Navajo Joe Page #3

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manager of our local bank,

Mr. Oliver Blackwood, and to

his daughter, Hannah,

beloved wife of our very competent

and highly esteemed Dr. Lynne.

Whoa! Whoa, there!

Hurry. Help me, Maria!

- Gently.

- Easy now.

Be careful.

And we are very proud of

all you've done.

Reverend Rattigan!

What's the matter, Estella?

We need the doctor now! A

girI's been wounded.

- Let them through.

- Oh, the poor girl.

- Clear the way.

- What happened?

Put her in that room.

- Yes.

- Hannah, get my bag, quickly.

You find it, Estella. He put it in

the carriage out front.

I can hardly believe what I saw.

Those men are ruthless.

First, they terrorized Pyote,

then they tried to kill us.

Now calm down.

You're in no danger here.

The train will get here in a little

while with an armed escort.

The soldiers will defend us.

Don't worry about Geraldine.

There couldn't be a better man

than Dr. Lynne.

Let's pray there's still time to

save her, poor child.

Hemostat.

But who was

this other man?

I don't know. From where I was hiding

it was impossible to see his face.

Geraldine's the only one of us that

managed to get a good look at him.

She could recognize him.

Oh, no, it's you.

The man I saw in the saloon.

Oh, you...

No!

It's too late.

Let's go now.

Geraldine.

Hey, there's nobody on the train.

Who's that?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Answer me!

Who are you?

I brought you a train.

Yes. Yes, but why? What happened?

It's already cost many lives.

To try and save your lives, I

had to take the train.

Duncan's riding here.

With all of his men.

Wait.

How did you get it?

By stealing the train.

I told you.

Where is the money?

There, the train.

Come on, we'll make sure.

The safe should be in here.

Easy.

I'll open it.

Looks all right so far.

It's all here.

Then we should take it to the bank

as quickly as possible.

Well, it looks as though that man

was telling the truth.

If Duncan comes after that money,

we don't stand a chance.

I don't think he'd dare come here.

And besides, there's the telegraph

if we need assistance.

Mr. Clay! Mr. Clay!

Somebody's cut the telegraph wires.

The line went dead, just as I was

receiving a message from Wellington.

They reported that Duncan and

his men completely...

destroyed the town of Pyote.

We gotta do something quickly...

or those bandits are going to

do the same to us.

Well, what can we do?

You realize now it's impossible

to call for any help.

But we can't just wait around until

those bandits ride in and kill us.

You've got to organize some sort

of defense, Sheriff.

There doesn't seem to be much we

can do, Mrs. Lynne.

You know perfectly well

we're not equipped

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