Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 8, Episode 4 - The Pursued: Part 1 - full transcript

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Beehive, huh?

Sure don't appear to be
as busy as one, does it?

Well, it used to
be quite a place.

All I want's a cold beer,
a bath, another cold beer,

those horses we bought
and one more cold beer.

(Ben and Hoss laugh)

Gentlemen.



Welcome to Beehive.

My name's Parley.

I'm the new parson here.

We haven't had a
chance to get acquainted.

Afraid we're not parishioners.

Name's Ben Cartwright,
from around Virginia City way.

Uh, my sons, uh,
Joseph and Hoss.

- Howdy.
- Howdy.

Pleased to meet you,
though, Reverend.

No, no, not Reverend. (chuckles)

I prefer Parson.

I had the call,
and I answered it.

If you're in town Sunday, I'll
be preaching my first sermon.

Everyone's welcome,



for the Lord knoweth
not a stranger.

Well, thank you
very much, Parson.

If we're still in town,
we'd be happy to attend.

Uh, could you direct me...

MAN: Hey, fellas, come
out here and look who's here!

Hey, marryin' man, you
get any new wives lately?

MAN 2: How about
loaning me a couple?

MAN: We'll get 'em
from your friends!

(man laughing derisively)

Why, this is disgraceful!

I've never seen
anything like this.

- Friends...!
- Back off! That's enough!

Come on, get back
to the ranch, all of you.

All of you!

Sorry this happened... my boys
had a little too much to drink.

It's quite all right,
Mr. Carbo, I'm used to it.

My people have had years of it.

Mr. Carbo...

this is Ben Cartwright
and his sons,

from over near Virginia City.

Pleasure, Cartwright.

I've heard of you,
and of your ranch.

If there's anything
I can do for you...

Well, Mr. Carbo, as a
matter of fact, there is.

We're here on a
horse-buying trip.

Could you direct us
to Heber Clawson?

Yeah.

I can direct you to him.

Just follow that buckboard.

That's him.

(theme song playing)

(neighing)

It's really a pleasure to
see you, Mr. Cartwright.

I knew from our correspondence

we felt the same way
about good horses.

Well, my son Hoss is
really responsible for that.

He's the one who first
heard of your stables.

Oh, my wife Susannah.

My wife Elizabeth Anne.

Girls, this is Mr. Cartwright...

Hoss, Little Joe.

M-Ma'ams.

We've been anxiously awaiting
your arrival, Mr. Cartwright.

Thank you, ma'am.

We don't get much
company out here.

It's nice to see some new faces.

Thank you.

New faces?

Why, there was a
travelling drummer by here

not more than six months ago.

And Heber is still complaining

about Susannah and me
buying a few little things.

HEBER: A few little...?

Why, he left with an empty
wagon and took a trip to Europe.

(chuckles)

Our husband is given
to slight exaggeration.

(laughing)

All right, I'll help
you with the horses,

show you where to freshen up,

and after that, we'll
have some supper.

Hey, that... that
sounds mighty good,

if it wouldn't be
too much trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble at all.

Susannah does all
the work; I just watch.

She's taking advantage
while she can.

(laughter)

I'm a very fortunate
man, Mr. Cartwright.

Oh, I trust the fact that
we're of the Mormon faith

doesn't disturb you.

Of course not, Mr. Clawson.

- Joseph...
- Hmm?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, Pa.

Boy, I'll tell you
one thing, Pa...

he sure got some
mighty fine-looking horses.

LITTLE JOE: Boy, he
sure does, doesn't he?

- Hey, Pa?
- Hm?

You know they were...

you know they were Mormons
when you were first writing to them?

No, the subject never came up.

No reason for it to.

Every man's religion is
his own business, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, sure, but...

you know, you hear a lot
about this polygamy, and...

then when you see
it for the first time...

Yeah. You know, Joe, I was
thinking about that myself.

You first meet Mr. Clawson,

and he looks just like an
ordinary feller, don't he?

Well, isn't he?

Oh, Pa, you know what I mean.

Well, yes, I know what you mean.

He has a religion which
is different from ours...

a religion which approves
of plural marriages.

But before you start
thinking that's awful strange,

just remember that all ancient
religions practiced polygamy.

Yeah, but, Pa, that
was Old Testament days.

Well, they're an Old
Testament people.

(laughs quietly)

Matter of fact, they
have the same problem.

