Blackthorn Page #3

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Where did you get that antique?

I'm not so bad with Bolivian women.

So, are you going to shoot me now?

No, I don't want to.

We've been together for days

and I don't even know your name.

I can't trust

someone with no name.

Well, you ought to trust me.

I saved your life

a couple of times, didn't I?

Besides, I'm not your problem.

That's your problem over there.

What?

That dust.

Those could be several

of your friends at full gallop.

You're empty, son.

You're a son of a b*tch.

Yeah.

You should hear

what they called me back in Wyoming.

We're close.

Next gallery to the left.

Watch your head.

When did you find out

I had the other revolver?

About ten minutes ago.

Giddy up, son! Bring the light!

I'm not a goddamn mole!

It's all here.

I'm willing to split it now.

- What's to split?

- Sorry?

There's nothing to split.

It's useless in here.

I mean, if you make it out of here

alive, it might be worth something.

But right now all you got

is your stupid gun and your lamp.

How the hell do we get out of here?

- Just follow me.

- Yeah, that's what I've been doing.

Come on!

The mine has lots of ways

out to the mountain.

Now what, Mr. Engineer?

Shoot the lights!

Leave them blind!

Okay, here's your gun back.

- Ready?

- Ready.

Goddamned Spaniard!

You call this a way out?

I could find my way out of Hell

easier than this.

Thanks to this way out,

it'll be impossible for them

to pick up our trail again, old man.

Where the hell are we?

- We're safe.

- Safe?

You stole 50,000 dollars.

You ain't gonna be safe for long.

Well, I guess

I'll have to live with that.

But I feel good.

I feel better than ever.

My name's James Blackthorn.

Utah, United States.

Eduardo Apodaca.

From Madrid, Spain.

Rosario is not too far from here.

We can buy some cheap horses over there.

I got me a little ranch

somewhere around here.

We can get some rest up there.

Sometimes it's beautiful...

It is that.

You kept me waiting for an hour

for that?

You in a hurry?

Sometimes, this is like having

a little friend along with you.

- Maybe even better.

- Yeah.

Well, my name it is Sam Hall,

Sam Hall

My name it is Sam Hall,

Sam Hall

My name it is Sam Hall

and I hate you, one and all

And I hate you, one and all

Damn your eyes!

To the gallows I must go,

I must go

To the gallows I must go,

I must go

To the gallows I must go,

while you critters down below

Yell out:
"Sam, I told you so"

Well, damn your eyes!

Now the preacher he did come,

he did come

Yes, the preacher he did come,

he did come

The preacher he did come

and he preached till Kingdom come

Well, you can kiss my bloody bum

Damn his eyes!

My name is Samu-el,

Samu-el

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