[first lines]
Stagecoach driver:
[shouts various commands to the horses in Spanish, eventually making theme stop near a water trough]
Juan Miranda:
[runs to the stagecoach]
Señor! Señor! Señor...
Yankee, Stagecoach Driver:
[to the Mexican driver]
Tighten up that girth.
Juan Miranda:
Señor, I... I must go to San Felipe... my mother is dead!
Yankee, Stagecoach Driver:
Straight down the road, about fifty miles.
Juan Miranda:
[pats his shoulder, and hands him some money]
Please?
Yankee, Stagecoach Driver:
[pushes him]
Eh, get outta here.
[Juan begins to walk away, crying]
Yankee, Stagecoach Driver:
Hey. Hey, amigo. Come here.
[looks him over]
Yankee, Stagecoach Driver:
Ohhh... perfect. You're perfect! I swear to God, boys, he's just right. I'm gonna put you on that stage, and watch those faces when they see you come in!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:16