Sweet Vengeance

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Lord, you awaken our good man!

Though the night is made for loving,

and the day she comes too soon,

yet will guide them now a'roamin', boys,

by the light of the moon.

Whether by chance or he be chosen,

every man travels the Winter Highway

to either ruin or salvation.

Chance leads to death,

but the Chosen only need listen.

And so it was,

on this very spot,

in flame I crown

a boundless light and a robe

of exquisite whiteness.

The Angel Mathias spoke unto me:

"Humble Servant, settle here,

for this is holy land."

"Sow crops, tend sheep,

and erect a house of worship,"

"and verily ye shall prosper,

for the Scepter of Power is in thy hand."

And yet, as I stand before

ye in sacred testimony,

I see unholiness creeping into the fold.

As with the Lord, the work

of the Devil is never done.

Using God and your neighbors,

protects you from wandering

into the arms of Satan whose schemes,

whose machinations are never-ending.

We must hold fast and root-out

the false prophets.

And when the Devil approaches in

whatever cunning form he desires,

I shall strike him down

with the Sword of Righteousness

and set God's house in order.

Is anybody thirsty?

- Thank you.

- You're lucky I found you.

- Hey! Give us some, give us some.

- Smell that thing a mile away.

- You can have some if you like.

- Well, that is very kind of you.

- This your land?

- This is Holy Land.

I am the prophet Josiah

and I am God's steward upon it.

- We was just passing through.

- Trespassers.

- Oh, no, sir.

- No? Poachers, then.

No, carpenter by trade.

My brother Jacob here is under my care.

So, trespasser, poacher and carpenter,

a man of prodigious talent.

It not concern ya, it

don't concern ya, yeah?

What?

We've fallen on terribly hard times.

Wagon busted a wheel several days back,

and then our horse he

just up and died on us.

That's terrible.

I'm headin' on up to Santa

Fe to meet my wife...

and was plannin' on paying you

for this lamb once we...

How exactly were you planning

on paying for that...

Sending the money to The Tree perhaps?

Or address it to The Great

Winds of the Prairie?

My wife is a relation to the Governor...

- Money is of no concern.

- The Governor?

The man, who by reputation, is as rich

as Croesus, and he's allowing

his relatives to walk around like vagabonds.

This is shocking to me.

- It's the truth.

- Uh, huh.

We are royalty, we are

royalty in these parts.

The Lord does not believe in actions

without consequences.

- You understand.

- It's just two sheep. This one here and one yesterday.

Stealing is a sin, where

you come from, is it not?

- Yes, it is.

- And what, pray tell, are the wages of sin?

- I do not recall.

- What about your idiot brother?

Does he recall the wages of sin?

I may not, but I would not

tell you 'though if I did.

Perhaps if you two thieves had paid

a little more attention in Sunday school,

and a little less time playing

Hide Your Finger in Your Sister's C*nt,

- you might know that.

- This is our camp, you are not welcome here.

I will destroy you.

Hush, Jacob, you silly, crippled fool.

For the wages of sin are... death.

Daniel!

That is good.

- Sh*t.

- Drink?

- You drink.

- I haven't missed yet.

Double or quit.

All right.

Stop. There ya go. Here ya go.

- There?

- Um-huh!

- Sure?

- Yeah!

- Finish the bottle.

- Ain't enough bullets.

- I'm tired of your tricks.

- Those are the rules.

- One squeeze, one miss, one drink.

- I'm not drinking anymore.

Just close your eyes.

Be a good woman and

do what your husband says to you.

Ready?

Put down that gun.

Let's see now, Charlie.

If I was travelin' from Tucumcari

to Santa Fe,

I reckon I'd go right through

that valley right there.

Don't you think?

Ramirez. Balance:

- Seven dollars.

- That's wrong.

- Are you questioning my dignity?

- No, no, just the amount.

We should have fourteen dollars in there,

and you are telling us we only have seven?

Huh! This establishment does

not operate as a courtesy.

- I provide protection, security.

- I thought them to be one in the same.

Sarah, I do not recall you ever

having any of your rates...

You better show my wife some respect.

No, you'd best show me respect in my bank,

lest Jerimiah over there

think you came to rob me.

You two, highfalutin couple, ain't ya?

Perhaps you should have read

your contract more thoroughly.

You can read, can't you?

A, B, C, D, E, F.

Contract or no contract,

it is still ain't right

to take half our savings.

You start your own bank then.

Surely there's plenty of room

over there in that dirt

farm of yours, Miguel.

- Do you want your money?

- S.

S! Now that's better.

One, two, three,

five,

six,

seven dollars.

Perhaps the ma'am would

care to try something on?

I have a newly refurbished

fitting room out back.

Why not?

Sarah, we're not here for clothes.

I just want to try it on, no harm in that.

No harm, indeed, this way.

- The bell if you require any assistance.

- Thank you.

My pleasure. Oh!

To protect your feminine skin.

If you'll excuse me for a moment,

I had some bad chili this morning.

Ain't it pretty?

I can't believe that cheap

bastard let me have that.

I'm a hard woman to say no to.

Look at that! Look at that!

It's all you.

Be careful with that!

Oh, wait! There we go. Take it easy!

Came all the way from Orser's Central Store.

It's something, huh?

All right! Turn it! Turn it!

Be gentle. Easy now.

Oh, yes, indeed.

And let us keep it this

clean all the time. Yes?

Thank you. You may leave.

Well, first you bust the

wheel on your wagon,

naturally, you forgot to

bring a spare.

So you sit out on your horse,

you and your brother,

and then your horse dies.

A rattlesnake, colic,

black water, lightning.

Jesus Christ, Ward, you got some bad luck.

I suspect it just gets worse from here.

Yeah, I reckon it does.

How are you? How are

we all? Good day.

Morning.

Mr. Ramirez.

It's a pleasure to see that you and Sarah have

finally accepted our invitation to pray with us.

Oh, we're not here for the service.

May I speak with you for a moment?

Well, I...

I suppose so. For a moment.

It's regarding your sheep.

My sheep?

They strayed on to our

land again and ate our crops.

That's a pretty bold accusation, sir.

How do you know they were my sheep?

I don't want to start a conflict here,

Mr. Josiah, but this is the second time...

I just asked you, did you speak to

these fleece strays?

Did you ask them from whence they came?

Who may be their shepherd?

- Who else's stock would they be?

- I don't know, I didn't see them.

You're our only neighbor for miles.

Is that it? Because, as you can see,

I have a congregation waiting for me.

I'd appreciate you keeping

your stock off my property, sir.

- It is the Lord's property, Seor Ramirez.

- But it's mine, too.

And I cannot afford

to lose anymore of my crops.

- You could build a fence.

- A fence?

Why don't you come inside with your wife

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