Yankee Page #2

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I just want to make business

with the Great Concho.

And you could

tell him about that.

I'd like to have him

as my business partner.

Individually, they're not worth much,

but when you catch them all at once...

You profit from

the quantity.

Come on,

tell the Concho.

You know what I'm doing right now, Yankee?

I'm riding myself into the sh*t, like you.

If they find out that I dress your hair,

they'll waste me. Guaranteed.

Can't you

shave yourself, Yankee?

I never do things

others can do for me.

What about

this razor, Consalvo?

Does it cut well?

It has a big blade, seor.

You need a steady hand.

Real steady...

Would you mind

if I prefer Consalvo's hand?

Do you remember the lasso

that was used to drag the woman?

You cut it with a single shot.

Pretty much like this...

A throat

ain't no rope, seor.

A rope can be knotted together

or be replaced.

There's no replacement

for a throat, though.

Why not?

You know what?

I've seen lots of knots

and lots of throats in my life.

Come on! Get off the chair, Yankee!

The Great Concho wishes to see you.

I thought so.

That's exactly why I came here,

to refresh myself.

A waste of effort.

No matter if clean or dirty

you'll always be a filthy Yankee.

Move!

Yankee!

What about my money?

That's not for the beard,

but for the fun.

Soon you'll get

your fun for free.

Let's say

another 100, Carlos?

Well, Carlos?

I'm in if you bet it on the American.

Even double.

For each dog that dies,

there's a laughing cat.

Perro's death

will bring us luck.

- Goods are on their way!

- Heavy goods?

- Well, I can't see that.

- Take a good look.

The goods I want

should be heavy:
Gold.

I sent two men

to the bank of Los Alamos...

...to make

the cashier talk.

He's supposed to tell us

when the gold coach arrives.

- Will he tell us?

- The cards say nothing about cashiers.

- Only that goods are on their way.

- Must be the gold from the post waggon.

- That can't be seen.

- Don't they say a thing about Cheap John?

Will we find him?

Take a good look!

Come on, grill them some more,

those damn cards!

Oh no, now you cursed them.

They won't say anything anymore.

Damnit!

I brought you

the Yankee.

And they don't tell me

to keep my back clear, these cards?

- What's gotten into you?

- Go away!

These are all portraits

of you, seor?

Pretty.

It's a shame, though...

...that something's

missing.

- What the hell is missing, you think?

- The numbers.

What numbers?

Spit it out.

Well, all the portraits of your men

have numbers on them.

I saw that in the

sheriff's office this morning.

Ugly mugs.

But nice numbers.

Who the hell did you

bring me there, Luiz?

Someone who looks for portraits

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