Un Minuto Per Pregare, Un Instante Per Morire (A Minute to Pray, a Second to Die) Page #5

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We don't Want any part of it in

Tascosa.

lt's the laW.

Marshal Colby's keepin' the laW

around here...

and keepin' the trash out, too.

You just passin' through, Mister?

That's right... just passing through.

Hear you been askin' a lot of

questions around toWn, Mister.

ls there anything Wrong in that?

Well, depends on the questions.

What is it you're after?

Just getting the feel of Tascosa.

This is a nice, quiet toWn.

We don't Want any trouble or

troublemakers.

To my knoWledge, l haven't

broken any laWs.

lntend to see that you don't.

You're clearing out, Mister.

Not a very friendly toWn, Marshal.

Boys. Help this gentleman get

his things...

then escort him out of Tascosa.

All right, Mister. We've got a

nice, quiet jail in toWn...

Where you can cool off,

noW let's go!

Delighted, Marshal.

You're the man l came to

see anyWay.

My name is Lem Carter, Governor of

this territory.

Sorry boys, but l don't like to be

pushed around.

NoW Marshal, shall We proceed?

l took great care to respect the

letter of the amnesty.

Yeah...

and made damn sure they couldn't

even get in to surrender.

l knoW about your roadblocks.

As of this moment, l'm lifting the

siege on Escondido.

l'll arrange With the local

merchants...

to cart supplies up there...

and reneW their hopes for

the future.

My instructions Will be to

tell them...

in no uncertain terms to come in...

and Wipe the slate clean, to start

a neW life.

That's right, Marshal.

l'll even say it to Clay McCord.

l knoW he came here, and you let

him get aWay.

Well, let me tell you something.

l don't care Why he Wants amnesty.

Only one thing is important.

l Want him to knoW that Lem Carter...

the governor of NeW Mexico...

is Willing to give it to him.

Hey Cheap, Where's McCord?

-There you are, madam.

-Hey. Cheap!

Will you ever be back?

At the go vernor's pleasure.

Cheap, l asked you something, come

over here and ansWer me.

You people better treat me right...

or this is the last you'll see

of me.

Could be the last anybody sees you.

Don't you threaten me.

You Want the amnesty, don't you?

Hell, no.

None of my boys Want it, either.

We don't Want McCord givin' our

people ideas.

So Where is he?

Well, isn't he here?

ln Escondido.

l Was supposed to pass the Word

on to him.

Governor Carter's guaranteed him

safe conduct to Tascosa.

And that's a fact.

He got aWay from Colby's men the

other night in the forest.

Maybe he came back here, l don't

knoW, maybe he's dead.

That one don't kill easy.

Help yourself, friend.

Help yourself.

-HoW much?

-No, no paying customers...

at the governor's pleasure.

Where'd she get any cash?

Clay...

You took advantage of

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