What do you mean by that, Pa?

Persecution.

These people have been

driven out of their
homes time and again.

And stoned.

Murdered.

Driven out into the open plain,

where 600 of them
died in one winter.

(heavy sigh)

So many of their men
have been killed that...

they practice plural marriage
just to prevent extinction.

Well, they're sure
hardworking people.

You can tell by this place.

Yeah. This country
owes a great deal

to the Mormon Church.

Many a wagon train
would never have reached

the Nevada Territory,
if it hadn't been

for the Mormon
stations along the way.

Well, anyhow, these Clawsons
seem like mighty fine folks.

Yeah, they're
fine folks, all right.

Elizabeth Anne, are you sure
you want to drive the buggy

all the way out to where
those men are working?

(laughs): Will you
please quit worrying?

I tell you, the fresh
air will be good for me.

Well, you can't
help worry a little bit

about people you love.

Susannah?

Did you ever hate me?

I mean, at first.

I think I tried, a little.

(laughs): But who
could hate you?

(laughs): You know...

I was afraid when
I first came here.

But you always made
me feel as if I was wanted.

You are wanted.

Very much.

Susannah...

I don't know why the Lord
meant it to be me to have a child...

instead of you.

I just know he did.

I know it, too.

Without you, there'd be nothing.

Now, come on.

(neighing)

HOSS: Pa, have you ever seen
a prettier bunch of horseflesh?

Don't give me too much
of an opening, Hoss.

Mormons have quite a reputation
for being shrewd dealers.

I found that out at Monmouth
Crossing out of Carson,

and at Genoa, when they
had the Mormon stations there.

Aw, we really weren't so bad;
we just had a way of setting up

our stations where
they were needed most.

Well, I guess you could
call it good business.

Unfortunately, a
lot of people didn't.

Oh, here comes that
lunch the girls promised us.

No...

Oh, don't let any
of this go to waste.

They ain't much
likelihood of that, ma'am.

Mmm! Boy, that looks good.

Thank you.

(sighs) You know, Heber,

those are two remarkable women.

Why, thank you, Ben.

And you couldn't be more right.

BEN: I hate to interrupt

a good lunch like this with
business talk, but how long

do you think it'll take to
round up the rest of the herd?

Five, six days.

Long as that?

I was hoping we
could do it sooner.

We're in a bit of a
bind of time, you know.

We got to go up north
and get that bunch up there.

I'll tell you what,
I'll ask Grant Carbo

if he won't lend me a
couple of hands to help out.

BEN: That might be a good idea.

Carbo, uh, seems to be a
pretty big man around these parts.

I'd say so.

With the exception of myself,

everyone in Beehive works
for him, one way or the other.

BEN: Is that so?

Well, Dave, you ever
figure you'd wind up

working for a Mormon?

Well, maybe we're
gonna get a bonus,

like an extra wife or something.

What do you say, Cartwright?

I say we got a lot
more work to do.

Well, we'll see you
in about four days.

HEBER: That's right.
Remember, there's a dry stretch

after you leave
the Humboldt here.

How come it's always me
that's got to go, and never Joe?

He always gets
to stay, dad-burnit.

Because we've already
looked over the horses

we've got here... Joe
can look after them.

This new bunch we're
looking at, I need you.

You know, it really is wonderful
to have somebody in the family

that knows so much about horses.

(all laughing)

Well, young man, you just
make sure you meet us on time.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Clawson, I don't want
to start a family squabble

or anything like that,
but, uh, I don't know

whether your wives spoil
you or you spoil your wives,

but they sure didn't take much
time in spoiling my two boys.

HEBER: I wouldn't want
them to know it, but I've got

to admit they're pretty
good at that sort of thing.

(chuckling): Ladies.

- Bye.
- Bye, Mr. Cartwright.

Bye, Hoss.

I'll save you a
piece of pie, brother.

Yeah, you do that.

♪♪

You know, talking
about that apple pie

kind of worked up my appetite.

You got any left?

- I think we can find some.
- All right.

Heber...

this is the Sabbath... why
aren't these horses hitched up?

Now, you come on
in and get dressed.

And that goes for you,
too, Joe Cartwright.

We're gonna be late for church.

Yes, ma'am.

What's the matter?

I'd hate to disappoint Susannah

and Elizabeth Anne, but...

I'm a little reluctant
to go to church.

But I thought you just
told me you always attend.

