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| Dr. Helm is hard at work at his office on what seems to be a decoction or infusion--the aforementioned medicine, anyway, and one of Montoya's minions barges in saying the Colonel wants Helm to go to him. Now. | ||
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| When Helm says he's busy,
the guard pulls a gun.
Does he want me alive or in a casket, Helm says, cooly. |
Quick like a cat, the doctor blocks the man's thumb, twists the gun from his hand and plops it in a pot of water. | If you liked what I did with
your gun, you'll be ecstatic over where I plan to put that saber.
The soldier leaves. |
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| Afternoon passes to sundown... | ...and then to evening. | Montoya is burning up with
fever.
Grisham, where's the doctor. Why isn't he here? |
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| Grisham sees Helm out the window and tells Montoya. | Enriquez sneaks up behind
Helm, knocks him out, steals the medicine, and runs away.
Grisham fires and misses. |
Montoya whines, "He killed
my doctor!"
Grisham thinks a moment and then starts howling that the Queen of Swords has stolen the medicine. |
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