Yankee Page #4

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Go to the mine.

My men will go

with you.

If the money is there, good,

if not, you're dead.

Gold Tooth! Take four smart boys

and accompany the Yankee.

Gold Tooth...

If the gold isn't there,

sound him out.

If he screws you,

I'll screw you.

Does the nightingale

fancy this game?

I might not be a nightingale,

but I do like the game.

Good, I like it, too,

but I only play to win.

Then you can only play with folks

who have no luck.

And I'm always lucky,

also in game.

Not as lucky as I am,

frame seller.

Okay.

Goodbye.

There are only two options,

and only two.

You will either meet me again,

or you'll meet the devil.

Won't make

a difference, seor.

The devil has horns, too,

and they can break.

Let's go, boys!

On your horses!

We're there.

This is it.

In there.

You others

come from the back.

I'll be waiting here

for you, Yankee.

Let's hurry!

And don't you

forget, Yankee:

If you don't come out with the gold,

I'll come up with some lead.

Okay.

- The gold should be here.

- Where?

Stop there, Yankee!

It's here!

Tough luck, Yankee!

Bastard.

Get up!

Go back to the Concho.

And tell him that the Yankee

makes the deal himself.

All your heads have their value.

I'll sell them all.

Tell him that!

And also tell him

that his head will be last.

Consalvo!

The Yankee is here.

Consalvo!

Get the cart out.

- The luxurious one.

- And I prayed for your soul...

Go now and

get the horses ready.

- Luiz! Let's go.

- Go, boys, quick.

Angelo, Tattoo,

let's go!

If someone is surrounded by fire,

there's two options.

Only two:

He either burns or goes insane.

The weapons we're getting

are far more valuable than words.

I also have a motto.

This one:

Burn if you don't

want to be burned.

You like it,

Philosopher?

- What about the Yankee? Spit it out!

- He said...

...that he'll sell

our heads.

All of them.

One after another.

Yours will be last...

He wants you

to know that.

I know what I

have to do.

I know that the Yankee is a fool

who puts his life at stake.

Damn bastard!

You stole my joy to kill you...

...by letting

the bastard run off.

Luiz! You stay and keep your eyes open!

We'll take care of the weapons.

- Let's go, boys!

- Let's go! Come on!

There'll still be time to play with

the Yankee, that fool, when we come back.

- Why did you come, grave defiler?

- Because of the dead.

- I was told there were some here.

- Who told you that, grave shoveller? Who?

- The Yankee.

- Where did you see him?

- At the tavern.

- On the horse, Portuguese!

And you,

what are you doing here?

Where did you

crawl out from?

Why the hell

did you come here, Yankee?

I don't want to get involved in your affairs.

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