Two Mules for Sister Sara Page #2

Well...maybe a nun ought not be so good-lookin'.

The way I look is of no importance.

I'm married to our Lord Jesus Christ.

That's what I'm steamed up about, if you'll pardon my being frank.

- I'm not offended, Brother Hogan. - Don't "Brother" me.

Excuse me.

Soldats, concentrez-vous de ce cote.

Les autres, avec moi.

They split up, damn it, and they're catchin' up.

I wouldn't just sit there, move.

We can't outrun 'em. You can get in there.

I may not shoot all of them but I'll get their attention.

Wait, then head on out the other way.

You've been a wonderful friend, Mr Hogan. Go with God.

Leave Him out of this, huh? Get movin'.

(Snake rattles, horse whinnies )

- I can't go in there. - Why not?

There's a rattlesnake in there.

Keep singin', partner.

(Rattling)

Get that mule in here.

Here, if we get split up, this'll make good eatin'.

(Horse whinnies )

Vous regardez la-dedans.

Il n'y a rien.

Au galop!

(Rattling)

Well, well. Too bad nuns don't play poker, you'd be sharp at it.

There's no way I can thank you.

I suppose you'll be starting south now.

No, it's gettin' too close to dark. We'll have a hot meal first.

- Can nuns cook? - I do.

Good. Your late gentlemen friends donated us some beans and coffee.

But first I'll scratch up some firewood.

It's hard to believe that rattlesnake could taste so delicious.

Here. Ladies first.

Thank you.

So you were headed north. Any particular place?

I want to try to find a Juarista band, I'll be safe with them.

- Where were you comin' from? - Chihuahua.

- Chihuahua? You live there? - Mm-hm, for several years.

- French garrison in Chihuahua. - Mm-hm, right next to the church.

You wouldn't by any chance know how many soldiers in the garrison?

- More or less. - About and some cannon.

How do you know all that?

The French officers wanted to learn Spanish

so my mother superior assigned the task to me, I also speak French.

I went into the garrison three times a week.

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