Barbarosa Page #3

YOU KNOW WHO I AM?

OR.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

OH. WE MAY BE IN TROUBLE.

BARBAROSA.

KARL WESTOFF.

Y'ALL SHOULD'VE

GONE HOME LIKE I TOLD YA.

COME, KARL.

OTTO...

OH, DID THAT SURPRISE YOU?

STAND UP, FARM BOY.

BARBAROSA.

WELL, I'LL BE DAMNED.

IT'S THEM OLD

PEOPLE YOU'RE SO IN LOVE WITH.

WELL, I HOPE THAT MAKES YOU FEEL

REAL BAD TO SEE ALL THAT GOLD.

AMIGO,

MY MOTHER SAID YOU STOPPED BARBAROSA

FROM TAKING MY FATHER'S MONEY?

THAT'S WHAT THE LITTLE

SON OF A B*TCH DID.

I WAS GONNA ROB YOUR FEEBLE OLD PAPA

AND SHOOT THAT SQUAWKING OLD WOMAN.

DAMN. YOU SON OF A B*TCH!

COVER HIM UP! GONNA

TAKE CARE OF YOU LATER.

BARBAROSA'S DEAD!

SH*T.

IS ANYBODY WATCHIN'?

GODDAMN IT, STOP THAT.

I THOUGHT YOU WAS DEAD.

DAMN CLOSE. JUST TICKLED

MY INNARDS A LITTLE, I THINK.

IS ANYBODY WATCHIN'?

NO.

AMIGO!

WHAT'S THE MATTER? YOU DON' LIKE TO LOOK AT DEAD MEN? NO, SIR.

LET'S JUST GET OUT OF HERE.

OKAY?

THEY GOT OUR HORSES.

I DON'T CARE.

I'LL WALK.

NO. WE AIN'T DONE HERE YET.

I'M GONNA GIVE THAT MEXICAN BANDI A PROPER FAREWELL FROM BARBAROSA.

BARBAROSA'S GONE!

EVIL! EVIL! IT'S THE DEVIL'S WORK.

CURSED.

WE HAVE TO GET AWAY.

BARBAROSA!

BARBAROSA!

GODDAMN! YOU KNOW, MR. PAHMEYER'S

OVER HERE LOOKING TO KILL ME.

YEAH, AND THERE'S 50 MAD MEXICANS

WAITING OVER THERE TO DO THE SAME THING.

WELL, IT LOOKS AWFUL STEEP.

YOU'RE NOT SCARED

OF HEIGHTS TOO, ARE YOU?

I DON'T KNOW. THAT LOOKS

STRAIGHT UP TO ME.

I CAN'T GE A DAMN FOOTHOLD.

CAREFUL! YOU'RE KICKIN'

ROCKS ALL OVER ME.

HERE. GIMME YOUR HAND. YOU

ALL RIGHT? YOU GONNA MAKE IT?

YEAH, I'M ALL RIGHT,

GODDAMN IT. JUST KEEP GOING.

HOW'D I EVER GET THIS BEAT?

DON'T TRUST THAT!

AH!

GODDAMN!

WHAT YOU LOOKIN' A ME FOR? LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING!

GOD, LEAD ME

TO SOME SOLID GROUND.

AH!

I LOST MY FOOTING!

HOLD ON. HOLD ON. HOLD ON.

- AAAH!

- I GOTCHA. I GOTCHA. DON'T WORRY.

COME ON.

GODDAMN GOLD.

GET RID OF THAT!

WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING?

COME ON.

I GOTCHA. I GOTCHA.

- LEAN BACK.

- PULL! GODDAMN IT, PULL!

PULL!

WH...

HERE. JUST PUT THA OVER THERE.

AH...

WELL...

THERE GOES THE GOLD.

WELL, YOU SAID

GET RID OF IT.

I DIDN'T SAY GET RID OF IT DOWN

THERE! WE ALREADY BEEN DOWN THERE.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT MADE ME THINK

YOU'D MAKE A PARTNER ANYWAY.

CAN'T EVEN CATCH

A GODDAMN ARMADILLO.

SH*T!

ALL RIGHT, GO ON

AND RAIN ON ME NOW, WHY DON'T YOU?

GODDAMN.

AAAH!

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

SH*T, NO, I AIN'T ALL RIGHT.

DO I LOOK ALL RIGHT?

WELL, YOU LOOK BETTER THAN YOU DID WHEN

YOU WAS AT THE BOTTOM OF THAT GRAVE.

HERE.

BUT YOU DIDN'T BRING ME NO ARMADILLO

FOR MY SUPPER THOUGH, DID YOU, BY GOD?

SUPPOSE YOU WANT ME TO CU THE SON OF A B*TCH FOR YOU TOO?

SHE SHOWED UP:

A LITTLE WHILE BACK.

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