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help you with that mama thank you

Easy, son.

I don't think the Holy Father would approve of that.

Who's your leader?

The Lord Almighty in heaven.

But I think you're going to have to be talking to me instead.

Heavenly Father likes to devote his time to kindred souls, not killer snakes.

You have a big mouth for a padre.

And a bigger heart if you're in the market for being saved.

The only market I'm interested in is silver.

Silver, you say?

Yeah.

Silver. Well, now, would you be talking about the silver lining that's under

every cloud?

Or maybe the silver... Cut it!

Padre!

You and your dirt farmers got silver.

We want it. Dirt farmers have dirt.

You want dirt? Help yourself.

Ain't you heard, Father?

Lion's a sin.

So it is.

And what penance would you suggest for such a grievous sin?

Leave him!

There's your penance!

I know you got silver hidden away in your miserable little shacks.

Bring it all here in two weeks.

Or I'll give you a lesson in the Ten Commandments you won't forget, starting

with murder.

So much for today's sermon.

Remember, two weeks, just so you don't forget me.

I'm going to burn one of your farms every day till I get back.

And just to show you I'm not unreasonable, if you get the silver

together before...

Just run up a white flag And I'll come and take it off your hands

Are

you

alright father ask me in two weeks give me a hand

Now go pack some food.

While I draw you a map, you've got a hard ride ahead of you.

Ride?

To a town called Sweetwater.

I want you to find a man there called Teaspoon Hunter.

Give him that talisman.

Why?

We're going to need some help.

We can defend ourselves. We don't need more outsiders.

They'll just try to steal our silver, too.

Not this man.

I'd trust this man with my life.

And so it's been every night this week.

Noises outside my front door, shadows beneath my window. I know he's out

there. We've got to do something for her, Teaspoon. We've just got to.

Marshal Hunter, I am a single woman alone in the wilderness.

Can't you please protect me?

Well, ma'am, I can sure try.

You got any notion who this shadowy figure might be?

I have no earthly idea.

Marshal Hunter, hold on. You have to wait your turn.

I'm Marshal Hunter, son.

What can I do for you?

Miss Pearson, it seems we have a matter of some concern here. If you'll excuse

me, Barnett, would you show Miss Pearson here to her rig? But, Marshal... My

deputy will take care of you, ma'am. I promise we'll talk.

But, Marshal... Ma'am, I promise.

Don't forget.

I won't.

Where is he?

A long ride. I will take you there.

He give you any message for me?

Father Riley says to bring some guns and coffee.

And he will supply the whiskey.

That's Riley, all right.

Come here! Come here, kid!

Come here!

Get ready, we're riding out!

Buck, get over here!

Hold up your right hand.

Come on, boss!

Get a move on.

How do you know this Father Riley Teaspoon?

He wasn't no father when I knew him. We was Texas Rangers together.

Matter of fact, I played a small part in his conversion.

You Teaspoon?

Yep. We cornered this band of bank robbers up this old abandoned mine. We

thought we'd clean them out, but one of them escaped up a hidden shaft.

Riley saw him. He was taking dead aim at me from about 10 feet. Riley didn't have

time to draw his gun, so he knocked me to the ground. While I was rolling, I

shot the man.

So he saved your life.

Yeah. If he hadn't, I wouldn't be standing here today.

So then how did that help him to decide to become a priest?

Well, Riley caught my bullet in his shooting arm, severed something clear

through, so that put an end to his career as a Texas Ranger.

But, uh, turned out that was fine by him, because he was tired of living by

the gun anyways.

And that was meant for you?

Yep.

The day he left.

I'll give him this.

I told him if he ever run into something he couldn't handle or the odds seemed

overwhelming, send this to him, man.

Wherever I was, I'd come down.

I tell you, boy, some priest or Texas ranger, it don't matter.

Peter Riley is as tough as they come, and if he sent this bullet, we got us a

fight in our hands.

I've deputized Buck.

He'll stay here and help Barnett.

Let's get out of here.

I think we ought to have this mess cleaned up in about a week, Noah.

How you figure that?

It seems to me this is just a bunch of scallywags terrorizing some scared

farmers, that's all.

You know nothing about my people.

Just because we are farmers does not mean we are not men.

All right.

You don't got to get so riled about it.

And carrying that big gun does not make you a man.

Look, if I've said something that offended you, I apologize, all right?

We're just here to help, that's all.

We don't need your help.

Well, maybe you don't.

Maybe what you need is a good kick in the pants to teach you some manners.

Come and get it.

