(Deep, gravelly whisper) No es tierra de hombres. Es tierra de cuervos y plomo.

Que vengan. La horca está vacía.

EL ÚLTIMO EN PIE... DEFINE LA JUSTICIA. [POST-CREDITS SCENE] A dark saloon. The Sheriff sits alone, bleeding. A playing card lands on the table: Ace of Spades.

Dust swirls between two rows of abandoned saloons. The wind howls. A single tumbleweed rolls past a crooked gallows.

(From the shadows) Buen duelo, Sheriff. Pero para la próxima ronda... (A second Ace lands next to it.) ...traemos a dos Sheriffs.