The Magnificent Seven Ride! Page #3

It looks like hers.

It's a tough climb, Chris. I'll go.

Dead?

Don't go, Chris. Don't.

Did they use her?

Raped, killed and left for the buzzards.

Hank? Hank, you usin' all your blankets?

I'm cold. I'm damned cold.

Go to sleep.

- Thought we was outta coffee.

- We are.

Get up.

Do you want it lyin' there or on your feet?

Marshal, please. You gotta understand.

We've been gettin' up

before light since we was five.

Work all day then go to sleep

because we couldn't afford kerosene.

Was we wrong wantin' to get away?

Wantin' to get away wasn't wrong.

It's how you did it that was wrong.

Now, where's Shelly?

Find him yourself.

You're a lawman.

You gotta take us in to trial.

He won't shoot us

in cold blood. I don't bluff.

Where's Shelly?

- He cut out. For Mexico.

- When?

Right after we left town.

Your wife... that was Hank.

I had nothin' to do with it.

I didn't even watch.

And you didn't help her.

He's my brother.

Him for what he did,...

.. and you for what you didn't do.

(whimpering)

You could've taken 'em back.

Do you have any doubt they were guilty?

If I waited around for what you ask,

Shelly's trail'd go cold.

It still wasn't right.

Chris!

Chris! Up here!

(Jim) I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Have you seen a young fella ridin'

past here in the last few days?

Blond, about five ten,

Yeah, yesterday. I tried to hire him,

but he was in a hurry.

- Chris, De Toro's on the rampage.

- As usual.

And I got nothin' behind me but a pack of

good intentions. Farmers, shopkeepers.

Them two I hired yesterday. Paid 'em less

than I offered you and they ain't worth it.

As for the rest, I guess they're willin'

enough to get killed, but I need killers.

- That why you thought of Chris?

- Didn't mean it the way it come out.

Before De Toro hits, Jim,

you'd better ride outta here.

Stayin's suicide.

That ain't gonna do you no good.

- Would you ride out?

- I wouldn't be in this mess to begin with.

Lemonade. Unsweetened.

It helps fight the thirst.

Thanks.

You make a hell of a posse man,

Padre. Where's your gun?

- I told him he didn't have to wear one.

- Not that I would have, anyway.

I fight a different battle.

I use different weapons.

This is De Toro's kind of a battle.

You're not impressed

with my congregation?

They've been welded

together by adversity.

In many ways, I've already

won my biggest battle.

- God works in strange ways.

- He's got me confused most of the time.

When we first came to Magdalena,

we only felt the differences between us.

Now he's taught us

and bound us together.

Well, under the circumstances,

I'm not sure he's done you any favours.

You realise you're likely

all to be dead soon?

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