Go ahead. I'll be right there.

Don't mind him. He just talks without thinking sometimes.

So you don't want our help, huh?

We can fight our own battles.

Yeah, well, Father Riley didn't think so.

Father Riley is a good man.

But he's not one of us.

White men attack us.

So he sent for more white men to defend us?

There is no honor in this.

We should defend ourselves.

You're asking for help to make it a fair fight.

Ain't no dishonor in that.

If friends want to help, does it matter what they are?

Heading the wrong way, Chisanto.

Mission's that-a-way.

That's where we're going.

Yes, senor.

What is it with these people?

Can't none of them tell the truth?

Little friend, I'm afraid we're going to have to make an example out of you for

the rest of your flock.

Adios, amigo.

It's none other, my friend.

Well, you look a little strange.

Well, 15 years ago, I got sick of sending men to their graves.

Now I just send them on to heaven.

Doesn't get any easier, though.

What'll ask Gil?

The man's pain still feels the same, whether you shed his blood or watch in

vain. Still the poet.

You ever met an Irishman that wasn't? No.

I'd like you to meet my boys.

Welcome, gentlemen.

We're grateful to have you.

Juan, Pedro, get some men and take their horses.

Felipe will show you where you can bunk down.

Come along with me.

I'll tell you what kind of hell you just rode into.

bottle of real Irish whiskey anyways.

Well, I figured it'd be a sin to waste 20 years of hard drinking, so I started

refining my blood until I got to the good stuff.

I always knew you had that stuff running in your veins, but I asked

twice. Well, don't look back. You got much opportunity to indulge in many

others around here.

True.

Temptation is sharply reduced.

How long you been here?

Coming on 15 years.

Riley, that's a long time.

I've been offered other parishes, but I passed on them all. How come?

I feel like I make a difference to these people, Teaspoon.

Their lives would be even more cruel if I weren't about.

Like with this silver.

Silver?

What silver is that?

Well, six months ago, we found an old vein of silver in the hills.

Must have been mined by the Spaniards.

There's no big strike, mind you.

Just enough to let these people buy some plows, looms, seed, some livestock,

maybe even build a school.

Things which could lift their lives a rung or two permanently.

And I won't let that be taken from them.

Riley, that cross you're wearing's beginning to look more and more like

that old tin star of yours.

Change of hardware don't mean a change of heart.

won't regret coming.

Not coming.

That's what I'd regret.

Bless you, Teaspoon.

Bless you for being here.

And bless the Irish.

Bless them again.

Cody Pay attention kid Let

me give you a

hand with that What's your name Maria

Maria Well, that's Mary, right?

Mary, anybody ever tell you how beautiful them ass ears are?

Better luck next time.

You were always in my way.

Good help.

What did you put in this?

Chicory.

It's my specialty.

Barnett!

Barnett! I demand protection!

Ma'am, please calm down. Have a seat.

Barnett?

What happened?

I came back to my house and he'd been there. Who?

Him. The devil. The madman. My tormentor.

He left.

Oh, this.

Laid it right in front of my door.

And he was watching me, enjoying my suffering.

Who would have left that?

It's the devil's work, I tell you.

Looks more like a turkey.

Looks can be deceiving to the naked eye.

Ma'am, did you see who left it?

No, but I know he was there.

I could sense him, feel his presence.

You must stand guard at my house.

Ma'am, I understand how you're feeling, but we're shorthanded here. I can't...

I'll go.

Barnett.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Barnett.

Barnett, you know we can't be chasing every boogeyman who doesn't exist.

We got responsibilities here.

The way I see it, this is one of them. Well, I don't agree.

Fine, but I'm going to go have a look-see.

So, we've collected all the silver here in the mission to safeguard it.

And as I was telling Teaspoon here, that silver will make the difference between

dirt-scratching poverty and a decent life for these people.

That's what we're fighting for.

Well, that's as good a reason as any to take a stand, Father.

And how many men do they have?

Twenty, twenty-five, all heavily armed.

How many guns do you have here?

Five or six relics.

Probably do more harm to the shooter than to the target.

And another thing, few of our people have ever shot a gun.

Why don't we just bar up the doors and wait them out?

Because these ruthless dogs will burn out another farm every day.

He's already killed one man. Sorry, lads.

But if it was going to be easy, I'd never have called on Aloysius here.

Good old Aloysius here. He's got a good idea, right? Remember that time we was

holed up in that fort?

What's the name? Fort McKenzie. There were six of us. Whole band of Comanche

about to come down on us. Indeed, I do.

