

That is, until the day Will Penny...

and Cage Dalton arrived.

Dalton's ornery disposition

got him thrown in the hole immediately.

Straight to the hole.

As for Will Penny? Well...

He would have more to do

with the fate of Duke Donovan

than anyone could have ever realized.

That's right! Keep diggin'!

You want some?

No messin' around!

Is it true? That if the warden's

in a bad mood,

he makes us prisoners dig

with just the handles?

No?

What're you doing, kid?

Keep workin'!

Hey! Hey!

Get a hold of yourself, goddamn it.

Bunch of criminals.

Kid, kid, look at me.

You want Cane to hear you?

Son of a b*tch.

- Sorry about this, kid.

- No, no, no, no, no!

What's going on here?

I don't know.

I think he's scorpion-bit.

That true?

Yes. It's just like he said.

All right, all right.

Get him up on his feet.

Get him up on his feet, take him

to the wagon. Get him a drink of water.

Whole thing's gonna set us back today.

Warden's gonna blow up!

Take a little sip of water.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Donovan.

Warden's on the block!

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