The Professionals Page #3

They'll be all right.

You'd better scout ahead tonight.

Now, beyond that ridge,

20 miles of salt flats.

Then 10 more of sand.

220 degrees south by southwest.

Our next layover, Coyote Pass.

The cemetery of nameless men.

We buried some fine friends there.

And some fine enemies.

That was a fine battle.

Outnumbered, outgunned,

and still we held that pass.

Yeah, but who cares now?

Or even remembers?

Now, take that ruckus this morning.

A year ago, those men would be

fighting federals instead of gringos.

- We were lucky.

- We were also stiffed.

They had us spotted back

where we picked up their trail.

- Why did they sucker us into this spot?

- You're leery about the setup too. So?

Amigo, three days' ride from

Coyote Pass is another graveyard.

But instead of dead heroes,

they buried gold bullion.

Two million in Spanish gold.

Melted down into beautiful bars.

Waiting for us.

We don't have to fight Raza to get it.

- It's not the reason you took this job.

- Got a better reason?

Our word. We gave our word

to bring the woman back.

My word to Grant

ain't worth a plugged nickel.

You gave your word to me.

Drink?

Thanks.

Yeah, takes getting used to.

Broiling by day. Freezing at night.

Alkali dust choking your body.

Who lives here long enough

to get used to it?

Men, tempered like steel,

a tough breed.

Men who've learned how to endure.

- Like you and Dolworth.

- Oh, no.

Men like Raza.

I wonder how long that's been there.

About an hour or so.

Dolworth put it there.

That means everything's all clear.

An upside-down cross means danger.

- Could've been put there by anybody.

- That's the idea.

Good morning, friend.

- Dolworth?

- Yeah.

- How many more?

- Three.

No guns.

- We that close to Raza?

- Could be.

At least I made out with a fine pistol.

We sure got lucky with this gringo, eh?

No wonder my mother kicked me

out of the house!

- A bottle.

- You'd even frighten the dead!

Don't get carried away.

The bottle.

Where are your friends, amigo?

Here have a drink.

These shoes will be mine if they fit.

- Hey, don't I know you?

- Well, from here you look like me.

- Why you come to this place?

- You'll laugh.

It is not proper to laugh at a man

who is about to die.

I came because I'm crazy

about your tequila.

And I like your women.

See? You laugh.

What a funny guy, huh?

I'm gonna ask again.

Where are your friends?

I told you. I always travel alone.

It is a sacrilege to die

with a lie in your teeth.

See?

Those horses and six more

come back to us.

But where are the men

who ride them?

I don't think you kill 10 men

by yourself, buddy.

Hold it!

Stop!

I wouldn't do that.

My friend would die of a terrible

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