Left For Dead Page #5

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You didn't quite make it to the gold rush.

I had to stop off in Hell's Crossing

and earn some money to make it the rest of the way.

It wasn't all you stopped off for.

No!

No!

No!

If you wouldn't have forced me to look for gold,

this never would have happened.

You needed to stand on your own two feet...

instead of stepping on mine all the time!

I'm sorry you had to pay my debts...

and had to support me.

and had to support me. I'm sorry.

I will always be thankful.

I will always be thankful. But there's nothing I can do to change it.

Nothing.

Why her?

I am a man.

We're not built for just one woman. That's the problem.

Here,

you need me to fix the problem?

Be careful, Clem.

Why her, huh?

Why?

She needed me.

I never felt you did.

It was nice, Clem.

She wears dresses.

The only dress you ever wore is the one you got on now.

And after all...

After all, Clem,

I've never loved her.

Then why did you stick so close to her, huh, instead of getting away and coming back to me?

I was waiting for the baby...

for the baby.

I wanted to take him as soon as he was delivered.

You've seen her Clem...

You've seen her Clem... she's too weak to raise a child.

I just wanted to bring back something better than gold for you.

That's it.

Found what you're looking for?

I give up.

I give up.

I'm sorry.

I'm not like the others. I'm not like Mary.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Want a smoke?

- A friendly gesture?

- Yeah, sure, sure.

Here.

Mobius. Mobius. Mobius.

Is it over?

Is it, Mama?

Here you go.

He's gone.

It's my gold!

That hole!

Hey, everybody,

come out! Olie killed the ghost!

He isn't breathing.

I stabbed him. He is not God, like the legend says.

He's dead.

He's dead!

I don't know.

- You don't think he's dead?

- No.

You can have this back.

I thought you were dead!

You must really hate me.

I got us into this.

Messed around with Blake when you swore him off.

I'm not the one that hates you.

Who are you talking about?

Blake doesn't hate me.

Your father hated you...

for what you remind him of...

of me.

My father?

I don't have a father. You said I never had a father.

You're putting too much stress on the baby.

That's it.

Remember that time...

that time we went fishing at Eagle Creek?

Yeah.

We used all sorts of bait...

bread, sardine, minnow,

but the fish didn't care.

They just let that stuff float on down the stream.

Just takes the right bait.

Mary...

she's the bait.

And we're the stuff that floats on down the stream.

My father was a preacher?

He made bad places good,

swore never to leave them until they were,

even...

tried to tame a wild mining town called Amnesty...

with faith...

and not with force.

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