Firewalker Page #2

No, it's here.

Behind that tree.

Wait!

- We can't go in.

- Why not?

There's someone in there.

You saw something?

No, but...I'm sure there's

some old people in there...sleeping.

Well, we'll be real quiet.

Wonder how far it goes.

Hello!

Hello!

It's like a burial ground.

Old people...

sleeping.

Well, it's a bust.

Hey, Max, Patricia's gone.

I swear I'm gonna

get a leash for that woman.

Patricia!

Hey, you guys, I'm in here!

Welcome, gentlemen.

I really don't believe this.

Hey, what's this?

Wow...Aztec, Mayan...

There's a date...

1527, but it doesn't

make any sense.

What about this?

Oh, that's 16th century.

Spanish conquistador.

How about you, pal?

Can you tell us anything?

Nope, I didn't think so.

Look what I found.

I knew it!

I knew we'd find something!

Oh, man, that's the real deal.

Look at that.

It's beautiful.

But it's not the gold

we were looking for.

Don't be so pessimistic.

It's a hell of a start, though.

I don't understand it.

I'm so sure...

I'm gonna keep looking, you guys.

Wait, wait, wait!

"A moment frozen in time."

What is that?

- How the hell should I know?

- Shoot him.

Shoot it!

Damn... you know, you are

the worst shot I have ever seen.

Hell, I could have

hit him from there, too.

Cover!

He's got us pinned down.

I don't think there's

any more of 'em.

Lucky you're into knives.

One shot left.

- Oh, maybe you'd better let me do it.

- No, I can do it.

Nice shot.

Come on!

Drop the knife.

Step away from the girl.

Geez, I didn't tell him to jump.

Both--this is Aztec,

and here's the Mayan Sun God.

And he appears again

on the dagger, see?

Now, these hieroglyphics,

they give us the date 1527.

Aztecs...

Mayans...

Spaniards...

all on an Indian reservation.

It doesn't jive.

- El coyote.

- Who?

There is an Indian

on the reservation

who claims to be descended

from an Aztec priest,

but he's a very dangerous man.

Even to his people,

he's bad medicine.

However, there is another

that might be of help.

Who's that?

If only I could

remember his name.

Might as well take it all.

It'll solve a lot of time.

He's an old shaman

named Tall Eagle.

Honey. I'll meet you down

at the television studio.

Oh. no. now wait for me. honey.

I'm going with you.

Now you just wait.

- Lucy. isn't that the--

- Yes. it is.

I got to thinking it was silly for

both of us to take our dresses back.

As long as Ethel

was taking hers back.

there was no reason

for me to take mine back.

- T all Eagle?

- I didn't say a word.

I'll go get Mrs. Trumbull

to stay with Little Ricky.

- Ricky?

- What?

- I don't know why he puts up with her.

- Do you think Ethel will be mad at me?

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