Johnny Yuma

It's your horse?

No, senor.

He's mine!

And now it's mine.

Okay.

Let's go in and close the sale.

The drinks are on me.

What's the matter? Chicken?

Hawk eye?

Hey!

What's your name?

Barbara.

Come along, Barbara.

Johnny Yuma.

Saludos, senor. You take me with you?

Where?

- Eh?

And why?

I'll be your partner.

Partner? What kind of partner?

A kill and carry partner...

-A what?

you kill them, I carry them.

You know who you killed, padron?

These are the O'hara's.

They are worth mucho dinero.

360 dollars!

Una fortuna!

Bury them.

Bury them?

Oh, no, patron!

How can you bury 360 dollars?

-With a Shovel!

Eh?

Como?

Adios.

Hey, padron!

What is your name, by the way?

It's Johnny. But everyone calls me Yuma.

I am Fidel Alvarez Cortez Sanchez y

Garcia, but everyone calls me Zorito.

Believeme, Samantha. It's not that I don't

trust your brother Pedro to run the ranch.

It's just that one's gotta be born

for certain things.

You've never really known what

this ranch and this town mean to me.

It's my empire, I built it.

Devoted my whole life to it.

Ahard and merciless life

-Why do you hold that against Pedro?

Because he's not a man to sit on

a saddle for days on and under a hot sun.

He just isn't cut out for it.

So that's why I decided to call

my nephew Johnny.

I've been thinking about this

ever since I had the accident.

Johnny is right for this ranch!

He's a hot headed cuss.

They call him Yuma, on a kind of a

gun fight he had there once.

Here's his letter.

He replied that he will be here for

the Fiesta of San Firmino.

Somehow I know that... I can count on

Johnny to carry on my work.

If we'd had children, it would

have been different.

I'm sure of that, Thomas.

Let's have our coffee in the parlor.

I missed.

That's strange.

Oh, but it's only one time out often.

That's very good, Thomas.

It's always been dead center.

Every time.

And now... everything belongs to you,

my dear sister.

And now go. You'll find him in Triana.

It won't be difficult, everybody there knows him.

But you must... hand it to him.

Personally.

Do I wait for an answer?

-That's' only for him to say.

Go. Hasta luego.

Has he gone?

you know mourning beckons you, Samantha.

Come in.

El senor Lawrence Carradine?

Lawrence Jerome Carradine.

Prepare my bill, please.

-Yes sir. Right away.

He's Wanted. He killed someone in Santa Margo.

Here, to the undertaker.

Make sure this get glued

throughout the region.

We have to find the murder of

Thomas Felton.

yes, sir.

Te gusta?

Careful, Pedro.

Don't worry. We will be careful until San Fermino.

-Quiet.

After all, I don't wanna miss

the Fiesta when Yuma arrives.

That's Carradine's job.

Sancho gave him the letter.

It's all set.

Poor Sancho. It wasn't so bad.

Was he?

- Pedro!

We are in mourning.

-you are.

Carradine should be here, soon.

Tell Vander Oderto keep an eye out for him.

At the salon.

All right!

Good morning.

Goodie.

Bye, now.

What? you are leaving already?

We'll be seeing each other one

of these days, Mary.

Mary? Who is Mary?

Hogan is 100.

Hey, what's the body on big Frank Collar?

Oh, the price is just dropped.

Another 500.

Looks like he wasn't in Silverstone.

yeah.

360 dollars, por favor.

Better take a look, Heskott.

Well, Heskott?

Sorry, but one has to be sure about

who dies, you know?

Seems to me you are new around these parts.

You just can't imagine how many false

cadavers we have in our cellar.

We buried at least six

Jesse James, within a year.

Here you are. Now, you can give 8 dollars

per body for a proper burial in a fine casket.

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