The Revengers Page #5

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of you sooner than I thought.

I hope so, ma'am.

There's a man come to see you.

A U.S. Marshal named Whitcomb

from up across the Colorado.

He says his business is not official.

I don't want to see him.

Is he a friend of yours?

- I said I don't want to see him.

You're not the boss in my house,

Mr. Benedict...

but l'll go along with you this time.

What do the people around here...

think about your taking a

man in your house to nurse?

Whatever they think...

they wouldn't dare open

their mouths about it.

If they did,

I might pick up and leave...

and then who'd set their

broken arms and legs...

and take care of all

their aches and pains?

Let me help.

Don't worry about it.

Time will come when you'll be good

as new to do something useful.

Like tending your ranch again.

I expect that's what you'll be doing,

like as not.

Won't it, Mr. Benedict?

I think you ought to know.

That U.S. Marshal from up in

Colorado told me all about you.

Once there was a very wise man...

and he lived in Quilty in the

County of Clare in Ireland.

He was my grandfather.

And my father had this notion to kill

a man who'd done him some injustice...

and my grandfather said to him:

'Sean,' he said, 'you'd best learn...

'that you live your

life in your heart...

'and you've got to be most careful

what you put into your heart.

'If you fill it with vengeance

and hate,' he said...

'there'll be no room left for love...

'or laughter or tears,

and your heart will rot.'

I thought you said that...

you learned not to pay attention

to other people's foolishness.

You're right. So I did.

Thank you for reminding me,

Mr. Benedict.

l'll try to keep my

own counsel hereafter.

I may not succeed...

but l'll try.

Had a good nap, did you?

We're apt to get a freeze soon...

and a frozen potato's not

worth a damn to man nor pig.

You don't have to do it.

l've been digging potatoes since I was

3 years old. I don't need any help.

Not if it's going to hurt you.

It won't hurt me.

I feel fine.

As you say.

l'm able to ride again.

You might be...

if you don't ride

too long or too far.

I mean, l'm ready to leave.

By Christmas, maybe.

You don't want to open that

wound by too much riding.

l'm healed, Elizabeth.

I want to know...

how much I owe you.

And what would you pay me with?

l'd manage to send you some money.

Would you, John?

Or would you get yourself shot again?

And die somewhere where there ain't

a Nurse Reilly to patch you up.

No, I think you're a poor risk.

I guess I'll write

you off as a bad debt.

I said l'd manage.

Now,

if you went back to your ranch...

you might be able to pay me someday.

It's a crime against nature

for a man to leave his land...

because tragedy has

struck him a blow.

Your wife worked for that land, too.

Have you thought of that?

You don't know how much

I cared for my family.

No, perhaps I don't.

l've never had a family.

I sometimes think it's not too late.

There's still time to fill a few

more baskets, if you're up to it.

John?

John?

I heard you call.

l'm sorry I didn't answer.

I knew you weren't asleep

no more than I was.

My horse is saddled up.

And you were trying to decide...

whether to say goodbye to me or not.

Something like that.

What if I told you I

don't want you to go?

What would you say to that?

Lord.

I want you to love me, John...

but then if you leave me,

you'll shame me...

and I shall want to die.

Seor.

My horse has thrown a shoe.

I can fix.

How long?

Seor, have you seen a man...

un hombre, gringo...

with one eye blanco

pass through here?

No.

I haven't seen a man like that,

seor.

You're under arrest, seor.

Why?

Well, hot dang.

Look who's kinging it

over the whole place here.

Get away, Hoop. You smell.

I ain't got nothing.

I ain't even got the price of a bath.

I bet I know something

you don't know.

I bet you don't know there's a fellow

alive that you thought was dead.

Him.

That danged fool Benedict.

I ain't lying.

I ain't lying.

But that ain't the funny part.

The funny part is where he is.

Want me to tell you?

He's in The Hole. That's right.

The same Hole he took us out of.

I swear it on the Bible I stole.

I heard that,

I almost wet myself laughing.

How do you know that?

I know it, all right.

Fellow from Paso del Norte told me.

Get yourself a drink.

We got things to do.

Well now, Chamaco,

my buddy, thank you.

Hey, bartender!

My hat.

What things?

Come on.

- Now, wait a minute, Chamaco.

Let's get out of here. Now wait.

Now, look, where you taking me?

Don't you two go to sleep up here.

When you pull on the rope,

we wake up all right.

If you don't find Mr. Benedict,

don't come back, Frenchman.

Careful.

- Don't worry.

I know that wall

like a woman's fanny.

Follow me, Mr. Benedict.

After you, Mr. Quiberon.

No, Mr. Benedict.

This time you are the prisoner...

and I am the boss.

Hello, Mr. Benedict. Job.

Mr. Zweig, careful,

there are guards in the canyon.

Good to see you again, Herr Benedict.

Now we'll get them chains off,

Mr. Benedict.

Hey, you can thank me, Mr. Benedict.

I was the one who told Chamaco about

you being in The Hole, yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Hoop.

It was Chamaco's idea, Mr. Benedict.

We better get out of here fast,

come on, hurry up.

Just a minute.

You missed my heart by one inch.

Now, any son of mine can learn

to shoot better than that.

I don't know how to thank you.

You don't have to, Mr. Benedict.

Weren't so long ago,

you bought us some clothes.

We're pleased to return the favour.

Job.

Mr. Hoop.

Chamaco.

Where do you figure to head for now,

Mr. Benedict?

Just out of one end

of town or the other.

Do you still want one-eyed man?

Yes, I still want him.

If that is the case,

seor Benedict...

then I think Hoop has some

news that will please you.

That's right, Mr. Benedict, yes, sir.

That fellow Tarp,

they arrested him...

and they're holding him down

at that Army Engineering Camp.

Are they going to hang him?

- Maybe.

Going to take him down to

Fort Hancock for a trial.

When did you find this out?

Just before I saw Chamaco

over at Silverton.

Mr. Quiberon.

Goodbye, Mr. Zweig. Herr Benedict.

Maybe we'll see each

other again sometime...

somewhere. I hope.

Why he shakes my

hand and say goodbye?

Mr. Benedict won't ask

anybody to help him.

He's a very polite gentleman.

He doesn't want to put anybody out.

How many times do you think

he said goodbye to us...

or that we have said goodbye to him?

Comanche.

Looks like a lot of them.

Probably a survey party

from the engineering camp.

Looks like they've been

dead for a couple of days.

Yeah.

Listen,

I think what we ought to do...

is stick with the river and go

into the camp from the south.

Sergeant...

we ran into a survey party

about five miles out.

Must've been one of yours.

You've lost them all.

I expected that.

They went out four days ago. Same

day them Indians laid siege to us.

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