The Revengers Page #3

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He's going to rob you, seor.

I am instructed to

tell you by this...

son of a drunken whore,

to tell you that it will cost you...

12 pesos a week for each labourer.

And 20 for the guards.

And in addition,

you have to pay this sh*t...

$100 for his cooperation.

l'll pay him if I can

find the men I want.

Seor, l'm trying to tell you the

usual price is 6 pesos per man...

and 10 for the guards,

and this drunken weasel...

will shine your boots

with his tongue for $10.

Just tell him l'll pay what he

wants if I can find what I want.

It's a deal.

Who is he?

His name is Job.

He was a slave in your country.

He escaped and he came into Mexico,

but people tried to trap him...

and return him for the reward.

He became the killer of

those who tried to trap him.

He was put in here,

and here he will die.

Mark him.

But, seor,

he's not going to work for you.

Mark him!

His name is Quiberon. He is French.

A deserter from the army of

Maximilian and a bandido.

Every day he tries to climb

the wall of this prison.

It is impossible.

Yet he tries.

Quiberon?

Do you think you will

make it to the top?

Crap on you, Cholo!

One day l'll make it.

l'll take him.

He is kept on the chain because

his is an animal and he fights.

He fights anyone.

Yet when he works in the

mines he's peaceful...

and he works like a beast.

His name is Zweig.

He is alemn. German.

Excuse me.

Mister...

you look like a fellow countryman.

You sure do.

If you're making up a labour gang,

l'd be mighty beholden to get on it.

Why, l'd work my hard old

ass clean down to the bone...

if I could just get out

of this hole for a time.

Seor Benedict. You ask anybody...

old Bill Hoop is a true master when

it comes to the pick and shovel.

Hot dang, I tell you...

a gopher can't hold a candle

to me when it comes to digging.

What are you here for?

Why, they claim that I was rustling

cattle up around Paso del Norte way...

and they had to blame somebody...

and I swear,

I never even been arrested before.

I swear it.

l'm just a true-blue,

honest American.

You wouldn't let a

fellow American die...

in a place like this,

now, would you, sir?

Excuse me, seor. Please.

In the two months he has been here,

we all know him.

Me? You goddamn greaser!

He is a bandido, a rapist,

a murderer, a thief!

l'm going to get you for this.

l'll unravel your guts

out like a ball of yarn.

Pueblo Plata.

What?

- Have you been to Pueblo Plata?

Maybe.

Well, 'maybe'

doesn't buy your way out of here.

Pueblo Plata?

I think I can find it.

l'll take this man.

- I knowed it.

l've knowed you was the kind of

American that would stand up...

for the Stars and Stripes no

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