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I don't need a preacher. I need a doctor.

No doctor's here, son.

Only God can save you now.

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not wrong. I done told you to go fetch me a

doctor. I don't need a preacher. He maketh me lie down in green pastures. He

leadeth me beside still waters. Please get me a doctor.

Good Lord knows I tried.

Hey, do you want to stay for breakfast?

Well, I would love to, but I promised my pa I'd meet him at the road just after

sunup.

They sure do enjoy your visits.

Oh, and the doll?

Such a fine gift.

Well, my ma gave it to me when I was her age.

I figured it was time to pass it on.

Well, don't you want to keep it, just as a memento?

I don't need anything to help me remember her.

She'll be in my heart forever.

She was a fine woman.

She raised a good daughter.

When does Jason get back?

Oh, hopefully before dark.

I just get so worried about him being out there in the woods, alone.

Well, you can't hunt in the front yard. It's what my Pa always says.

Well, he's right, but still.

Well, you probably better get going.

Pa does not like to wait on you. He does not.

I'll see you in a few weeks.

I'm looking forward to it.

And so are the children.

Dear Lord, thank you for this food. Thank you for our home and our family.

Please bring Papa back safe from his hunting trip.

But they're here at his time, not rabbits.

Your father coming home with food for us is a blessing, even if it's just

rabbits.

Oh boy, looks like we're gonna have rabbits too for a while.

Here we go.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a

wretch like me.

Well, sir, that's some fine singing.

I do appreciate the message.

Are you a man of the cloth?

I sure am, son.

Folks call me Reverend.

Well, what brings you to this remote valley, Reverend?

I'm out visiting families too far away to come in for church.

Spreading God's word and hoping to share a meal.

Well, I appreciate you bringing God's word to our home, but my husband's out

and he wouldn't want me inviting a stranger into our home. I understand

completely, ma'am.

I'll just finish my song and be on my way.

When we've been there... Wait, wait, Reverend.

You know, the Lord wouldn't want me turning away a weary traveler.

Especially a man of the cloth.

Well, that's very kind of you, ma'am. Thank you.

I promise I won't sing for my supper.

I'll just read God's word.

Come on.

Well, Reverend, you're just in time for our afternoon meal.

Nothing fancy, mind you.

Oh, it's fine. That's just fine. Thank you.

Say.

Who'd like to hear the story about a little boy named David who killed a

giant? We do.

Yeah? I'm sorry, Reverend. That story's a bit too violent for children, don't

you think?

Well, the Bible's full of terrible things, ma'am.

Best they learn that now.

So we're going to read out of 1 Samuel chapter 17, verses 49 through 51.

Now, Samuel was the last judge, but the very first prophet.

for Israel.

He wrote this book and a bunch of other books in the Bible, and he's the one who

told us about David.

and took his sword and drew it out of the sheath thereof and slew him and cut

his head off.

And when the Philistines saw that their champion was dead, they fled.

David cut off his head?

He cut off his head.

Told you that story was too violent for children.

Eat your meal.

My apologies, ma'am.

When I was their age, I found that a very rousing story.

Oh, I know that story from my childhood too, Reverend. It's just... For my

husband and I, we're New Testament believers.

We want to teach our children love and forgiveness.

Of course.

Shall we pray?

Dear Lord,

Thank you for this day, for this family who welcomed

me into their home.

Thank you for this food.

And thank you for their reward surely awaits them in heaven.

Amen.

Amen.

If we hurry up, we can make it home before sunset. Come on.

Perhaps I could read the children a proper Bible verse before I take my

leave.

Well, it'll be dark soon, Reverend. You might want to stay the night in our root

cellar. Oh, there's no worries about me riding at night, ma'am.

It's full moon.

Be bright as a cloudy day.

Say, how about I read something by King David himself?

The 23rd Psalm?

That'd be just fine, Reverend.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me past still waters and leadeth me down paths of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no

evil.