Remember how that turned out?

Pedro, what is it?

We want to speak to you.

Of course.

We want them to go. We don't want them here.

Pedro, what are you talking about?

We must give Stoltz what he asked for, Father. We must not fight.

Why not?

Because we cannot win.

And you being here only makes it worse for us.

Do you speak for everyone?

No.

What kind of cowards are you?

You're not willing to fight for what is yours to defend your wives and your

children? All right, Miguel.

So what do you propose, Pedro?

When they come tomorrow, let them in and give them the silver, all of it.

But if you give away the silver, you'll be giving away your dreams.

What good are dreams to a dead man?

What about your children?

They will become farmers like their fathers, and like their fathers before

them. And you believe they'll leave us alone if we give them the silver?

Silver is all they want.

Today, tomorrow, it'll be your crops, then your women, and then your homes.

And if you fight, they'll kill us.

We don't stand a chance.

Please, go home.

Pedro, I became a priest because I didn't want to live by the gun anymore.

But there are times when only the gun can help you, and this is one of them.

Fight like your lives depended on it, because they do.

We will not fight at all, Father.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You boys hurt?

No. You know who they are?

Yeah, they're solstice men.

Yeah, well, how'd they get in the mission?

Well, there's a side door, but that's always bolted into the lock.

Looks like there's a turncoat among us.

We're going to give Stoltz's men a real reception.

Of course, we'll need to use some of your people. My people will be glad.

That's good.

These people are very grateful to you for coming.

There's only a few of them that feel otherwise. I know that, Riley.

Am I supposed to call you father?

You'll get used to it.

Nice of him to lend a hand.

You want to be real careful how you pour, because you don't want to spill

any. We've got a lot of bottles. We've got to parcel it out so it all comes out

even. Now, then you want to start tearing your fuses right with this. OK,

start tearing your fuses.

Keep up the good work, ladies.

I think it was them who let Stoltz's men in. I don't know.

Who else could it be?

Somebody with a grudge, somebody made a deal with Stoltz. Could be anybody.

Can't let it happen again.

No, we can't. The way I figure it, nobody goes in or comes out of the

mission. One of us keeps an eye on that gate and the back door at all times.

Anyway,

we got us a few surprises for Mr.

Stoltz.

Now sight it down right to the end of the barrel.

Hold it steady.

You're going to squeeze off the trigger. Just squeeze it off.

Ready?

Aim. Fire!

Look who's here.

Decided to help us, huh?

No. I decided you were helping us.

Teaspoon, there's almost no lamp oil left for your bombs.

That's important, Father. I know it. Where can we find some?

Pablo has two small drums at his place. Let's go.

Wait. It's not that easy.

Stoltz and his men are sitting out there watching us like vultures with an

appetite. I will get the oil.

I'll go with him.

I want you to be my wife!

Sure is a big galoose.

Why do you keep staring at me?

Let it go, Pedro.

This is our home. You do not tell me what to do.

Just calm down.

Just leave us alone.

You'll get us all killed like Santo.

Let's go, Pedro. When this is all over, you will go home and we will still be

here.

Will you look at this beauty?

It looks older than the mission.

You think it'll work?

I know it'll work. I've tested it every month for the past five years.

Let me do that for you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You're all so good to help us.

It's nothing.

No, it's very brave.

I'm sorry about my mother-in-law yesterday. She watches me like a chicken

hawk.

Mother-in-law?

You married?

Widowed.

You're awfully young to be a widow.

My husband died last year from a fever.

Sorry to hear that.

Don't be. He was not good to me.

Why'd you marry him?

I had no choice.

I grew up in an ugly little village like these around here, and I couldn't wait

to get away.

When I was 17, I ran off to San Francisco.

Have you ever been there?

I can't say that I have.

What a grand place.

So full of life and people and excitement.

I was so happy there for the first time in my life.

but my father came and dragged me home said i disgraced the family and forced

me to marry a poor dirt farmer twice my age

now she watches me always

you'd better go now

Good work, Noah.

Miguel?

All right, ladies, let's get to work.

Buck, I tell you, he had arms like Ben's supposed to this big around.

And he was all woolly-headed like a buffalo.

Yeah, I can't understand how you let him take her.

I just don't understand you.

Well, if you'd been there to help like I asked, like Teaspoon asked, none of this

would have happened.

Well, it happened because you fouled up.

Well, you weren't there, Buck. You didn't see me. He was one man, and you

had a shotgun.

He doubled back here, tried to throw us off.

