01x28 - The Mountain of the Sun

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Huh?
Oh!

I'm terribly sorry.

Oh. That's all right.

Really...
please forgive me.

Oh, there's nothing
to forgive.

I really am very sorry.

That's all right.

Thank you.

Pardon me, ma'am.
Did you lose this?

Oh, yes.
Thank you very much.

I'm most grateful.
I could never replace it.

Now that you ladies
have had that water,

how would you like
some good water?

Fresh from the springs
of Shiloh.

Oh. "The house of God
was in Shiloh."

Sounds like the Good Book.

Judges 18:31.

Well, let's try some
water from Shiloh,

wherever that is.

Happens to be a ranch
where I work in Wyoming.

Oh, you're a cowboy?

Mostly I ride herd--
on the men.

I'm foreman of the place.

You ladies look like you're
a long way from home.

Providence,
Rhode Island.

That far?

Things down here aren't
much like you're used to.

So we've read.

You going all the way
to the end of the line--
to San Pablo?

Mind if I ask if someone's
meeting you there--

your husbands,
for instance?

No, no one.

If you don't mind
my sayin' so,

San Pablo really isn't
a town for ladies.

One of the roughest
border towns I've ever seen.

We understood that.

I don't mean
to pry, ma'am,

but would you mind
telling me just what you're
goin' down there for?

We have a mission
to fulfill.

Heh.

You mean,
you're missionaries?

Why should that
surprise you?

I don't know.
I can understand
men goin' down there

to spread the word.

More water, ladies?

No, thank you, no.

Thank you very much
for everything.

Good luck.

Howdy.
Hi.

I got a prize bull on
the last freight car
down here.

Let's have
the bill of lading.

Here you are.

Suppose you can put him
in a pen for me

till I can pick him up?

Mister, that bull
will get my own
personal attention.

Thanks.

WOMAN:
Better get started.

Let me help you with
your baggage, ladies.

No, thank you.
We can manage.

Look, I don't want to
scare you or anything,

but you really can't
stay in this town.

I've been here before,
and I know what it's like.

We'll leave just as soon
as we can hire a guide.

A guide?

Our mission will take us
down into Sonora.

Sonora?
That's even worse!

That's wild country.
You're bound to get
into trouble down there.

We're going on
just as soon as
we can hire a guide.

Well, if I can't
make you see sense...

No, I can manage.

Let me have
the bag, ma'am.

Now...

where'd you figure
on staying?

Any hotel will do.

Oh, it's not any hotel.

There's only one...
anywhere near fit enough
for ladies.

Good afternoon,
ladies.

Howdy. Remember me?

Sure. It's been
three or four years,
hasn't it?

Right.
How are you?

That depends on
what you can do for
my friends here.

They'd each like a room.

Mister, we don't
even have one room.

We're full up.

We'll take anything
you have.

You got my wire,
didn't you?
Sure.

Well, all right.
They can have my room.

Oh, no, we couldn't
think of that.

Just make sure
you change the linens
for them, will you?

WOMAN: Really,
we couldn't deprive you.

Don't worry about me.
I can sleep standing up.

Thank you, but we'll
find another place.

Where? Over a saloon,
if you're lucky?

Wherever it is.

I'm tellin' you where,
ma'am--my room.

Send them up.

I'm supposed to meet
a Mr. Myers here.

I'll let you know later
where he can find me.

All right?
All right.

119.

Here you are.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure, ladies.

When it comes
to sleepin'

without crawlin' livestock
for company,

I'll match
any of my stalls

with the best rooms
in this beauty of a town.

Just make sure it has
plenty of straw,
will you?

Ought to be.
You got the bridal suite.

Gonna be stayin' long
in San Pablo?

Just long enough to
deliver a prize bull

and take the next
train out.

Now, that's what
I call a smart man.

Of course, a real
smart man wouldn't
come here at all.

Say, by the way...
I'm lookin' for an old
friend of mine.

Haven't seen him
in years.

Fella named Dixon.
You ever run across him?

Dixon?
Yeah.

He's about my size,
a little older.

Got brown hair.

Sure, and a couple of
hundred more like him.

About your size,
got brown hair.

That's the trouble.

Well...good night.

Good night.

May you be
finding your friend
in your dreams.

Mr. Rafael?

Sí, señorita.

I'm Mrs. Maywood.
This is Mrs. Dryer
and Mrs. Arlen.

