El Dorado Page #2

I did. The sheriff.

His story is a little different

from yours

Well, perhaps the law

doesn't quite see it my way.

Since when did hired guns get choosy?

- You're paid to...

- I'm paid to risk my neck.

I'll decide where and when

I'll do it. This isn't it.

I've got an idea you just don't want

to go up against Sheriff J P Harrah.

You know, you're just about right.

- You think he's that good?

- I tell you he's that good.

And, Mr Jason,

I see you don't wear a gun.

So I guess you always hire it done.

I'll give you

a little piece of advice.

If this bunch is all you've got,

don't tangle with Harrah.

'Cause they don't look tough enough

to me to stomp a stringy jackrabbit.

Well, Thornton, if that's

the way you think, I don't want you.

That's good enough for me...

Fancy vest, go ahead

and pull that rifle if you want to,

but you better speak to your boss

before you use it,

'cause he'll be dead

before I hit the ground.

Don't be a damn fool, Joe.

Go over there where he can see you.

I'll remember what you said,

Mr Thornton.

You do that.

Don't shoot no more, mister.

Please.

I won't.

Let me have a look at it.

- It's bad, isn't it?

- It isn't good.

My insides feel like they're on fire.

- Can I make you more comfortable?

- No, don't touch me, please.

- What's your name, son?

- MacDonald.

Luke MacDonald.

I can't stand it.

- Kevin MacDonald's boy?

- One of 'em.

I'm gonna have to get you home.

No, don't move me.

Please don't move me.

It's no use. I know it ain't no use.

Pa told me. Just don't touch me.

Well...

- There were two shots, Pa.

- I heard 'em.

- Luke should be back by now.

- I know.

Oh, no.

- Are we going, Pa?

- Where?

- Luke could be in bad trouble.

- If he is, we won't be any help now.

He went there to warn us.

He's warned us.

Better off here, where there's cover.

Find a good place inside that shed.

Jos and Miguel, go with him.

Danny, Felipe, come here.

Over behind that wall.

You gals, get in the house.

- Matt, we'll wait inside.

- All right, Pa.

Matt, go to that window.

Do nothing till I tell you.

Come out and get your boy.

- He's dead, ain't he?

- He's dead.

Jos, Miguel,

get him down from there.

- What happened?

- Luke, he's been killed.

I'm waiting to hear what happened.

I'll tell you what happened.

You left a boy out there

to do a man's job.

He went to sleep.

When I came by, he woke up,

jumped up and started firing his gun.

All I saw was somebody

shooting at me from the rocks.

- Cole Thornton.

- Yes, ma'am.

I don't believe you.

I don't care much, miss,

whether you do or not.

Pa's handling this. Just wait.

Get in the house, girl.

How do you know he was asleep?

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