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♪ [ trumpet ]

In 1865, a stranger came to New Mexico

to tell the merciless Apaches

about peace on Earth, good will toward men.

He was alone in the cruel wasteland

until one day,

two desperate men came to visit...

You mind? I'd like to have a drink of that water

before you take your bath in it.

Hurts you, don't it, Saunders,

having to split all that cash with me?

Breathing the same air as anyone low as you hurts me,

but I draw the line at having to drink your dirt.

You push me around one more time,

your hurting might be over

a whole lot sooner than you expect.

You know, if I was to bring you in,

face down over a saddle,

who'd ever guess it hadn't been Cassidy that killed you.

Huh?

Saunders.

Smoke signals.

Yeah, they've been following us all day.

Probably following Cassidy, too.

For all you know, that renegade's one of them.

Blood thirsty enough.

No chance.

He's killed too many of them.

I wish I'd never seen this desert.

Why don't you just ride away?

Not quite.

Not until I collect on Cassidy's scalp.

[ splash ]Peters.

I'm bringing Cassidy back alive.

We'll see.

We will see.

I wonder why the missionary who lives here

hasn't been out to greet us.

Well, maybe Cassidy got here afore us.

[ mutters ]

Abraham!

[ chuckles ]

Abraham, you here?

Abraham.

Abraham?

Marshall Saunders.

Ah, it's been a long time.

Yes, Abraham, it sure has.

I've suppose you've come

for another one of those good meals.

Well, we just have time

for some of your good coffee right now.

Oh, this is the bounty hunter.

He hunts people just for the price on their necks.

Tom Peters, Range Detective.

Welcome to Beersheba

That's fine coffee.

Ah, thank you.

Maybe an ear of corn?

Oh, no, no, no. We really haven't got time.

There's a dangerous killer loose in those hills.

We've got to find him.

I read that in the smoke signals.

You know the Apaches think it's quite a great sport

watching one white man stalk another.

I'm gonna round up this preacher's guns and ammunition

so Cassidy won't have a chance at them.

I have no guns or ammunition. Marshall Saunders knows that.

Then how you defend yourself?

Love is my only weapon.

You know, the other day, I was going down the trail--

What about food and water?

Huh?

Does he hand that out to just anybody?

He's right, Abraham.

You know, without food and water,

a man couldn't get very far in these parts.

Now, I want to ask you to not give Cassidy

a handout if he does show up.

Who am I to judge?

Does not God send rain upon the unjust

as well as upon the just?

It's a mad dog we're talking about.

He killed a mother, father, and their baby girl

the last time anybody tried to help him.

Can't you see, that this man, in God's eyes,

is just as important as anyone?

You're crazy.

You religious fanatic, I oughta--

All right, that's enough of that.

Abraham, we've got to go. Come on.

MAN: Freeze.

Now, just hold it right there.

[ chuckles ]

So, you thought you'd been trailing me all day, huh?

I've been behind you since last night.

Apache smoke signals told us that.

Yeah, the Apaches have been having

a great laugh on all of us.

It ain't my intention to be

giving the Apaches any laugh.

Well, what do we got here?

Couple of bounty hunters?

This is Marshall Saunders. Now, he's only doing his job.

Yeah.

And I guess you're just doing your job, too, hmm?

Oh, I heard that stuff about me being a mad-dog killer.

Ah, Cassidy, now,

I don't see this as anything for you to take so personal.

I can explain.

This Marshall here, he made me--

You kill us,

your scalp will be curing on an Apache belt before morning.

Now, that's if you're lucky.

If I'm not lucky?

SAUNDERS: You'll be staked out on an ant hill.

Now, the Apaches are friends of ours.

Stick him in the ground.

Do as he says, Marshall.

Your life is too important in God's eyes.

How long you been around here, Preacher?

Ten years.

Ten years, huh?

Well, that don't leave any doubt in my mind

about them Apaches being pretty good friends of yours.

What are you staring at, Preacher?

How can a man kill so easily?

Simple.

You draw, aim, fire, somebody's dead.

You've eaten, and you've refreshed.

Will you please go now?

Now, you listen to me.

You under this clearly,

I'm the one who says when to go around here,

or you might end up out there

with the Marshall.

Stop!

Water's too precious to destroy like that.

If you don't like the way I'm doing this,

You get out here and do it yourself.

[ mutters ]

All right, let's go.

What are you doing, preacher?

[ grunts ]

Preacher, I asked you a question.

Now, you quit trying to ignore me.

I'm sorry.

I didn't hear you.

I said, "what are you doing?"

It's good for a man to pray.

Praying? I guess you think

that's gonna save your hide, huh?

I was praying for Marshall Saunders.

Marshall Saunders.

You're not a bit afraid for yourself, are you?

Except for a miracle, I would have died on a gallows

under a slave master's lash.

