A Reason to Live, a Reason to Die Page #3

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The whole southwest is yours again.

It could decide the outcome of the war.

I need twelve men... General.

- When does that take place?

- Tomorrow morning.

- What are you waiting for? Get it over with!

- Shut up, private pighead!

The Major has an announcement to make.

There is only... one hope that you still

have lo let you escape the gallows.

Volunteers are needed for a mission

which is as dangerous as it's important.

And if any of you are prepared to

volunteer, I'll release you...

in his custody...

Gentlemen, I can't promise you nothing.

Except a chance to die honorably,

and possibly live.

In any case, freedom at the end.

Donald MacIvers, mule skinner.

He fraud the army for $ 4,000

with a false requisition for a

live stock he never delivered.

- What about it, MacIvers?

- All right.

- Private Samuel Piggott. - Yeah, I'll accept.

- Murdered his commander at Sandy Creek.

Then raped that officer's wife when she

discovered him trying to hide the body.

Ted Wendel, caught stealing food supplies.

- What do you say, Wendel?

- You bet your ass!

- This sir, we can't identify him.

- Well, I know this one.

The Lord set you on my trail?

It's better I come with you then.

But lead me not into temptation.

I thought you'd gonna whistle, you rat!

Will Culder. Stole vital medicines

and sold them to a Confederate agent.

What do you say, Culder?

Yeah, I'll ride.

Jeremy, half-Cheyenne. Killed a white

man for selling alcohol to the tribes.

You wanna come?

This is the worst, a religious fanatic.

Arrested in front of an army recruiting center

for urging men not to enlist

and assigning them rebellion.

Eternal doom awaits you!

Renounce war, repent!

- Are you in or out?

- The Lord is my shepherd...

- "Vengeance is mine," saith the Lord.

- Saith the Lord.

- That's the cross your wife always wore.

- Yes.

- And Sergeant Brent wishes to volunteer.

- Yes, sir.

Corporal, free all these men.

Except the last one.

What would your life be worth

out there with those cut-throats?

What's it worth now?

Thank you, Charlie.

- Sergeant Brent!

- Sir.

- Organize the men in some

kind of ranks. - Yes, sir.

Here is your authority.

Assume your responsibility.

Excuse me, but just out of curiosity

what direction are we going?

East.

According to the Colonel, we are heading east.

You've got anything to do back east?

- No, I don't think so.

- And what about you, Will?

East, west, north, south...

it's all the same to me.

What I don't like we're getting

told where I got to go.

Just you wait, you fat son-of-a-b*tch.

I'm gonna see you're gonna learn to

whistle when I give you the finger.

Pig stinking fat pig!

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