A Reason to Live, a Reason to Die

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A gold cross was stolen from the church.

If we don't we won't catch the thief.

- What kind of cross is it?

- It's a gold cross, that big.

Covered with precious stones.

Come on sergeant, he'll get away.

Are you looking for me?

And for this?

- Is that him?

- Yeah. And that's the cross.

- It belongs to me.

- To hell, it belongs to the church.

- And that gun, too?

- That is right, sergeant.

Take it off.

God bless you, Sergeant.

- If you can give me the cross...

- I'll give it to the priest myself.

It is my responsibility.

I am church caretaker.

- Put the other in the car.

- Aren't you gonna search him too?

You can't do that.

I am the sacr...

- A couple of looters, sir.

- Very well, to the major.

Major Ballard, we caught them

to loot the church in Buckstown.

- Send the one with the hat on over

to my quarters, sergeant. - Yes, sir.

The court martial says you handed Fort Holman

over to the enemy without a shot being fired.

For God sake, why?

I remember at West Point

what you thought of Benedict Arnold,

and what he tried to do.

It's not important.

Not important? Our campaign in the

southwest depended on that stronghold.

With your best friend I wish you'd rotten

in that southern prison camp instead of...

coming back here to the gallows,

ordered by the Court Martial.

Don't let the thought of executing me

ruin your appetite, Charlie.

- They will probably make you a Colonel

for it. - It could be right.

It's good wine.

And what if I took Fort Holman back?

- They'll make you a general for that.

- You are impossible.

Why do you want to retake it?

It was you who gave it away.

- It's a personal matter.

- Also military.

Once I've done it I'd disappear.

You never see me again.

You have my word on it, Charlie.

You know me.

I can't risk it. I have already

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