The Duel Page #3

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in that direction,

stop in a place

if we took to it.

Not so strange,

is it?

Welcome

to nowhere particular.

Can't say

it's the warmest welcome

I've ever received.

We're protective

of our little oasis.

How long

will you be staying?

Long enough to rest,

a few days.

Perhaps I can convince you

to stay awhile.

Why?

You've only just met me.

I know people.

And I can tell

that you're a man

one can tie to.

Perhaps I can help you find

what you're looking for.

I'd have no trade

in this town.

Well, let's just say

a spot for town sheriff

just opened up

at this very moment.

I get the feeling

there's not a strong

demand for law here.

- No.

- And I have no experience.

Well, what do you

need to know?

Just let your moral compass

be your guide.

You're obviously

strong, capable.

You're actually

being serious.

Look, David,

I like you and Marisol,

and I'd like to see you

stay awhile.

Not so strange.

No.

No, it's not.

Well, then,

it's settled.

Gentlemen,

meet your new sheriff.

Thought I might

continue my ride, take in

some of your countryside.

Splendid idea.

As it happens, I have

my own fond recollections

of the San antone area

from after the war.

Small town...

Name of Helena.

Might have

passed through her

on your way here.

Don't seem

to recall it.

Wild place

is what I recollect.

Hard to forget.

Well, sheriff,

pick yourself

a direction.

Welcome to

mount hermon,

Marisol.

We brought you both

some food.

And we just had to meet

the wife of the new sheriff.

- Sheriff?

- Did you have

a long journey here?

- Yeah, but--

- you are more beautiful

than was spoken of.

Who spoke?

You live round here?

I from tamaulipas.

Why have you come?

To pray for the dead.

You know about

the bodies?

Was it white men?

They knew things, David.

Who came?

Women from the town.

What did they want?

They said you were

the new sheriff,

that Abraham

foresaw us coming.

He did ask

that I be sheriff.

- But why on earth?

- I have no idea.

But I thought about it.

Really, it's the ideal cover

until I can figure out

what's going on here.

He frightens me, David.

He's a man, Marisol,

not a crystal gazer.

- No one knew

we were coming.

- Yeah.

These people, they're just

a bit off the reservation.

Make sure

you remember that.

Woman:

Stop it.

- Get away from me.

Now, now, wait.

Don't you walk away.

Come on.

Don't you walk

away from me.

Where are you going?

Come on, have a drink.

Naomi.

I'm terribly sorry

to have frightened you,

Marisol.

You're not feeling well.

No, I feel fine.

No, no, you have

the fever.

It's natural.

You're run down.

It will pass.

Can I give you a hand

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