Since then, my life has been in God's hands.

In God's hands?

Preacher, your life's in my hands, now.

[ whistling ]

Yeah, you'd love to see them Apaches come swarming

in here on me, wouldn't you?

I was not only praying for Marshall Saunders.

I was praying for you, too.

Gimme your hands.

You think that I'm stupid enough to really believe that,

you're a bigger fool than I ever thought.

Man who make corn grow in desert,

I am Victorio, chief of Apaches.

Now, your enemy dies.

No, Victorio.

He thirsts for your blood.

If you men know what they thirst for,

take anything you want.

take the horse, the food, and his guns,

but spare his life.

Is the teaching of your strange god?

To let enemies live?

My god says, "Love your enemies."

Better tell white men about that god.

You, come with us now.No, I--

I must stay here.

Your god's so kind that you are eager to die.

That white man will kill you.

Maybe.

Now, I would like to go with you and live,

but I am also not afraid to stay here and die,

if that is God's will.

I do not understand this god of yours.

No man could understand God.

But if I live, I will tell you what I know.

Hm.

Victorio--

Now, will you...

help Marshall Saunders before another sun comes

to take away his life?

Victorio...

helps no white man.

Horses...

Preacher, them Apaches were here.

Then thank god for a miracle, we're still alive.

They'll get thirsty, too, you know.

Yes.

I'm going to get thirsty, too.

Preach... preacher...

Preacher, wait!

I guess you didn't hear me again, huh?

I'll tell you what I'd love very much.

I'd love a long, cold drink out of them mountains up there.

Now, how much farther till we get to some water?

I have no idea.

You have no idea?

Preacher, you told me that you knew this desert.

I said I only lived in it,

but I seldom leave Beersheba.

I'm as lost as you are.

Preacher, you're not lost.

Preacher, you ain't lost.

I'm gonna kill you, Preacher.

I'm gonna kill you, you hear me?

I came here to die with you, Mr. Cassidy.

If God wills it.

"If God wills it."

Now, I'm gonna tell you,

you quit trying to preach to me.

God didn't will you to come out here and take care of me.

If you want to take care of someone,

you get out there and take care of them Apaches.

You hear me?

Don't preach to me.

For 10 years, the Apaches have shown

no special interest in my preaching.

Maybe God sent you here to pass this way.

Maybe he sent me...

here with you to die

so that you wouldn't die alone,

thinking no one cared.

You really do care, don't you?

That's why I didn't leave with the Apaches last night,

like they wanted me to.

Don't you see?

You are as important to God,

as important as anyone.

No, you don't, preacher.

No, you don't.

I know what you're trying to do.

You're trying to get to me.

You religious fanatics, you're all alike.

You're trying to get to me, now. Admit it, aren't you?

Victorio left his knife right near your face

so that you would see that he meant to kill you.

You found it right there.

Yeah, they're all out there somewhere, aren't they?

All your friends, all the Apaches.

They're all watching me right now.

They're all laughing at me.

I don't think they're laughing.

They know I'm thirsty, too.

Thank you, Father. Thank you.

No...

No...

Those liars.

Lying hypocrite.

Take me halfway around this desert,

bring me back right where we started from.

[ mutters ]

I gotta have water.

Water...

Lying...

You lying hypocrite.

Lied to me!

Cassidy.

Save some for Cassidy.

[ bullet ricochets ]

That one thirsts more for you blood

than he does for water.

I'll die, Victorio...

when God wills it.

I have water for you, Mr. Cassidy

You liar, preacher.

You ain't got no water.

You've been lying to me.

I have water for you, Mr. Cassidy.

Give me your gun.

And the one under your shirt.

Mr. Cassidy.

[ gun fires ]

No, Victorio!

Victorio!

Victorio!

No, Victorio!

No, Victorio!

[ speaking Apache ]

[ muttering ] Water...

Easy.

Easy.

He just tried to kill you,

yet you give him water.

Why?

This was an accident.

If you had died,

his death would have been no accident.

This is a sick man, Victorio.

You know about hate and death,

and I would teach you about life and love.

I have watched you for many moons,

man who makes corn grow in desert.

Your god is strange,

but he give you a good heart

and a straight tongue.

[ mutters ]

Victorio and his people will hear you.

[ mutters ]

All right, Abraham,

I'll send those seeds you asked for,

and your reward money.

You...

keep the reward money to get Mr. Cassidy a good lawyer.

Victorio's decision to hear my teaching was my reward.

All right, come on, Cassidy.

Abraham.

Will you come and see me?

You won't be alone.

I'll be there.

I'd like that.

On June 8th, 1876,

Cassidy paid the supreme penalty

on the gallows in Silver City.

He walked his last mile with Abraham at his side.

Next week, another chapter in the history of the west.