Dead Again in Tombstone Page #2

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Hello, ladies.

It's so nice to meet you.

You're beautiful.

Well, thank you kindly, ma'am.

Ladies.

Oh, my. Oh, my.

Mmm. You are beautiful.

I've got a naked girl...

I need to know about

a special bone box, Mama.

This is not a stick

that you want to pick up, son.

You know where it is?

It should never be found.

Whoever possesses it

holds the key to conjuring

immense evil power.

Now Jackson wants it.

He's threatened me

and my whole family.

Darkness always followed you, Guerrero.

I'm an old woman, son.

Not long for this world.

So now is the time to tell you.

But you must promise me one thing.

Name it, Mama.

You must pledge to protect

the contents at all costs.

This has nothin' to do with me.

Oh, but it does.

Your father fought the Devil

to make sure that this thing

didn't get into the wrong hands.

You're a pawn in a bigger game.

Lucifer chose you as a servant

to get back at your father,

but you can change that.

You must choose the path of redemption, mijo.

I can't.

I made a deal.

The Devil owns me.

I can change nothin', Mama.

No.

No, not true, mijo.

You are the one who can.

And you can't let Jackson Boomer win.

Promise me.

I can't.

Then just leave.

We don't need you here.

Come on, boy. What's wrong, huh?

What's wrong? What's the matter?

Come on now. Cut it out.

You tried to kill me.

No, of course not. Just your horse.

That's just the beginning of the many

ways in which I will hurt you

to get what I want.

And I want that box, Guerrero,

and I want it now!

Hey, hey, hey! Let's just calm down, fellers.

Take it easy, partner.

Let's take this inside.

Get inside. Get inside!

Let's not.

You sure you want this fight?

I surely do not.

But to get that book, if I have to,

I'll roll out the drums of war.

Goddamn, Guerrero.

I hate to break up this little party

you got goin' on out here,

but you sure are a spectacle

to observe while you're in action.

But my patience grows thin.

Give me what I want now,

or I will burn down this town

and everyone in it.

I'll take you where the box is buried.

No.

Now we're talkin'.

Cravens, take away his guns

and prepare to move out.

You two, be safe.

And bury my horse next to Papi's grave.

Where is it?

Buried right over there.

We will have all of our guns trained on you.

You pull any funny business,

and we will fill you full of so much lead,

you will sink like a stone.

Now, go dig up that box.

Posthaste, Guerrero.

Bring it over here.

- Yeah.

- Got it! Yeah!

Ho! Guerrero!

You ain't gettin' away!

Stop it!

Cease fire!

Hold it!

What are you, crazy? Get over here.

You said we'd fill him

full of lead if he tried to escape.

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