What's the value of the shadow of death?

Is that a real place?

Oh yeah, it's a real place.

Oh!

I know that killing is a sin.

You told it to Moses. You inscribed it on the tablets. But I also know that you

gave me this sacred task that day back on the battlefield.

So I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing until you tell me to stop, until

you tell me that you're satisfied with the work I do, that I do for you.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Sorry I wasn't here to protect you.

Give me father this vengeance is mine

The

single

horse shot

one rider this wasn't you or a rebel

this was a white man

Boy, that row ain't gonna hoe itself.

Boy, it's as useless as tits on a barrel.

Oh, quit fussing with me, woman.

I can sit down on my own. The boy can wait till he's done with that garden. I

swear if he spent as much time working as daydreaming, this entire valley would

be cultivated.

He's a boy, Rans. You let him be.

When I was his age, I was planting tobacco and clearing brush from fields.

I had calluses long before these damn canes rubbed my fingers raw.

I know you worked hard before your accident.

Don't patronize me, woman.

I'm a cripple now.

I can't walk.

I can't work.

I can't do nothing.

So the boy works till I say he's done.

Goddammit, don't just leave him.

I'll pick him up after supper.

Your father has taken to a nap after his supper.

I'll bring you food out here.

You mean he's drunk and looking for a reason to swing that damn cane at me.

Don't you take that tone about your father.

You know what? Keep your supper.

I ain't hungry.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm sorry.

He's getting worse.

I don't know how to help him.

I'm leaving.

If you're smart, you'll leave too.

I can't.

You've got your whole life ahead of you.

Go find it.

But I can't leave him.

Come in and eat.

We'll both be quiet.

Maybe we won't wake him.

Pistol arrows.

What a waste.

A

knife.

Or a rifle.

Those are the only

weapons a man should use.

A pistol only has one purpose, and that's to kill a man.

Lucky for me, I have a purpose for these pistols,

and that I am currently running low on funds.

I'd pray for you, but even my hypocrisy has its limits.

And it is too damn hot for grave digging or giving you a proper burial.

Don't worry, gentlemen.

You'll be digesting in a coyote's belly before...

The worms have their way with you.

Where'd you get these?

Pistoleros.

Heard shots, found two of them dead on the ground.

Gave them a Christian burial.

Relieved them of these. They're mine now.

Well, seeing as you're a man of the cloth, $10 each.

Now, I myself have never had a reason to purchase one.

But I know they're worth about five times that.

Fifteen dollars each, but no more.

I gotta make a profit.

Fifteen each.

A pound of that jerk beef and a loaf of bread.

Done.

You know, I got folks to pay a fair dollar for that Bible you're carrying.

Well, I appreciate your customer's hunger for the word, but my Bible ain't

for sale. That's my stock in trade.

All right, then.

You got anything else worth trading?

Got a bag of crap apples.

Good eating, but they won't last long.

How many of that get me?

I'll give you two.

No three apples for it.

I'll take the bag.

Hey, these pistols ain't got no bullets.

Bullets?

Well, some of the bullets are wasting away in dead men. Others are scattered

on the ground about ten miles back. You're welcome to go retrieve them.

These ain't no use to nobody without bullets.

That is my hope.

Besides, our bargain was for two pistols at a good price.

I never made mention of no bullets.

But he ain't no man of the cloth at all.

Well, I'm a bastard's what he is.

Vernon. You put those buckets down, I need to talk to you.

Gotta get water to the chickens, Paul.

Chickens can wait.

Sit down.

I know it's been hard on you, son.

I've turned into a useless, bitter drunk who can't take care of his own family.

You don't have to be a drunk, Paul.

You can still help take care of us.

I won't quit drinking.

It's killing me.

And your mother.

It's good, Paul.

Not sure why you're telling me this.

You and me, we're gonna start putting crops up on the meadow beyond the pines,

remember?

Yeah, I do.