When Reverend
Morris was alive, yes.

A wonderful man, Joe.

Never did agree
with my religion,

and we used to argue about it,

but he'd defend with his
life my right to practice it.

The doors of his church
were always open.

Well, this new preacher
seems friendly enough.

Some of these self-ordained
men have some pretty fixed ideas.

I planned to wait
until I got an invitation

before attending his church.

SUSANNAH: Heber, please.

Elizabeth Anne and
I are all ready to go.

Well, settles that.

We lose again.

(bell tolling)

(laughing)

Just don't ever let them
start picking on you, Joseph.

They'll never let up.

Will you listen to
him, Elisabeth Anne?

We never picked on
anybody in our lives.

HEBER: Oh, ho!

(bell continues tolling)

I'd like you to meet
our new preacher,

- (tolling stops)
- Mr. Parley.

Heber Clawson, his
wife Elizabeth Anne,

his wife Susannah.

And you've met Joe Cartwright.

Preacher.

Mr. Clawson, I know that
you are not of our faith,

but I want to make you
welcome to the House of the Lord.

We thank you for that, Preacher.

You will find me a very
understanding man.

I used to be a missionary
among the heathen Indians.

I know salvation can be yours.

Oh, I understand the
importance of salvation.

Each member of my faith
must serve a mission, too.

Mr. Carbo, you know how
fond I was of Reverend Morris,

and you know how hard
I've worked for this parish.

But I never agreed
with Reverend Morris

about admitting these...

these people into the church.

You'll find Mrs. Lang
a great help, Preacher.

Come along, my dear.

For there is so much
to do, my friends,

and that is a key
word, "friend."

For we must all live together
as children of the Lord.

But I say to you,

to ignore sin is to condone it,

and as soldiers of the Lord

we must march against it.

Ours not to
condemn, ours to cure,

to drive out evil.

And evil is here.

There is one among us

who worships a false God.

We must help him to
see the error of his ways.

We must help him back

onto the path of righteousness

and away from the influence

of those destroyers
of man and faith

who dwell in the Valley
of the Great Salt Lake.

Let us not ignore them.

Let us extend our hearts

and our helping
hands to the innocent

who have been
led into a life of sin.

And that is what I mean
by the word "friend."

We extend our hand

to those who have lost the way.

We must save them...

for when we save each other,

we save ourselves.

(congregation murmuring)

Amen.

Susannah... I'm
sorry about that.

He got a little carried away.

It's all right.

I won't let anything
hurt you, Susannah,

you know that.

Everyone knows how much
I thought of Reverend Morris.

And I must admit this
town has needed the truth

for a long time.

Oh, you were
splendid, Mr. Parley.

So much more honest
and more forceful

than Reverend Morris ever was.

He's got the right to
disagree with your religion.

That doesn't give him the
right to stand up in church

and make personal accusations.

I won't deny it hurts, Joseph.

There have always been some

who've disliked
us for our faith.

We've always known that.

Fortunately, there are
some who know and respect

the Mormon
religion for what it is.

I tell you, boys,
the Mormon church,

by its very nature, is
designed to destroy.

I've been around them
a long time, Preacher.

Now you can't deny the
Mormons done an awful lot

toward building up this country.

Why, when I first came here,

they were already
irrigating their farms.

Looked like a garden.

Doesn't that prove my point?

Where are those people now?

In 1857,

Brigham Young issued
an order for those people

to abandon this community
and go back to Salt Lake City.

They obeyed like sheep.

There's your danger, Mr. Carbo.

Hundreds of people,

selling out their land
and their houses.

Fantastic strength of one

bigoted man who lives
with a harem of women.

(snorts) Well...

you got me there, Preacher.

They did up and sell, all right.

All except Heber
Clawson, that is.

Yeah.

Now, that's interesting.

How is it that he stayed on?

He couldn't defy
the church order.

Well... (clears throat)

they tell me you cross ol'
Brigham's palm with silver,

you can get away with anything.

Yeah, or, uh, give him
one of your young wives.

That's what keeps Brigham young.

(laughter)

Well, I'll tell you...

Still, Heber Clawson has
been a good neighbor to me.

Of course, I done a
lot of favors for him.

Just loaned him a
couple of hired hands,

a matter of fact,
a few days ago.

Yes, but aren't we getting
away from the point, Mr. Carbo.

Now, as the leader
of this community,

you don't condone
plural marriage?

