The Duel Page #2
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- 2016
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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
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.
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