A Reason to Live, a Reason to Die Page #3

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- No. Ballard knows nothing about the gold.

He send me out here to clear my name,

and win him a promotion doing it

He hinds us getting in there.

It's not gonna be easy,

but I can do it.

And if the eight of us can work together,

we'll makes Ballard a General...

and we'll be living high in good

old Mexico, rich and free.

I almost forgot...

Gentlemen... your weapons.

- I think you're lying.

- There's only one way to find out.

- Yeah, by telling us where the gold is.

- I already told you. Near the sundial.

You better start paying attention to me.

If you pull that thing on me one more time,

you better be prepared to use it or

I'm gonna shove it up to your ass!

Just bring what you can carry easily.

You won't get anymore out of him,

even if you shoot his balls off.

There she is, gentlemen.

Our ride through the lines.

It takes us about a half

day's march of Fort Holman.

This will be a high grade,

but I know we can capture it.

Let's move.

This way.

Colonel, you made a mistake

sending that idiot, MacIvers.

- He's a mule skinner, Brent.

- The Colonel is right.

How much longer are

we gonna wait here?

- We're going down now. Get your gear.

- Come on, redskin.

- Hey, Hog...

- What is it, pa?

- We've got company. - Good afternoon.

- Well, stranger?

We're just on our way to army headquarters and

we stopped by to see if you had anything to eat.

Sorry, mister.

I don't mean to act unfriendly

But you can't be too careful.

- I imagine you got a lot of funny people

walking by. - Yeah, they come and they go.

Now you all come inside, behold,

my daughter will make some dishes.

April! Put more plates on the table,

we've got guests for dinner.

The land is not too generous these days.

Who comes from afar, comes from God.

Come in, friends.

A real pleasure to have you.

Go on, sit.

- Where is the nearest Confederate base?

- Up north. Fort Holman.

- Fort Holman? How far is that?

- 8 miles north, and a bit west.

Say, you wouldn't have a horse for sale?

A horse? The soldiers took everything

when they passed through.

You must be tired. If you want to

stay the night I won't charge you.

Thanks, but we're over due already.

I ain't said Grace yet!

Leave us our sins, Lord, and

bless this food we're about to eat.

The Dynamite!

Get it from the stove!

We damn near blew up ourselves,

instead of Fort Holman.

There is no fire in it!

You just stay right where you are.

- Fred, line them up against the fireplace.

- I took you into my house, gave you food...

- Sorry old-timer, you heard too much.

- I didn't hear nothing!

- Did you hear anything? - No.

- They ain't done nothing to us.

All we need is a few hours.

We can tire and gag them.

It's a half million dollars

and our hides against theirs.

- I beg you, we wouldn't say nothing!

- We're not to blame if you talked too much.

God knows, nobody asked you!

You all look in the barn.

MacIvers!

- Why? - This is why...

To steal everything he had!

God knows how many they've murdered.

- Try this on. We need a uniform

- Who, me?

Yes, you.

Now we are only seven to share.

Let me see it! Come on.

How does it fit?

How's that?

What is that?

"Colonel William A. Morrow

from the security services of Georgia" -

"is authorized to travel freely in all

territories of the states, occupied areas"

"and military zones."

It could come in pretty handy.

- Come on, Brent, you and I buy a horse.

- Isn't that risky? - Yeah.

Take it. Gonna do any shooting with it.

You do as we end at Fort Holman.

And all that gold too?

Yeah, the gold too.

What's this? You make it yourself?

- Thank you.

- Well, let's see...

Malts, a sacks of beans, lard...

coffee, bacon, cheese, salt, sugar,

bread, whiskey... You'll buying

supplies if there was a war going on!

Whisky... what else?

Oil fuse...

- Gunpowder and rope.

- Gunpowder, that's right.

- That's about it. How much is it?

- I know I forgot something.

Corn meal, coffee

bacon, cheese, whiskey, salt,

sugar, lard, bread, rope, gunpowder,

fuse... There's something missing.

- That's got to be it. How much is it?

- I'm trying to think! Don't rush me!

Sugar... corn meal, whiskey.

Pay the man, let's get out of here.

I forgot to put down the mule!

- That's a hundred dollars.

- Are you gone out of your mind?

Bon voyage and happy hunting down south.

- How are you, Scully?

- Not bad.

Strangers here abouts?

Yeah, two hunters bought the whole store.

They didn't mention what they was hunting for.

They bought gunpowder, fuse and rope

and paid without bargaining.

- A hundred dollars in cash.

- Is that so? Which way did they go?

- Out that way.

- Thanks, Scully.

Hey, you got to live up to our

agreement as long as Scully do!

They was caught. Come on, let's go.

Let's see what you got there, boys.

Why? Nothing special. Take a look.

We won! We won!

The war is over! Hooray!

The war is over!

Long live the Confederacy!

The war is over!

- What's happening?

- The war is over!

- Who told you the war is over?

- A trapper up in the hills!

This guy he just rode in from Santa Fe.

He said:

"The only sober man in town was a

preacher." And he won't be for long!

What are we waiting?

He's no better than us!

Let's get drunk!

Let's all get drunk!

Victory is ours!

Long live the Confederacy!

Free drinks now, it's on the house!

Dance, buddy!

- What's your name?

- Robinson.

Got any more, Brent?

Yeah, sure.

This is the first decent time

we've had on this stinking mission.

Don't give them anymore,

they have had enough.

- Give me that, Brent.

- Oh, come on.

- The Colonel don't want us to drink.

- To hell with him.

- He's an idiot.

- Give me the bottle, Piggott.

Piggott! Give me the bottle.

Go to hell!

Look what you've done, you bastard!

It's your fault we all go hungry tonight!

Colonel Pembroke, you gonna pick up

those beans, one at a time.

What did I tell you about

that gun, sergeant?

- I said, pick them up!

- I want to see you on your knees.

Now eat them beans.

- Beans don't agree with me.

- I'll shoot them out of your hand...

...and into your mouth.

One at a time.

How's that for a digestion, Colonel.

That's enough. The party is over.

- Always on his side.

- I'm on my own side.

He's the one who is gonna get

me to Fort Holman. That's all.

Too bad. They was real good.

- Thanks, Eli. - I didn't like

seeing you down on your knees.

Worse things have happened to me.

Why did you do it? They wouldn't have

killed you. They need you too bad.

I blame Brent for that.

Piggott was just drunk enough to start

shooting after the Confederates landed on us.

- Is it that important?

- Yeah, it's that important.

Half a million dollars will buy

us a lot of tortillas in Mexico.

Oh sh*t, I wouldn't get on my knees

for that. And neither would you.

I got a feeling there's

something else behind all this.

The uniforms fits pretty good.

Now let's say this is the Pulpit.

And that's the bridge that leads to

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