No, I don't condone it.

It's just that I sort of
kind of like to point out

where the blame belongs.

Now... take Susannah.

I've known her a long time.

Both those girls are
just innocent victims.

Why, if you get them out

from under Heber
Clawson's influence...

Perhaps we'll do
exactly that, Mr. Carbo.

Perhaps we will.

Well, it's been wonderful
having this informal discussion.

And as I know I can't
change your habits overnight...

(men laughing)

if I must come into this saloon

to meet with my
discussion group,

I'm perfectly prepared to do so.

- Enjoyed it, sir, very much.
- Thank you.

- Mighty fine, sir.
- Thank you very much.

Preacher, you
really got the word.

- You're going to be all right.
- Well, thank you.

- I'll take you to the door.
- Thank you.

(neighing)

MAN: H'yoh... H'yoh...

Ho!

(horse whinnying)

When you gonna cut
those hammerheads out?

We'll let these cool
down a couple of days

until we bring the big
herd out of the hills.

And then Joe can
make his first cut here.

Well, in that case...

HEBER: In that case, um,

there isn't much
reason for you two

not to go on into
town, is there?

Last few days up here
have been pretty dry, huh?

Join us for a drink, Joe?

No, thanks. I think I'll
just stick around here.

It's a funny thing, Joe.

Every time I've just
about made up my mind

I don't like that Grant Carbo,

he comes up with another
favor, like loaning me those hands.

(chuckles)

(knocking on door)

Heber here?

No. He and Mr. Cartwright
are up at Saltgrass.

No matter.

You're the one I
want to see, anyway.

I've got no business
with you, Mr. Carbo.

The door's behind you.

If you don't leave here at once,

I'll call Elizabeth Anne!

I just seen her drive off.

You'd have to call
pretty loud, wouldn't you?

Now, why don't you be
sensible and listen to me.

It'll be for your own good.

There's a lot of talk
going on about town,

about you Mormons.

I think that preacher's
out to get you.

There's even talk
about running you out.

They wouldn't dare.

You're wrong.

They'd dare.

I think they'll try it.

Then we'll fight them.

One man, a pregnant
lady, yourself.

Now, why don't you
be sensible, Susannah?

Talk to Heber.

Convince him to sell 'em
out to me, like the others did.

Let him and Elizabeth
Anne leave here.

He ain't no kind of
husband to you, anyway,

taking another wife like that.

I've made no secret about
the way I felt about you.

I get what I want, Susannah...

one way or another.

Don't touch me!

Let me go! Let me go!

You can't fight me, Susannah.

You ought to make
up your mind to that.

(Susannah laughing)

(continues laughing)

Oh, you looked so foolish

with your eyes bugging out

and your nostrils flaring.

(laughing)

I've known you a
long time, Mr. Carbo,

and I never thought
I'd live to see the day

you'd make such
a fool of yourself.

(laughing)

I can't wait to tell
Elizabeth Anne.

(laughing)

(continues laughing)

(laughing loudly)

(crying)

(crying)

Oh...

Oh.

(sniffles)

I saw someone
riding away from here.

I thought I better
come back and...

Susannah... what's wrong?

It was nothing.

It wa... it was just
someone for Heber.

It was Grant Carbo, wasn't it?

Susannah...

how much longer are you
gonna try to fight this by yourself?

(crying): Oh, Elizabeth
Anne, what am I gonna do?

Oh, I've... I've told you a
thousand times... tell Heber.

I can't. It would cause
too much trouble.

Wouldn't that be better

than having Grant Carbo
putting his hands on you,

following you
around with his eyes,

trying to make love to you?

Heber is my husband.

You know what happens to
anybody that tries to fight Carbo.

(Susannah sighs)

Heber is my husband, too,

and there's more
than one kind of hurt.

Suppose Grant Carbo starts lying
about his relationship with you?

People will believe
him. Do you know that?

Susannah, Heber
loves you, and so do I.

And I'm not going to see

two people I love
being hurt by lies.

If you don't tell Heber

how Grant Carbo's
been bothering you, I will.

(door opens)

I say... got a little worried

when you didn't show up
for lunch, Elizabeth Anne,

so I thought I'd better ride in.

What's happened here?

It-It's nothing.

It's just foolish
woman business.

Not some more of
that business in town?

No, really.

Tell me.

(crying): Oh, Heber...

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

(horses neighing)

(horse whinnies)

Susannah, what's wrong?