You had big plans.

I want this place to be yours one day.

A place you can raise your own family.

I'm not built for this life, Paul.

I want to travel and see things.

And work in something besides dirt and manure.

I know you do.

But you can't ever leave.

Not now.

What do you mean?

Without you, there's no one to work this land.

No work, no food.

We'd starve without you. You could hire someone.

We can't afford that.

Unless you or your mother and me starve.

Don't walk away from me. We're not done.

Feels like we're done to me.

And those chickens need water.

You know, if you can't work it, sell it and move to Colorado City.

I'm sure they have plenty of work for a cripple there.

Boy.

My friend, this miracle tonic is the cure for all that ails you.

Measles, cured.

Scurvy, cured.

Syphilis, mostly cured.

I have four cases in my wagon out back, and they can all be yours for pennies on

the dollar.

How many pennies?

Well, if you buy all four cases, that's 48 bottles at 25 cents apiece. You could

charge a dollar apiece. Just think of the profit, sir.

I don't have $12 to risk when you're... Potion?

It's not a risk. It's a very wise investment. You'd be making 75 cents on

every sale. Why, you would be stealing from me. I think you'd be better off to

sell it yourself at the back of your wagon.

I don't have your gift.

This magic elixir, sir, sells itself.

If you're not buying anything, good day.

Welcome, friend.

What was that?

Snake oil salesman.

Tried to get me to be one too.

Now what can I do for you?

I need a box of cartridges for my Spencer.

Nice rifle.

A souvenir from the war back east.

Make you a union boy.

That's right.

You got a problem with that?

Twelve years and two thousand miles later, not at all.

I buy, sell, and trade.

That's it.

You're lucky.

Don't have much call for Spencer cartridges out here.

Three dollars.

That's a lot of money.

Middle of nowhere, friend.

I operate in supply and demand.

I got the supply.

You got the demand.

Can I help you with anything else?

I can't afford anything else.

Perhaps you'd be interested in trading that Spencer for... a pair of these.

Colt single-action army pistols.

But no bullets, I'm afraid.

Where'd you get those?

On the ground next to two dead men.

About 10 miles away from here.

Son of a bitch lied to me.

He said he buried those men and said a prayer over them.

Claimed to be a preacher.

But I didn't believe him.

Well, that son of a bitch left them on the ground.

Do you want them or not?

Three dollars.

But, middle of nowhere, friend.

Can't sell those pistols with no bullets.

I got the supply, and you got the demand.

Now that you're flush again, let's say you buy something pretty for that

special lady.

I don't have a special lady anymore.

Where'd you get this?

Now hold on, friend. If you want it, you gotta pay for it.

I already paid for it two years ago in Denver.

It was a birthday gift for my wife.

The man who murdered her must have taken it.

Who sold you this?

Who? The man who sold me those pistols.

He traded me a bag of crab apples for them.

The preacher?

So he said.

But like I said, I didn't believe him even if he did carry around a Bible.

He's no man of God.

He's a charlatan.

Describe him to me.

About my height and size.

unshaven, graying, wore all black, even his hat.

Had a bob on his coat on one side and a big knife on the other.

He didn't know I saw that.

A big knife.

When was he here?

Yesterday, midday.

Where was he headed?

If you pass the dead men as he did...

I guess he's headed west from here.

I take it you're tracking him?

I am.

What are you going to do when you catch him?

I'm going to kill him.

Then you'll need this.

No charge.

Thanks.

But I won't use those.

I'm going to kill him like you killed my family.

With a knife.

I'd dearly like to see that.

If I can give you the chance.

You're the only man that knows what he looks like.

You can help me.

I'd be happy to offer it.

But I got a family to feed.

I can't be running off to help you.

I'm sure you understand that.

More than you know.

What about the hair clip?

It's yours if you want it.

No charge.

Hello, boy.

Hello.

I'm a humble man of God looking for a family who I might be able to share some

scriptures and a meal with.

