Left For Dead

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This tragic Mexican ghost story started in 1880...

In a mining town called Amnesty, when preacher ended his affair with a local whore.

The whore went insane and with the other whores in town, they killed every man, woman and child.

The preacher made a deal with the devil to live on as a ghost, hoping one day to exact bloody vengeance.

Cursed to never travel beyond Amnesty's cemetery he carried on believing one day circumstances would bring those whores back to his vengeful hands.

His bloody wish came true 15 years later in the form of a fugitive named Blake Sentenza and a woman called Clementine Templeton...

Vengeance.

It is enough to keep you going through anything...

through fear,

through pain,

through hell itself.

Because until you have vengeance,

it has you.

And it won't let you go.

It won't let you live.

It won't even let you die.

You have something for me?

Answer the question, senorita.

Or do I use this ugly edge

on your pretty face?

Take it.

What are you hiding there?

I'm not looking for trouble.

I'm looking for a man, that's all.

Well...

look no farther.

I may be a woman,

but I'll be your man, senorita.

No.

You're not him.

You don't want to be, neither,

'cause when I find him

I'm gonna blow his balls off.

I came from Hell's Crossing.

They told me to come this way...

said a Mary Black

might be looking for him too.

I thought I might help.

Mother Mary doesn't need your help.

A taste of what I got in that bundle

might change your mind.

No more...

Left for dead

Take this offering as communion with her,

Mother Lord.

I can guess what happened to our two lookouts.

How about you tell all of us who you are?

Clementine Templeton.

I'm looking for this man...

the same man I hear y'all are looking for.

Maybe I can help you find the son of a b*tch.

Maybe you can.

So what's Sentenza to you?

Back home,

he left a girl,

abandoned her.

Took all her money and left her

with nothing but his baby in her stomach.

This is my daughter Michelle.

Sentenza f***ed her,

left her like this.

He raped her?

Love sometimes makes you do

things you don't want to do.

You think what he did to you was love?

They're on the same trail...

Mary Black, her followers.

Their path started out in a town ruled by women...

a way of life threatened by a man.

Now they're afraid of where the trail ends...

Amnesty.

All of them are worried that if the ghost stories are true,

the day of reckoning with Mobius Lockhardt awaits them.

The name's Rosa Hodge...

Sheriff Hodge to you and everyone else.

I uphold the law in Hell's Crossing...

Mary's law.

Yeah, a town run by women.

We were through waiting for men to give us our rights.

Crack Shot, a fast shot. One shot...

that's all Dora really needs.

Be glad you ain't dueling with me.

Any gold you've got or find, I get.

If you don't make it, that is.

Name is Olie Almarich.

Lads call me Goldie.

See, I love gold.

I have great certainty what it is.

I've heard there's a lot of gold hidden in Amnesty,

scraps from back before the mine was abandoned.

I intend to claim it all for me and Mother Mary.

Quite the posse you got here.

That girl

Sentenza left behind...

is she a relation of yours,

your sister?

How'd you come by your skills?

My father

Eli...

he had a ranch,

a dead Mexican wife and three little girls.

For most of us it's a vision.

For me, it was her,

bestowed on me out of nowhere... Michelle.

Wait, so you're saying your pregnancy was?

Immaculate.

You'll be lucky to survive one more night before becoming a mother.

Mother Lord will keep you well long enough to cleanse the sin

and see Blake Sentenza pay for it.

But, Mama, I don't want him to pay.

This Sentenza... he raped you,

right?

He led you on

and he left you.

And you don't want him to pay for it?

I don't want him to pay for it with his life.

I'd just like him to say that he still loves me.

What makes you think he ever did?

Blake could have run away, but he loves me too much to leave.

Why else would he stay until a price was put on his head?

Where is it?

Where's the God damn town?

We need him alive.

Well, I figured it's best to bring him back dead than not bring him back at all.

A cemetery. Lost souls, baby. Just like the ghost story says.

Amnesty Town.

If you figure that's safer.

He come this way.

My hand!

Mobius Lockhardt...

a spirit of vengeance left to roam this world after death,

thirsty for blood,

hungry for revenge,

just like the ghost story says.

Let's get the hell out of here!

Stinking cowards. Shooting at their own shadows.

Bushwhacking bastard.

Piece of sh*t shot my paw.

Let's shoot him in the gut.

It takes days to die from that.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me. I don't have a gun.

I don't have a gun.

No, no, no, no, please. Don't, don't. Please, please, please.

Don't shoot me, Mobius.

Just trying to take a piece-of-sh*t rapist back to justice.

Seeing as you've gone so suddenly quiet,

I guess they call you Blake Sentenza.

Yeah...

Yeah... but I didn't rape that girl.

but I didn't rape that girl.

Very few live to tell their story about this camp,

about me.

You could be one of them,

but it means doing something in exchange.

Great. Great.

Very few get to live.

Deliver a message for me...

about me. That's so you don't forget.

Senor Sentenza.

A holy servant once said to God:

"My life was filled with pain and suffering

and ended in horrible tragedy.

I renounce you and my place in Your kingdom".

And God said to the servant:

"Then your suffering shall continue

in the service of Satan

and your reward will be a place in Amnesty".

And therewith, Mobius Lockhardt...

rose from the grave to serve a new lifetime...

bringing souls of the damned to hell.

I didn't rape that girl.

Many people come here looking for something,

some for gold,

others for a refuge,

land,

maybe even me.

But...

all any of them ever get is their epitaph.

And now...

now they'll be coming here for you,

Blake Sentenza.

You know...

that's my...

last cigarette.

I don't want to puff it alone.

Been years,

It's a friendly gesture.

Been 15...

since I had one of those too...

a friend.

Most chant Bible at me and run away.

I know his belly's torn to pieces, but...

he still looks lively.

You can see him twitching.

Takes days to die from a stomach wound.

I also have a lady.

Left her...

back east

for the gold rush.

Mine's dead.

Maybe it's time I gave you...

a friendly gesture.

This devil hoard was forged with hellfire.

Dixie roll.

Dixie roll. I've seen the trick.

You catch it, you twirl it around and blow me to hell.

Maybe you're already there.

I'm sorry. I was just trying to be friendly.

I give myself to Lucifer!

My pistols...

tell the story.

This grave was dug today.

We should have burnt it to the ground.

Looks like somebody's fiancee is trying to scare us. Run us the hell off.

Shh. Listen.

Now we know what happened to our bounty hunters.

No...

Blake didn't do this.

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