I haven't got time to explain.

It's Heber.

There's gonna be bad trouble.

He's gone to town,
looking for Carbo.

(crashing, glass breaking)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(grunts with effort)

(grunting)

(punches smacking)

(grunting)

(grunting)

Hey!

You can't ride in
here like a madman,

starting fights like this.

We demand an explanation!

We want to know
what this is about.

You... you ask him.

He knows.

There wasn't no reason
for it at all, I tell you!

(townsfolk murmuring,
murmuring quiets)

The boss has done everything
he could to be nice to them people.

- MAN: Yeah...
- (townsfolk murmuring)

Please... please, all of you!

Now, we're all agreed it
was an unprovoked attack,

but let he who is without sin
among ye cast the first stone.

You all know how much I
thought of Reverend Morris,

God rest his soul,

but I told him from the first,

he was wrong to
encourage those Mormons.

- My wife always did say that.
- Mm.

We must not turn aside.

That's all right for
you to say, Preacher.

How about that Cartwright?

What do we know about him?

Why, Mr. Carbo himself told me

the Cartwrights are the
biggest ranchers in Nevada.

Sure, but how do we know
this one is Joe Cartwright?

You ever see the
way he packs a gun?

(townsfolk murmuring)

How do we know he
ain't one of the Danites?

One of them hired killers
the Mormon Church has?

I've said this before,
and I say it again.

We could all be
murdered in our beds.

Please, Mrs. Lang!

That's the way
prejudice is born.

We must not jump to
conclusions like that.

MRS. LANG: Conclusions?

And just remember...

There's nowhere those Mormons
didn't have to be driven out of.

And they shouldn't
have been allowed

to stop in this country, either.

(murmuring)

Please! You must not
poison your minds like that.

(murmuring quiets)

You must pray for guidance.

We have got to try
to drive the Devil out

of the souls of
these non-believers.

Now, pray that I may
have divine guidance

when I go to talk to them.

Oh, I'll pray with
you, Preacher,

but I mean to get me
a gun and carry it, too.

You ain't gonna
be alone, friend.

- (townsfolk murmuring)
- Please, all of you.

(townsfolk quiet)

Let us pray.

Look, you, uh... you
sure you don't want me

to go in town for the supplies?

I can't just hide
under a rock, Joe.

Susannah, Elizabeth Anne
and I are still Mormons,

and life goes on.

Well, I'll be out
at the pasture.

See you when you get back.

Well, I guess that'll do
it for today, Mr. Lang.

Put it on my bill.

No more credit, Clawson.

I've had an account with
you for years now, Lang.

Well, money's tight.

Things change.

No credit for anybody.

Look, it'd pinch me pretty
hard to pay cash right now.

I've got troubles of
my own, Clawson.

You want those supplies or not?

Put these pants and shirts
on my bill, will you, Lang?

Sure, Menken. Glad to.

You want those supplies?

Yes, I want the supplies.

Good day, Mrs. Green.

It's started again, hasn't it?

Yes...

but you and I have
been through this before.

It's not us I'm
worried about, Heber.

It's Elizabeth Anne.

She's never faced
prejudice before.

I prayed for guidance,

and when I opened my Bible,

the marker fell on Luke 8:2.

The answer sprang from the page:

"Mary, called Magdalene,

out of whom went seven devils."

Repent.

Repent and be saved.

Fall on your knees
and pray with me,

you Mary Magdalenes.

Pray with me, Mary Magdalenes,

that I may free
you from your sins!

Renounce the man

who has led you into this
mockery of holy matrimony.

Free yourselves
from this concubinage!

Open... (startled grunt)

Get out of my house

before I break your
neck with my bare hands.

(Elizabeth Anne sighs)

Oh, I saddled up
that bay you like.

SUSANNAH: Thanks.

Where's Susannah going?

We can't move the horses alone.

Tex and Dave quit last night.

They went back with Carbo.

(Little Joe sighs)

Hup.

Hyah! (whistles) Come on.

Hyah... (clicks tongue)

Hyah!

Well, now, lookie there.

If I'd have known they was
gonna hire help like that,

doggone if I wouldn't
have stayed on.

What do you reckon
would happen if, uh,

this here team accidentally
run away and, uh,

went right down into
that band of horses?

I reckon I'd just have to ride

right along beside
you and save you.

(cackles)

Let's give that Mormon
something to think about.