You got a name, mister?

Hey, call me Reverend.

Well, I'm Vernon.

The Reverend here wants a meal in exchange for reading a few Bible verses.

Oh, words from the Holy Scripture read to us by a man of the cloth?

Why, it'll be just like attending church on Sunday.

You and your father could use a dose of good word.

Forgive their manners.

We are pleased to have you. You're welcome in our home.

Your timing is perfect, Reverend.

I was just about to call Vernon in for the midday meal.

I've met Vernon.

What's your name, sir?

Rance.

What's yours?

They just call me Reverend.

I ain't no name.

Suits me.

Would you do us the honor of saying grace?

Reverend.

Certainly.

Dear Lord, thank you for this day and for the food you've set before us.

Though we all be but sinners, thank you for this home and their wonderful

hospitality.

Amen. Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

So, Reverend, what brings you to these parts?

Well, that is a long and involved story, but suffice to say that God has

tasked me with saving souls for heaven.

Well, tell me, Ransom, what challenge did the good Lord give you that made

those canes necessary?

The Lord challenged me with a horse that threw me one fine afternoon.

Crippled me.

But I got the best of it.

How so?

Killed it.

Me and the boy butchered it.

We lived off it for months.

The Reverend does not want to hear that story, Rance.

Well, he asked now, didn't he?

That I did.

That I did.

You know, your situation does remind me of a Bible passage about a little boy in

2 Samuel 4-4.

He's dropped by a nurse, sort of like that horse dropped you, made him a

cripple. It said, and Jonathan, Saul's son, had a son who was lame of feet. You

gonna read me the story of a cripple in my own home?

Meal's over.

Bible study is over.

Boy, I told you to muck that horse stall this morning.

Get to it.

I am so sorry.

No apology necessary, ma'am.

Perhaps that was the wrong scripture to read. It was the wrong scripture.

Thoughtless is what it was.

Bernie!

Don't you be rude now.

Do as your father says and take yourself back to work in that barn.

Allow me to fix you some food for the journey.

It's the least I can do.

Well, that would be a real blessing, ma'am. Thank you so much.

First, I think I'm going to help your boy, Muck, get stalled.

That's the least I can do.

What a good man you are, Reverend.

Idle hands are the devil's workshop.

Proverbs 1627.

I told your mother that I would relieve you of your burden.

Just how are you going to do that?

Live in shit, die in shit, boy.

Good news, horse.

No more crab apple cores for you.

These folks have carrots.

Take it he did not want your help?

He did not.

Jane?

Jane, is everything all right?

Well, we might waste some time going down the side road, buddy.

Looks like we have to see where it leads.

Come on.

Huh?

Whoa.

Help. Help.

Hold on, boy.

Stay unconscious, boy.

You don't want to be awake for this.

I mean, I feel like it now, but you're lucky I found you.

well i think i saved your boy

I'm getting tired of this.

Don't talk.

That cut was pretty deep.

My name is Jason.

Jason Collier.

I live about 50 miles northeast of here, near Fort Morgan.

Do you know it?

Don't worry about communicating.

There'll be time for that.

You feel like moving?

I'm sorry.

Your folks are gone.

I buried them next to the garden. No, that's okay.

Whoever did this, I think they killed my family too.

Let it heal.

Let's have a look.

It's healing.

You should be resting, son.

No more rest.

My name is Vernon.

All right, Vernon.

Drink up.

I don't want you talking much, so save your words.

Who did this?

Reverend.

I doubt he's a man of God.

Probably using the Bible in a pious attitude to trick people.

Gain the trust.

I gotta get going in the morning before the trail goes cold.

I know you've had time to think about this.

But the farm is now yours.

But I could use your help.

I see his face in my sleep.

That knife.

The look in his eyes.

I can track him.

But I need you to spot him for me.

What do you say?

What are you gonna do when you find him?

I'm gonna gut him like a pig.