Over there.

How are you going to spend your share of the silver, Stoltz?

Go back to Frisco and buy me a saloon.

Then I'm going to live a high life, satisfying the appetites of my fellow

man. You think them dirt diggers got enough silver in there for that?

I have it on the best information.

Your spy also know how we're gonna get inside that wall? Yep, get it all worked

out.

Wherever he is, you sure got a lot of confidence in him.

Well, I do a whole lot.

This is the part I hate.

Waiting.

Waiting for the rain, waiting for the mail, waiting for your pot of gold.

Waiting for...

St. Patrick to return and drive these snakes out.

Teaspoon mentioned he used to be a gunfighter, is that right?

Oh, he did, did he? You said you had quite a reputation.

To be highly esteemed among vermin is nothing to puff up about.

How'd you give up the gun?

I had no choice.

The bullet you took for Teaspoon?

Oh, no, that had nothing to do with it.

I shot every bit as well with my left arm as with my right.

Well, then why?

Because every time I killed a man, a piece of me went into the grave with

him. I figured I'd better stop while there was still something left.

But now you want these people to take out their guns.

Well, I believe in the power of prayer and love and the Almighty to change many

things.

But there are a few times in life, like now, when only the gun can help.

You know your Bible, Mr. Hickok.

No, not really, Father.

Ecclesiastes. To everything there is a season.

A time to be born, a time to die, a time to kill, and a time to heal.

Slavery is worse than death, and freedom's worth dying for.

And anyway, James, you shouldn't take all this too seriously.

Remember, earthly life's but an emergency on the road to eternity.

Jimmy.

You better see this.

Ah, they've spiked the barrel.

It's completely useless.

Can it be fixed?

Not by anyone here.

Not in time to do us any good.

Jimmy!

I heard the glass breaking. I ran in here and found him. I did nothing. I

swear it.

I too heard breaking glass and I came to see.

Oh, my God.

Miguel.

Cody?

You shouldn't be here.

I'm too frightened to be alone.

Everything's gonna be all right now. You got nothing to be afraid of.

I can't help remembering those men.

The looks on their faces.

What they did to Santo.

Nothing's gonna happen to you, I promise.

i feel better with you cody

safe

Because I hate this place and I hate these people.

Cody.

This is our spy.

He killed Miguel.

This is your spy, kid.

Believe me.

Pedro couldn't have done it. I've been watching him all night.

Take this one and lock her up.

He's got a few surprises for him.

Go light the fuse!

Look! She did it!

Let's get him!

Maria must have cut it.

We've got to get that trick. Well, it's too late now. I will do it.

Hold your fire. Not yet.

Well, Cody, this ought to jar their preserves.

Ready?

disappointed in us.

What are you talking about?

Teaspoon said to work as a team, and here we've been at odds since he left.

Yeah.

What do you say we shake hands and try to work together for Teaspoon's sake?

All right.

Now, we've got to figure out a way to get her out of there.

I got an idea.

What if?

Don't you just adore the flowers? Couldn't you just die from the scent?

I collected them in that enormous field down below. Did you see it on your way

up? We sure did. It was quite a sight.

Miss Pearson, ma'am, I... Call me Lottie.

I take it you did not wish to press charges.

And what charges would you be referring to?

Well, it's quite a list.

A saw with a deadly weapon.

Kidnapping, breaking and entering?

Oh, my stars, Mills. What a litany of sin.

And if I did press charges, what would happen?

You'd probably end up, uh... Never refer to someone present as he, Buck. It's

awfully rude.

Mr. Peterson would be sent to Fort Laramie for trial.

And if convicted, what kind of sentence would Mr. Peterson serve?

It could get eight to ten years, I imagine.

Eight to ten years.

Imagine.

Do you hear what can befall a person for acting like a savage?

Do you?

Yes.

No, Buck. I won't be preferring any charges.

You see...

In the past few days, I've come to know Nils as the kind, sweet man he truly is.

Not at all the gruesome beast who haunted my every movement.

He was just infatuated with me, poor thing, weren't you?

Yes.

You see, he's terribly shy, and he spoke to me in the only language he knows,

that of the rough-hewn mountaineer, primitive and yearning.

We will be returning to Sweetwater to meet my brother Donald and to begin a

more civilized courtship.

Thank you all for settling Teaspoon's debt.

Sorry about what happened to Miguel.

Well, he died fighting for his people.

They're what really mattered to him.

I almost forgot.

I'll never give this back to you.

You keep it.

I'll be holding to you now.