- (whooping, shouting)
- (wagon clattering)

Hyah! Hyah!

- (whooping)
- Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Heber!

Up the slope.

See if you can turn the leaders!

Hey-yah!

Whoa... come on,
whoa... (men laughing)

Get down off that wagon.

Well, now, what I
want to do that for?

I just got this team of
runaways quieted down.

I told you to get
down off that wagon.

Well, boys, I...

guess I'm gonna have
to accommodate him.

(grunts)

Hold it just like you are.

Load him in the wagon,
take him back to town.

But it had nothing
to do with you.

I'm the one that shot
him. It was self-defense.

It doesn't make any difference.

Now what do you mean, it
doesn't make any difference?

I'll go to the sheriff and
explain what happened.

I've got witnesses.

There is no sheriff here.

Carbo's the law.

There still must be
something we can do.

HEBER: Oh, yes.

Like I told you, we
can do what our people

have always had to do:

move on.

I don't know.

Perhaps we're being
repaid for defying the church

when Brigham Young
ordered us to sell out here.

Don't say that, Heber.

You and Susannah
were just married,

in love, this was your home.

You've served your
missions, Heber.

Well, we'll have to decide

what we'll take with us.

Oh, now, wait a minute, you...

you can't just leave.
Give all this up.

Everything you've worked for.

It's a free country. They
can't make you leave here.

You're wrong, Joseph.

I know it all so well.

Small grains of truth

stirred up into a
killing sandstorm.

All the tired, distorted tales

of Porter Rockwell,

Brigham Young's
personal assassin.

The Fancher Train.

The Danites, hired
killers of the church.

But none of the real truth,

about our exodus from Missouri,

the assassination
of our leader...

the driving of our people
from their beautiful Nauvoo...

600 of us who died
in Winter's Quarters...

the long trek to
Deseret... Don't, Heber.

Don't torture yourself.

I've heard it so many times.

So many times.

He didn't stand a chance, boss.

Cartwright, as he calls himself.

He's a hired killer
for the Mormons.

I mean, there ain't
no doubt about it.

Clawson's one of
them Danites, too.

He came at us with a rifle.

You don't know how many more
of them Avenging Angels is waiting

right outside the town,
ready to move in here.

My wife always did say
we'd be murdered in our beds

if we let them Mormons stay.

Hey, preacher, you
still gonna pray for 'em?

How?

How can I pray?

I offered them salvation.

They repay us with violence.

This crime cannot go unpunished.

(townsfolk clamoring)

You've done all
you can, preacher.

A couple of killers loose.

May God have
mercy on their souls.

♪♪

How can we leave this place?

We've put so much
of ourselves into it.

We have no choice at the moment

but to accept
Joseph's hospitality.

Virginia City's a large place.

There'll be a doctor
there for Elizabeth Anne.

Don't worry about her, Heber.

I'll be with her every
inch of the way.

You love her very
much, don't you?

Yes.

And I'll love the child she's
to give us just as devoutly.

(hoofbeats approaching)

They're coming.

There's about a dozen of 'em.

I didn't believe you, Heber.

I didn't believe a thing
like this could happen.

Get Elizabeth Anne. I
want you two to go on.

- I don't want to leave you.
- You do as I say.

You go with the
women. I'll hold 'em off

as long as I can,
then I'll join you.

We both stay.

You keep moving.

We'll catch up as
soon as we can.

Yes, Heber.

- I'll saddle up a horse.
- Right.

Remember now...

let the preacher do the talking.

We don't want those
women to be harmed.

Now we are not on a
mission of vengeance.

All right.

Go on.

Clawson!

Do you hear me, Clawson?

Oh, I hear you, preacher!

We mean no harm to the women!

Now you send them on out!

You're too late, preacher!

They've already gone!

All right, smoke 'em out!

Heber!

(gunfire)

(gunfire continues)

Joe, come on!

Let's go get 'em.

No!

See to the wounded men.

You mean you're
gonna let 'em go?

There's only two of them.

Nothing ahead of
them but the desert.

They join up with the women,

that's gonna even
slow 'em down more.

We got plenty of time.

Fires of hell and damnation.

They should've listened to me!

They should've listened.

Those women cannot escape.

We must find the man
who has tainted them.

We must find him and he must die

that they may be saved.

We won't let you down, preacher.

You can bet on it.

Mount up.

"The wages of sin... is death."

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