And leave him for the buzzards.

I'll help you.

Good.

You got a horse?

I saw some stalls, but no horse.

There's one to a neighbor five miles up the road.

We can get it tomorrow.

Okay.

I'm going to pack some provisions tonight.

Only first thing in the morning.

I'll go to the garden and get some vegetables.

Do you need anything?

A cross for my mother's grave Her name was Jane Pollard

I'm getting stronger.

Rest up.

We leave first light.

You lock up?

Yeah. Good.

We'll need a place to come back to when we're finished.

Not sure I want to.

No rain, no other riders. The tracks are clear all day.

We need to make up some time.

As soon as we get your horse, we need to get moving.

Jason? Yeah.

I've never killed anyone before.

Never even thought about it.

I don't know if I can do it.

No matter how much I want to.

Don't worry.

You just point them out.

You're the killing to me.

We're almost there.

He and my father were old friends.

He said he'd look in on the place until I get back.

Did you tell him you might not make it back?

Yeah. He said he'd keep the graves tended either way.

Good man.

Now we need to get moving.

Stay behind me.

And I want you messing up my tracks.

I don't like idle chatter.

You need to rest your voice.

So don't speak unless you can improve on silence.

You're home early. I wasn't expecting you so soon.

Couldn't stay away.

I do love evangelizing to folks, but I want to come home and

see you and all this that God's blessed us with. I just couldn't stay away

anymore.

It's good to be back.

I didn't have anything hot prepared.

You can have some bread while you wait.

Dear Lord, thank you for this food, and thank you for this good woman.

And thank you for bringing my husband home safe.

Amen. Amen.

Like I said before, I wasn't expecting you home for a few more days.

Did everything transpire to your liking?

Oh, it really did.

It did. I met all kinds of folks, told them about the Lord, and helped them on

their way to heaven.

That's marvelous.

Is that blood on your arm? Did you get hurt?

Yeah, see, they're good as new.

How in the world did you get blood on your arm?

Well, I didn't get to eat with thankful families every night. Sometimes I had to

kill and skin my own supper.

I know how bad you hate killing innocent creatures.

I'm so sorry you had to resort to such barbaric behavior, Ramil.

It just reminded me why I was anxious to get home to you.

I don't believe I've ever met a woman that's so keen on killing and skinning

rabbits.

Genesis 126.

I practice our domain over the fish, the fowl, the cattle, and the rabbits.

I believe you know the Bible better than I do.

I do know the good word chapter and verse, but not as well as you.

I'm just so proud that my husband is the shepherd of our flock.

Speaking of her flock, how'd the chapel go while I was away?

It wasn't the same without you, but the congregation understands the importance

of getting the word out to the folks who are isolated in the wilderness.

What was your sermon on?

The Sermon on the Mount.

I'm sorry, I just thought they needed to hear about forgiveness.

And I thought I told you.

to refrain from the Gospels.

Ours is an Old Testament philosophy, eye for an eye.

God raining down wrath on sinners.

Forgiveness is for heaven, not earth.

Forgiveness on earth invites sinning on earth.

Go fetch my leather strap and wait in the bedroom.

Now I have to rewrite that whole sermon for Sunday.

Hellfire and brimstone, that's all they're going to hear.

You get a woman back home?

I used to.

She moved away a few years ago.

How'd you meet your wife?

Story for another time.

Get yourself cleaned up.

When I finish rewriting this sermon, I expect a hot supper.

Let's stop here for a while.

It's becoming more difficult to follow these tracks.

The ride are dismounted.

The tracks aren't as deep as they were before.

Best I can tell, the path goes this way.

Come on, boy.

Let's take a look at that wound.

How does it feel?

It's better.

Think you can eat some solid food?

Chew it well.

How did you learn all this?

Learn what?

Stitching.

Tracking.

I was a medic in the war, for the Union.

I pulled bullets and stitched wounds for boys on both sides.

