27.
The Sherpa and the Climber are about to kill each other when the Presence arrives directly between them: she is MARION RAVENWOOD, twenty-five years old, beautiful, if a bit hard- looking. At this moment, however, that look does not hurt. She is not intimidated by the combatants; she jabs accusatory fingers into their chests. She is angry as hell. The patrons shrink under her gaze.
MARION That does it! I’ve been patient with you no-goods long enough. I’m not open at 2 o’clock for myself, you know. It’s all for you. And how do you repay me: Trouble and noise and blood on my floor! I won’t have it. Everybody out! Out! Out! We’re closed. Closed! Do your killing outside! And don’t leave any bodies on the porch!
The place clears quickly. Stragglers and grumblers are given special attention by Marion and Mahdlo, who has come from behind the bar carrying a big axe handle. Mahdlo herds the crowd out the front door as Marion turns and walks behind the bar. A scowl on her lovely face, she has just begun clearing the bar of glasses when she notices one remaining Patron huddled over a glass at the far end of the bar. Grimacing in exasperation, she heads that way like a locomotive.
MARION Hey you, deaf one! I said out of place. I don’t meant next Easter, I mean now--
She is almost on him when Indy looks up smiling. Marion stops, stares, shocked.
INDY Hello, Marion.
She hits him with a solid right to the jaw, knocking him off the barstool on the floor. He rubs his jaw and smiles up at her.
INDY Nice to see you, too.
MARION Get up and get out.
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