Garden of Evil

Meet me in an hour

at the blacksmith's shop.

I'd like for one of you

to come with me now.

You.

- Are we lost?

- No.

We pass the face of that cliff.

What's this all about?

There's Indians here

and they left a message.

- What does it say?

- It's Apache.

- What else?

- That's enough.

Isn't there another way

we could go back?

- Not that I know of.

- Great.

How did you find this place?

With a map from an old priest

in Sacramento.

- He warned us against it.

- What did he come here for?

For God.

A better reason that ours,

isn't it?

Vicente's marking the trail.

Do you think

he'll want to come back?

He just might want

to get back from this one.

How did you happen to be

in Puerto Miguel?

We came around the Horn

headed for the gold fields.

The ship broke down

and we headed into the port.

- You came together?

- No.

- So, you don't know each other?

- No better than you do.

Look at her.

Taking 4 men like us

to a mountain of gold.

- She took what there was.

- That's true.

The barrel was empty,

she scrapped the bottom.

- How far is this place?

- Several days.

I wonder how she remembers

the way.

- Maybe she's got a good memory.

- No.

No, she's got a map.

She takes it out, unfolds it,

and then puts it away carefully.

When she thinks no one's looking.

- But you were.

- Always.

Look.

You see that? Before this is over,

you'll be just like that horse.

Eating right out of her hand.

Maybe it isn't the woman,

maybe it's the sugar.

Not you, Daly. Me.

I got a better reason.

You telling me what to do?

- Just this once.

- Just once, Hooker.

Nobody ever tells me

what to do.

All right.

This time I'm asking you.

I don't think I like him.

I don't think I like any part of him.

You understand?

- There's nothing more simple.

- And I'm not sure if I like you.

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