Tracking came later.

Moved out west, made friends with the Arapaho, so my family could settle

safely.

They taught me to track and hunt, and I looked after their injuries.

We respected each other.

You think they could help you find the Reverend?

No.

My Arapaho friends are either dead or on reservations.

My loss is nothing compared to what they suffered.

Tell me about your loss.

You know who I lost and what I lost Just tell me

I

have

a wife

Took care of them.

Loved them.

I went out for a hunt one day, looking for a deer.

And the hunt took me out further than I wanted.

I came back, it was late at night.

Cabin was dark.

My family was dead.

Butchered.

Made to look like the Arapaho done it, but I knew better.

I buried him.

Just like your ma, Paul.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

I didn't want to hear it.

I needed to hear it.

Why?

I wanted to get away from my parents.

And now they're gone.

I don't know how to feel.

You'll miss him, I suppose.

I've never killed anybody before.

Can't even kill a rabbit without having nightmares.

I sure as hell can't kill this Reverend for what he did.

Don't worry about it.

You just point him out, and I'll do the killing for both of us.

See, that's why I needed to know what he did.

You've got every reason to want him dead.

I'm not so clear on that.

You'll let me know when you see him?

I will.

You want to know why?

Because he knows what I look like, too.

Self-preservation.

Almost as compelling as revenge.

Let's get that son of a bitch.

I don't want you talking the rest of the day you've said enough.

Let's go.

Are you sure I can't come alone?

You know I love our time together, Church.

No, I think you did enough.

You gotta let me fix this.

Maybe next Sunday.

Get inside and lock the door. I expect a hot meal when I come home.

It's been raining so hard.

I've lost the path.

I'd be guessing at this point.

If your best guess is all we've got, I'll take it.

I've been tracking this son of a bitch for days.

I'm trying to follow the last hoof prints.

That makes it difficult.

Well, if he lives in this valley and thinks he's safe, might just find some

hoof prints.

Or even better.

Better?

Might just ride up on him headed to town.

That'd be good.

We're not gonna find him standing here.

Let's go.

Whoa.

Just what I was afraid of.

Rain, mud, and dozens of tracks.

If his tracks are here, I can't find them.

Maybe, but he is a reverend, and Colorado City surely has a church.

Sunday morning.

Might be a waste of time.

Somebody's come out of that church in 20 minutes.

Maybe he didn't recognize him when he came out.

Let's give it a few more minutes.

They're in a church within 20 miles of here.

How do you know that?

I asked the livery stablehand when he was tying up our horses.

My wife.

She loved this song.

Here.

Give that to the accordion player.

That's him.

How much of a head start are you going to give him?

Enough. I don't want him to think we're following him.

When we catch up to him, are you going to kill him? Yep.

Come on, I don't want to lose him.

I prefer to eat alone today.

You've made my job so hard.

Threats generate fear. Fear fills offering plates.

But forgiveness can... Just shut up. Just shut up.

Go outside. Go for a walk or something. I can't look at you.

Threats generate fear. Fear fills offering plates.

Threats generate fear. Fear fills offering plates.

I do believe that horse and I are the same in his eyes.

That's generated fear.

Fear fills offering plates.

Fear fills offering plates.

Fear fills the offering plates.

I wonder what he would do if I just kept walking.

We've got him.

We'll wait here until we figure it out.

What are you guys doing on our property?

Oh, hello, ma'am.

We just came from town and wanted to speak to the Reverend.

We're just visitors passing through when some of his parishioners said he lived

here. Well, he does, but we're not accepting visitors today.

Hmm.

Say a word, and I'll kill you. Got it?

I don't know if you're part of this or not, but until I know for sure, your

life is forfeit.

Understand?

Your husband murdered my wife and children.

Show her.

He slit my throat.

Left me for dead and murdered my mom and pa.

I saw him then and I saw him today.

Black coat, large knife on one side, Bible on the other.

