The Dark Valley Page #3

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Lukas, don't.

It's no use.

Move.

The woman.

Luzi, take his rifle.

And you all, throw yours away.

Off your horses, all of you.

You, too.

Unhitch the horse.

Luzi, mount the horse.

Let the horses go.

Luzi, go on.

Go on, go!

You're...

dead.

I swear.

At your farm. Tomorrow.

After sunrise.

The gun.

Why did you do it?

Why?

Come on.

They'll look here first.

I want him alive.

- Why didn't you let Luzi go?

- Mother.

- My God.

- They'll come for us.

No.

I'm going to them.

Thank you.

Woman! Come here.

Come on!

What do you want from us?

Money?

I don't want your money.

I've got some for you.

You like to talk...

for money.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Eat it.

Eat it, I said!

Come on.

Come on!

Don't! Please stop!

My God

- Eat it!

- Please!

Eat! Eat it!

Please.

Run!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me! Please!

Help me!

Help me, you cowards!

Hans!

Stop it already!

You bastard!

You swine!

Pull yourself together!

He's only got two shots.

Two shots at a time.

We've got four.

You stay here.

She was a beautiful woman...

your mother.

Come here.

So you are her son.

And?

My sons?

Dead.

All of them.

Your...

brothers.

I beg you, make it quick.

He almost died...

of fever.

He was ill for three weeks.

Nobody said a thing,

though there were many

who wanted to chase him away.

Or do worse.

Old Brenner had sown his seed

in every family.

And freedom is a gift

that not everyone likes to receive.

That year, spring came earlier than usual.

It was in March,

just before noon,

when Greider headed off.

He looked back one last time.

That was the last time I saw him.

That day I told Lukas

that I was with child.

He was pleased and proud,

because at last

something good had happened.

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