The Duel Page #2

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showed a town.

Mount hermon, I believe.

Someone had

the good sense

to chart it.

We figured we'd

practice the same good sense

to stop and make use.

She family or help?

My apologies.

My name is David Locke.

This is my wife Marisol.

Of course, if there's

some trouble in town,

we could return

to fort McIntosh

and pass on word for you.

You need to see

the preacher.

Put that down.

We have new guests.

They're asking for lodgings.

They shall have it.

Welcome to mount hermon.

From where is it

that you come?

Houston, sir,

by way of fort McIntosh.

My name is David Locke.

This is my wife Marisol.

I'm Abraham brant.

You've met my son Isaac.

He says welcome.

Abraham:

I am mount hermon's mayor

and law when there's need,

but I am unfailingly

the town's ethereal counselor.

Marisol,

are you religious?

I'm spiritual,

but I do not like

religion, sir.

Me neither.

And you, David?

My wife and i

are one and the same, sir.

Please,

we are not formal here.

"Abraham" works just fine.

- Abraham:
Morning.

- Man:
Morning, Abraham.

Here we are.

Make yourself at home.

Thank you, Abraham.

All we need now

is some rest.

I'll leave you to it.

Buenas noches, Marisol.

Mr. Locke.

We'll be here only as long

as we need to.

Just stick to the story,

let me do my job

and we can leave

this place,

just as easy

as we came in.

Okay?

Okay.

Morning, gentlemen.

Isaac:

What are you

doing out here?

I never let the sun

catch me sleeping.

And I enjoy acquainting myself

with any new place.

How'd you find your cabin?

It was fine, Abraham.

Thank you.

- And Marisol?

- She's tired, resting.

If she's unsatisfied,

i could drop off

another blanket,

keep her warm.

Well, it's a large bed.

I doubt you'd have a blanket

big enough.

Isaac, you go on

without me today.

Mr. Locke is going

to join me for breakfast.

Well, i-- I thought

we was going to go down--

do I need to hold

your hand, boy?

Forgive my friends, David.

Their charming qualities

don't shine through

at the outset.

You strike me

as an educated man.

I've managed to fool you.

You hide it

from your eyes well,

but it sits

on your shoulders

plain as day.

You are a man

in search of something.

Perhaps absolution.

You don't strike me

as the type

to hide his meaning

in vocabulary.

Indeed.

We don't get a lot

of uninvited guests this way.

So why are you here?

There's no real plan to it.

I inherited my father's

mercantile in San antone.

I ran it for some years.

Things got rough.

I was robbed, shot.

Both of us felt

it was time to move on,

head nowhere particular.

My wife's family

are in Ciudad Victoria.

We figured we'd strike out

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