You know we're right.

We're not the law.

We're not here to arrest him.

That's right.

We're here to kill him.

And you're going to help us.

Or you're going to die with him.

Understand?

Wait.

You don't know.

She knew.

Don't tell me you didn't know.

No?

Prove it.

Help us.

What do you want me to do?

You should walk up to the cabin, open up the door, and invite us in as friends.

Got it?

Here. What is this?

Hair clip.

Your husband took it from my wife when he killed her. I don't want it. Take it.

Walk.

Please give him a chance to stay his side.

He'll have his chance.

Don't worry about the woman.

If the Reverend gets a drop on me, shoot him.

I told you I don't want to do that.

If I'm dead, boy, it's between you and him.

You decide.

It's loaded.

Just pull the hammer back, point it at his chest, shoot him.

You told me you'd wait.

If he gives me the chance, I will.

Walk.

Go tend to your husband.

How did you find me?

It was easy.

He left a trail even a blind man could track.

I didn't leave any survivors.

I wasn't worried about being tracked.

How many?

Including you?

52.

I remember every one of them.

Why?

Well...

I used to say that I was sending them God for the reward.

I guess after a while, I just really like killing.

I ain't dead yet.

You didn't kill me.

Oh, well, I thought I recognized you.

Well, you must be real proud of yourself, shooting a man in the back.

I'd have preferred watching you get gutted. This will have to do.

And I'm not proud of it.

But I'll live with it.

Were you ever a man of God?

I watched one down the battlefield.

Took it as a sign.

So I took his Bible and his name and I headed west.

It is amazing how people will just welcome you into their home if they

think you're a man of God.

All those trips you took every few weeks.

He's still alive.

You want to finish him off?

No, I don't.

Just take me home, son.

What am I supposed to do?

Let's go.

Are they gone yet?

Yes, they're gone.

He should have gutted me when he had the chance.

This wound ain't fatal, I can feel it.

Hurry up, get me to the bed, patch me up.

I have a better idea.

I can't see you right now.

I think I'm gonna go take a walk.

We're almost there.

You think you can make it?

I've made it for 50 miles.

I'm not giving up now.

What do you think she ended up doing?

I don't know.

I hope she gutted him like a pig.

I hope God forgives you.

Because I do not.

Take me to my family.

Take me to my family.

Who are you?

Vernon Pollard.

You?

A friend of the Colliers.

What happened here?

According to Jason, he was out for a hunt, and when he came back, they were

all dead.

Murdered.

Who did it?

A man posing as a reverend.

He talked his way into the home, had a meal, read from the

Bible, then killed the family.

How do you know that?

He came to my home, too.

Killed my parents.

But not you?

Not for lack of trying.

Jason found me, stitched me up and saved me.

Then what?

Then we hunted that son of a bitch down and we killed him.

So where's Jason?

He was the Reverend's last victim.

I buried him next to his family.

Where? Jason's grave doesn't have a cross on it.

I just finished digging it.

I put a cross on it.

So what are you going to do now?

Jason abandoned it.

I think I'll stay here for a while.

Figure things out.

Well, it's a mess in here.

You mind if I clean it up?

I'd appreciate it.

Where are you going now?

I'm going to need some food.

Can't hunt in the front yard.

Well, the cabin will be clean when you return.

Will you be here when I return?

Maybe

Maybe she stayed and is happy to spend her

day with a man she doesn't know.

But perhaps a love can grow.

Maybe he learns to forget a hate

that burns and forgive himself at last.

For a dream that's in the past.

Maybe it's a word that will only give us

nothing.

But a way that we can live when there's nothing left

to give. And maybe there's a hope of a future

with an offering.

Of a better time Maybe

Maybe she tried

To live with all the lies A memory

to look back upon With tears for those now

gone Maybe

nothing but a way that we can do when there's

nothing left to give and maybe there's a hope of

the future with an offering of a better time

maybe