Johnny Yuma Page #2

Whose deal is it?

Your deal, Harvey.

-Good.

Threehundred.

Fantastic!

-I'm out.

you know, Matt? I think

I'll just raise your five.

your five... and three over.

Matt... I'm gonna see it.

And I'm even gonna show you.

That don't beat a diamond flush.

you used the Pittsburgh muffle

system, I supposed.

you drew three cards

to make a flush, eh Matt?

Why don't you marry him, Lizzie?

I would be lying in a barn.

He sleeps with his horse.

He said he can't appreciate

my eastern manners.

No, I'm out.

How about fivehundred, amigo?

Another fivehundred.

That's too high for me.

How about you, McLaren?

- you can count me out.

Even a thousand?

-Are you gonna bet it or not?

Queen high flush.

-Mh-mh.

One, two, three... four K boys

and another card.

Sorry, buddy.

It's all mine. (opp: you liar)

Oet the hell out!

Carramba... que mu jer!

Oh Dios, mucho dinero y todo para mi!

Atencion!

A palm gun.

you're covered.

Nice holster.

I'll trade it.

Mh-mh.

Hey, Yuma! We beat them up, eh?

Would you know how to get to Santo Margo?

-Si, seguro.

Through the shortcut of Gates valley?

-Sure, I do.

Good.

Ahi, ahi, no padron. You break my hands. No, believe me,

padron, believe me. The shortcut was here.

Ahi, ahi, no padron. You break my hands. No, believe me,

padron, believe me. The shortcut was here.

Ahi, ahi, no, padron, my ear.

No, my, no, my ear. No, no.

Believe me, I tell you the truth.

The truth, nothing but the truth. Ahi, ahi.

The winds, padron, it must have been

the winds. They covered up the trail.

I swear, Boss. This is where the trail

used to be. Ahi!

I need you... I need you to show me the way.

Ah, with your water I may still

get to Santa Margo.

you mean, you leave me...

Me, here, in the desert alone?

No, patron! No.

No! Is not possible with

no water to drink.

No! Don't leave your little Zorito.

No, padron!

No! No! Padron!

Agua. Sorry! Agua.

Oh, Madre de Dios!

Gracias, gracias.

Buenos dias.

Is this the right road to Santa Margo?

The Felton Ranch.

Hey!

-Mh?

Hey, what you got?

No! It's not yours! It's not yours

Let go of me, let go.

You robbed me! They're mine!

They're mine!

Ah, shut up, you sniveling little brat.

-Let go of me. Let go of me.

Ah, go take a bath, you grumpy

little Mexican!

Excuseme, sir.

- It's all right, son.

you don't have to excuse yourself.

They do.

Hey, Hackett where does he come from?

I don't know. It looks like some out of the country.

All right, kid. Go on, go home.

You want me to excuse myself...

then get off your horse.

Excuseme.

What do you want?

A room.

With a bath.

Welcome to Santa Margo.

you'll be our guest now.

This is for you.

You will be our guest for... the

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