Four Faces West Page #3

Just sit limp and roll with it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My pleasure, miss.

Here.

Lean against me.

Uh-uh.

I said relax.

There's our stop up ahead.

Right by Inscription Rock.

Howdy, Al. Where'd you

get all the customers?

Washout on a line.

Think you can fit us?

Be a pleasure.

Might take a little time.

Say, why don't you folks look around a

little? You might find it interesting.

All right, folks. Get down. Don't

wander off too far. We'll be eating soon.

"Paso por aqui. "

What does that mean

in English?

Uh, paso por aqui

means, uh,

"Pass this way-"

"He pass this way. "

They stopped to carve

their names in the rock?

Oh, Miss Hollister,

this you must know...

about El Moro, this rock.

Very long ago, many people

are unhappy in their own land.

So they come here

to start a new life...

in this so-wonderful

country of yours.

They reach here.

But out there is wilderness,

and maybe they never return.

Then they look up

at El Moro standing here,

so strong,

and it give them strength.

For here they find

water, shade and shelter.

And so people will know that they had

been here, that they passed this way,

they carve into the stone with daggers a record

- maybe a gravestone.

"Paso por aqui. "

And the year of it.

Adventurous scoundrels,

but brave men, all of them,

who have left their-

how do you say it-

impression, "imprenta"-

Imprint.

That is it.

Imprint.

Brave men who leave their

imprint on El Moro for us to read.

Oh, I'm sorry. The rock,

it make me forget myself.

I hope I have not

talked too much.

No, I was just thinking,

isn't it strange how

everything worthwhile in life...

is made possible only by

sacrifice. S, seorita.

Grub's on!

Come and get it!

It's good!

Well, not to be rushin' you

folks, but we'll be rollin' soon.

- More coffee?

- No, thanks.

Hello, boys.

What brings you this way?

Tryin' to catch up with the mail hack. Got

some reward posters on that bank bandit.

I want you to drop them off at

the sheriff's office at Gallup.

- Sure.

- Bandit?

Where's Junior? Where's Junior? Junior!

Junior! Junior, where

are you? Come here!

Oh, Junior. It's just like I

told ya, Pa. We'll all be killed.

There ain't nothin' to

get jumpy about, ma'am.

No. We figure he ain't

nowhere around here.

Tack these up someplace,

will you, Anderson?

A bank bandit?

What's this all about?

Well, a fella walked into the Santa

Maria bank, don't fire a shot...

and walks out with $2,000.

He even give the banker an I. O.

U for it, signed Jefferson Davis.

Jefferson Davis?

Yeah, and that ain't all.

While he's robbing the bank,

guess who's down the street...

making a speech

about the law?

Pat Garrett! That ain't

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