Un Minuto Per Pregare, Un Instante Per Morire (A Minute to Pray, a Second to Die) Page #2

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l hope it's still flappin' in

the morning.

Good luck, kid.

Good. Huh?

Hey, boys.

They tried to surrender. Why did

you kill them?

We don't go for any of that White

flag stuff...

around these parts.

Not for Escondido scum.

All right. Put all those supplies

back on the Wagon.

lt's McCord!

Come back to stay, McCord?

l'll let you knoW When l decide.

-Open it up.

-There you are.

Don't touch that stuff.

lt's mine, paid for by me.

Why didn't you go get it, then?

You got plans for this stuff,

McCord?

That's right.

l still run things around here.

Anything you do, clear With me.

Kraut...

Where's my boy?

Where's my husband?

They didn't Want to go, you

made them.

l'll see you get four full shares

of grub.

How's that, Ruby? Fair's fair.

Four shares.

Four shares.

But my kid,...

my man,...

they're dead.

All to fill your rotten belly.

Here's What's fair.

Ruby!

This grub...pass it out to the

folks. Free.

Try collecting one cent for it.

l'll take it out of your hide.

What's your name?

Laurinda.

Was that your ma outside?

Ruby? No.

l just room here.

There's a bottle on that table

doWn there.

Will you bring it here?

lt's the first bottle of Whiskey

We've seen in Weeks.

We're being starved out in here.

Nothing's coming in.

Not till you shoWed up.

What's Wrong With your arm?

Did you hurt it?

There's a fella here...

his name's Tepper.

Do you knoW him?

They call him Doc!

Doc, yes.

Good. NoW, you go find him and you

bring him here.

Don't let anybody see you.

l don't have to go find him. He's

right out there.

Pa! Pa!

Come on. McCord!

Let's go for a ride!

Let him go! Let him go!

l'll kill you!

Kraut strung him up three days ago.

Said he Was cheating at cards.

They'll pull him doWn tomorroW,

l guess.

-ls there anybody else you Want?

-Leave me alone!

Oh, dear.

Yes, sirree!

l demand my rights as a

Wife beater!

Beat her for years, l did. Makes me

a bona fide criminal.

l Want my amnesty.

NoW, you have to promise not to

beat her anymore, all right?

Sure l do.

Folks, you've just seen an example

of amnesty at Work,...

a desperate outlaW looking

for forgiveness...

from the people of Tascosa.

And if all the outlaWs We have

to accept...

are as rough and ready as that...

We'll gladly join our governor in

his policies. Right? Right.

Marshal Colby.

Bounty hunters...Waiting just outside

of toWn, Marshal.

Got some merchandise to hand over.

Today?

Don't let them into Tascosa.

l'll be right there.

Fred Duskin...

Clay McCord's man.

That's $500 reWard.

NoW move off and keep going.

Any big ones shoW up to ask for

amnesty, Marshal?

Not yet.

l told you, Seminole, lt's all

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