Return of the Seven Page #3

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Like cattle.

From one water hole to the other.

Well, that don't

narrow it down too awful much.

Lotta cow trails

between here and the Sierra Madre.

Herds moving on them every day.

Word gets round.

What do we do in the meantime?

Drop Petra and the boy off at the village

and start riding a wide circle.

- See if we can cut their trail.

- That could take one hell of a long time.

I know. I haven't been

goin' anywhere for ten years.

Vin, if you have to

worry about something,...

.. worry about what happens after we find

Chico and the others, not if we find them.

I never thought I'd come back.

Vin, Colbee. Cut him down.

- Get 'em out of here.

- Llvatelos de aqui.

He escaped -

and see what they did.

My poor little one.

The Devil's Spine.

It ranges from the headwaters

of the Concho, north to the border.

According to the woman, her husband

escaped from a village about here.

That's where they're holding

Chico and the others.

- Did he say why?

- He wasn't there long enough to find out.

But there ain't no village between

the Devil's Spine and the Concho.

- That's what the man said.

- He was a long time in the desert, Chris.

He coulda been out of his head,

got turned around.

- He found his way here, didn't he?

- I'll catch up the horses.

We'll leave in the morning.

Ride out tonight, we could save time.

Use up our animals, we'll be on foot.

We'll leave in the morning.

Better get some sleep.

You too, Colbee.

I wish to hell I knew for sure.

Knew what?

If I'm here because Chico's a friend, or if

I'm just on the prod for a fight like Frank.

Killin' can get inside of you.

And you think that's happened to you.

Why else would I be here?

Sure, Chico's a friend of mine, but...

Hell, I don't even know his last name.

Neither do I.

Don't it make you wonder?

No.

How the hell come, Chris?

Because in all the years

I've made my way with a gun,...

.. I never once shot a man

just to see him fall.

That time ever comes,...

.. I throw my guns

in the water bucket and ride out.

So will you.

- Who does he belong to?

- His parents are dead.

Chico looks after him like he was his own.

Chris, why would they take

Chico and the others away?

- I don't know.

- Maybe...

.. if you went to the Rurales,

asked for help.

- It wouldn't do any good.

- But they are supposed to protect us.

- Have they ever?

- No.

They never will.

Because we are poor.

Because we cannot pay them.

That's true, isn't it?

- Maybe someday it'll be different.

- And in the meantime?

We do what we can.

And die.

There's always that.

Chris.

No matter what happens,...

.. we will never forget you, and the others.

That's all a man can ask.

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