Diablo Page #2

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a really rough journey.

What brings you to my door?

My wife. She's...

She's been kidnapped.

She's taken.

Taken from me.

Wife? I'm so sorry to hear that.

Anything I can do

to get you back on the trail?

I could use a proper saddle.

My horse.

Certainly. I have a small shed.

It's yours.

Now, whatever you need. Keep the saddle.

Thank you.

I'll meet you over there.

Grandfather, what's wrong?

He's killed more men

than you met in your lifetime.

You load your gun like I showed you,

and if anything happens to me, Rebecca,

you will run from here.

Do you hear me? Do as I tell you.

You will run from this man

and you do not look back.

Run for your life.

Grandpa!

You run... if anything happens to me.

Uh, you have any...

water for my horse?

Pond water's not the best water.

Follow me, son.

Let's walk down to the creek.

So you're headed south, huh?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Hmm.

Saw a group of riders, uh...

passing the big trail yesterday.

You know, three riders

and one woman. Mexican.

What time of day yesterday?

Late.

But the sun was still not down.

Huh.

Those Mexicans you... you saw, they...

they took my wife.

They came in the night

and they took her.

Those are awful things

for any man to have to say.

My concern is that those riders

seemed peaceful enough.

But they had the fear of God

in their... eyes.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry to bring stories

of bloodshed and kidnapping to your door.

Those things had to be said.

Those men...

Those men are the worst of their kind.

Why does it strike me

that the last time I saw you...

after some of the things you did

for General Sherman,

the men...

they called you Diablo?

I asked the men what it meant.

And when they told me...

I learned something about you.

No. No, I was just following orders.

I'm a married man

intent on landing my family.

You were eventually...

Sherman's best killer,

and as I recall, you came

to enjoy life on his trail.

Jackson...

I have a granddaughter in my life here.

I was always kind to you, wasn't I?

Yes.

I don't mince my words.

Why did you come here?

I came to ask for your help.

After all these years,

you're still torturing yourself over...

accidentally shooting your brother?

Go home, son.

Leave those people alone.

Oh, I understand.

I fear you haven't been well

since last I seen you.

Once you fetch the water

from that stream,

we'll get you a proper meal.

Then you have to go.

Alright?

Please! You can have anything you want,

but please don't hurt us.

You gonna look at me like that?

All I needed was a little bit

of f***ing help from you.

That's all I needed.

Ah, there he is!

Our intrepid trail traveler.

I just can't seem to lose you.

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