The Revengers

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Capt. Benedict, there's

horses down there in the yard.

They're saddle horses.

Ain't Injun ponies, anyways.

Come over here.

Hello, my two little loves.

How are you?

Hey, Josh, Morgan?

You boys take care of this

place while I was gone?

Yes, sir, Pa.

Yesterday, Morgan shot a

mountain lion after the cows.

Did you get him? Just hit him.

Waiting for you to get home

and I was gonna track him down.

We'll hunt him up in the morning.

Can I go, Pa, can I?

Now, look, you're rabbit size,

Morgan's cat size.

Josh is rabbit size.

- Now, that's enough of that.

Della.

Now look at your mother.

Ever see a prettier mother anywhere?

Did you bring the

things I asked you for?

Everything you wanted.

The gold, the silver, the spices,

the silk, everything.

John Benedict, you know I mean my

new hairpins and shoes for Josh.

They might be mixed up in

the gold and the silver.

Now look, kids,

take care of the horses...

and be sure you bring

those saddlebags back...

we'll poke around,

probably find something for everyone.

Whit? I didn't expect company.

We rode out from town this morning...

not knowing you'd gone up to La

Junta for a little horse trading.

Capt. Benedict, meet Lt.

Abel Lawson, Colorado State militia.

Lieutenant.

- An honour, Capt. Benedict.

I asked them to eat with us.

- Fine. Good.

l'll call you when dinner's ready.

- All right.

Lieutenant, this is Free Hobson,

he works for me.

Hi.

- Come on in.

Make yourselves comfortable,

l'll go and get washed up.

John, the Lieutenant and I are

here on a special sort of a visit.

Oh?

Yes, sir. l'd like to recruit

your son Morgan for West Point.

Well, that takes a

congressman's appointment.

I think the Sheriff can tell you...

that we didn't give that man

in Denver many votes last time.

But any man who holds a medal...

his son can go to West Point

without a congressman's appointment.

I don't think I want to

use the medal that way.

Capt.

John Benedict, if Morgan was my son...

l'd talk to him first before

I tried to be so danged noble.

That's your opinion.

- You never asked me.

May I discuss it with your son, sir?

I think if there's anything to

be discussed, l'd better do it.

Dinner will be ready soon.

Stubborn. Always was.

Stubborner than a cavalry mule.

Now, where'd you get that, Free?

I went and got it out of your trunk.

What is it, Ma?

lt's the Congressional

Medal of Honour.

The President gave it to your pa.

lt's pretty.

Why don't we keep it on the mantle?

I think your father prefers

it tucked away in the box.

What did you do, Pa?

Why, Capt. John Benedict...

I captured the entire Confederate Army

all by myself. Now isn't that enough?

There's something very interesting

about that piece of gold.

The man who holds it,

his son can go to West Point Academy.

Providing he can measure up to

the other requirements, too.

When would the Academy be wanting

a young fellow, Lieutenant?

Next month, sir.

First he'd have to go to

Kansas for his examinations.

Then they'd put him on a steam

train to New York from there.

Have to go right away, then?

Yes, sir.

Yesterday,

Morgan shot a mountain lion...

and l'd like to have him

point out where it happened.

If you'll excuse us.

Where did you first sight him,

Morgan?

Way up on that south slope, Pa.

He was stalking a calf that

wandered off from its mother.

I got downwind of him.

Long shot?

- About 300 yards.

But I hit him.

I figure he's got off into one

of the canyons to lick his wound.

We'll find him.

You'd like to go, wouldn't you, Son?

- Sir?

Well, you'd like to go to West

Point Academy, wouldn't you?

Yes, sir.

Man graduates from there, he can

be an architect or an engineer...

or almost anything he wants.

One of the finest schools there is.

I don't think it'd be right for me to leave

you and old Free to do all the work here.

You've been doing it all

ever since I can remember.

Do you think we can't still do it?

- No.

You can do anything, Pa.

But I just don't think it's right.

As you say.

Lieutenant,

l've had a discussion with my son...

and I think the Academy needs

men like him. He can go.

Now, just a minute.

That is, if his mother approves.

I never thought l'd have

a son from way out here...

to go to West Point Academy.

l'm glad for you, Morgan.

l'll hunt up that cat in the morning.

You better help your mother get

yourself ready to go to Kansas.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

John. Whit.

Stay.

Free! My God!

Indians and Comancheros.

Don't go in there,

Captain, for God's sake.

God, don't do it. Hey, Captain?

Morgan.

He was shooting from the barn.

Morgan, Captain. Morgan!

Morgan?

Son?

We fought them, Captain.

Me and Morgan.

We fought them.

- I know you did.

I can't swallow, Captain.

Had my gut shot.

Captain.

I remember something.

There was two white men with them.

What did you say, Free?

One man had a white eye.

He was the boss.

Captain?

I got to sleep.

John?

Della?

Whit, look over there.

You men stay here.

My God!

Good God almighty!

Buck Thomas'

place got hit last night.

Buck's all right...

but the Indians ran

off all his stock.

We caught one of them.

A white man. Comanchero.

I want to see him.

Get him down. Take it easy...

I just don't want to look up at him.

The man that worked for me...

before he died said that

there were two of you.

The leader had one white eye.

What's his name?

Now those are your teeth.

Next your eyes. No! Tarp!

His name's Tarp! Tarp?

Where they going to trade the horses?

I don't know.

Mexico!

l'll need that horse he's riding.

l'm going to track that bunch.

l'll go and make a pack.

We're going to ride with you, John.

John.

- Yeah?

Texas.

Well, the trail goes that way.

We're a long way from home

and the men are tired.

I want to thank all of you

for coming this far with me.

There's 1,000 miles out

there in any direction.

Those Comancheros could be anywhere.

We've got nothing but time now,

and I got a feeling that...

that one-eyed Comanchero bastard

knows somebody's following him.

But you've got a ranch

back in Colorado.

Whit, l'd appreciate it

if you'd board it up...

sell the cattle and the rest of the

livestock, and send me a bank order...

at Fort Stockton.

- Anything you say.

A man can't even enjoy his lunch.

I speak good American, no?

Very good. Muy bueno.

Okay.

Tell me...

l'm looking for a place

called Pueblo Plata.

Pueblo Plata lies to the West.

It's a hiding place where

outlaw Kiowa, Comanches...

and Apache Indians

bring stolen horses...

and trade them for guns and tequila.

I won't go there alone, seor.

Do you know any men

that would go with me?

In this place, no.

All these people are poor

people and they work in mines.

What about those prisoners

I saw in the wagon?

They're convict labourers.

They work up in the silver mines.

Where do they come from?

El Hoyo.

You would say, The Hole.

A prison 5 kilometres

down to the south.

Hablas ingls, seor?

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