In a Valley of Violence

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Hello!

Over here!

Whoo!

Please help me!

Help!

Whoo!

Can you hear me?

I see you!

Ah, ah, the lord

has answered my prayers.

Bless you, my son,

bless you. Good dog.

Ah, that's me poor mule here.

She's hurt,

she's hurt really bad.

How long you been

walkin' her like that?

Ah, not far.

Well, if she's in pain,

you oughta put her down.

Nah.

I don't think I could do that.

She was good to you.

It's only right.

No sense in lettin' her suffer.

No, you misunderstand me.

See, it's not that I lack the

conviction to shoot this animal.

The lord is himself would give

me the strength for that.

No, it's more it's a,

it's a matter of practicality.

See, do you believe

in god, my son?

Ah, well, me and this mule here,

we do the lord's work

in traveling

all across this land

preaching the good word.

And over that hill

there down into the valley

is the town of Denton.

That's our next stop.

You familiar?

Ah, let me give you a little

insight into our situation.

Denton is a town that

is run by sinners.

Just like many of the others

that we visited.

No church, no religion left

to speak of.

Many of its residents have...

They've lost their way.

So you see, traveler,

if I cannot get this

goddamn mule

over that goddamn hill,

then I cannot heal

those poor souls

with the gospel of our lord

Jesus Christ, praise his name.

I've been praying,

and I've been praying all day

for the lord

to heal my troubles.

I've asked him,

and I know that he wants me

to help those people.

I know that he wants me to save

those that need to be saved,

especially the women.

They are ripe with sin.

So I asked the lord,

I said "do not forsake them,

and do not forsake me.

Send me someone to help

get over that hill."

Sure enough,

he answered my prayers.

Now, I'm afraid I'm gonna be

needin' that horse of yours.

So please, my son,

kindly climb down.

Hand over the reins

for the lord.

Did you not hear me, boy?

Aren't you listening?

No, father.

I don't believe I was.

Ah! Ah! Get it off!

Get it off me!

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Get her off of me!

I stopped listening to men

like you a long time ago.

Don't... don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Quiet.

Don't... don't shoot.

Be quiet!

Or you'll be speaking

to your lord directly.

Now, I'm willing to make you a trade.

A trade?

Yeah, I ain't no thief.

I'll trade you your life

for these bullets and whatever water

you've got left there in your canteen.

Considering the circumstances

that seems more than fair.

Unless, as a man of god,

you don't fear death

and you're content

in your convictions

and prepared to meet your maker

right here and right now,

in which case,

I will oblige you.

Because I'm not a thief,

but I am a killer.

And I've killed

better men than some drunk

wanderin' around pretending

to preach the word of god.

So are you prepared?

You got confidence

in your convictions

or you wanna make a deal?

Deal.

What?

Yes, I want to make a deal.

All right good.

'Cause I promised my dog

I wasn't gonna kill

anybody on this trip,

and I don't wanna break

my promise here today.

Hey, now, the trade wasn't

for the whiskey.

No, it wasn't.

There.

Ah, you!

You say there's a town

right beyond that Ridge?

Well, you give this mule

a little rest,

he'll get ya there just fine.

But I don't ever

wanna see you again.

I hate charlatans.

I want you to stay right here...

Till you learn

to respect your animal.

Goddamn you.

You'll pay for this.

The devil is waiting

for men like you.

He's waiting!

Well, if the devil's

looking for me,

you can tell him

I'm headed to Mexico.

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