How do you do?
Señoras.

You do speak English,
don't you?

Yes.

We understand that
you're a guide,

a professional
lion hunter.

And that
you hire out

to American
hunting parties.

Yes. You ladies wish
to hunt mountain lions?

No, we have no desire
to hunt anything,
Mr. Rafael.

Then I do not
understand.

Because of
your profession,

you must be familiar
with the mountains
of Sonora.

Yes.

We would like you
to guide us to one
particular mountain.

The Mountain
of the Sun.

We've asked
everyone in town.

They say that you're
the only one who might
take us there.

They--They are wrong.

If it's a matter
of money...

We'll give you
everything we have.

$300.

Please, Mr. Rafael.

You're our only hope.

Frankly, everyone else
has turned us down,

and we must get there.
We simply must.

If we had any more
money, we'd give it
to you gladly.

It is not the money.

I do not wish to die.
That's what will
happen to you

if you ever get to
that god forsaken place.

Buenas t*rd.

After all
our preparations,

not to be able
to find a guide.

We'll find someone.

I know we will.

All right, Dixon,
let's have it.

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.

The $253 you cleaned
out of the bunkhouse

while the boys
were asleep...

after I talked the Judge
into taking you on.

That's a lie.
I never took--

You still owe 'em 100.

That's all I've got.

All right,
where's the watch?

Watch?

The gold one you stole
from Trampas.

He's lyin'.

It's been missing
since you cleared out.

And I am to see
he gets it back.
Where is it?

I lost it...
in a card game.

Is that a fact?

A friend of yours
who wishes to play
a game of blackjack?

Always glad to help
an Americano.

Some other time, maybe.

Let's have that watch.

The gold one with
the b*llet hole in it.

Why should I give it
to you, amigo?

Because it belongs
to a friend of mine.

He got it
from his father.

It's a souvenir of
the American Civil w*r.

You're wrong, amigo.

It belongs to me.

I won it...from him.

He stole it.

I don't have to
tell you the law.

I know the law.

How do you say it?
Um...

possession is 9/10.

It's the last tenth
that counts with me.

What man can
keep this from a son?

A family treasure.

What kind of man
would steal it?

I think he should
pay you for it.

Sí. He will pay.

Sorry I couldn't
meet you in town.

That's all right.
I didn't mind comin' out.

How's he look to you?

Seems to measure up to
what Judge Garth wrote.

I hate to see him
leave Shiloh.

You got yourself
a steal.

Can't complain.

Oh, how long were you
planning to stay?

In San Pablo? Just till
the next train out.

Oh, that won't be till
the end of the week.

Why not stay here?

If you could beat
a livery stable stall
for a bed,

you got yourself
a deal.

Hey,
look who's here!

Good evening.
Good evening.

Anything I can do
for you ladies?

If we could speak to you
for just a moment.

Oh, you're the women
that are looking
for a guide.

Yes.
Yes.

Well, I don't know
what I can do for you.

We were told if a guide
could be found,

we would find him here.

Well...

except that nobody
wants to get k*lled...

for any amount of money.

We have $300.

Anybody here
care to make $300?

Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!

All you gotta do
is to guide these ladies

down to the Mountain
of the Sun.

Ladies!

Ladies...
I'm your man.

I've been
guiding women
all my life.

And you
know how hard
that is, too!

Well, I have!

Let's just sit
right down here,
ladies.

Sit right down,
and we'll talk the
whole thing over.

Glad to see
you're back, lad.

You can have
your own stall again.

Thanks, but I just
came back to turn in
my horse

and get cleaned up.

Leavin' us?

Yep, soon as
the train pulls out.

You'll have to hurry.
You'll get stuck here
for another week.

Ah, my American
friend.

It will interest you
to know I got my money.

How'd he get it?

You believe in miracles?
Sometimes.

Believe. If our friend
can get $300--

and all he can steal--

just because three women
are crazy enough

to want to go to the
Mountain of the Sun--

Pshh!

Good morning, Mister.

Could you tell me
if three American women

and an American man
passed by this way in
the last couple of days?

No hablo Inglés.
Lo siento.

Estoy buscando
a tres señoras
americanas

y un hombre.
¿Los vio?

Los vi, sí.

¿Cuándo?

El dia antes de ayer,
a medio dia.

¿Dónde iban?
Qué dirección?

Por alli.

Gracias.

Hyah!

Drop it, Dixon.

Where are they?
Where are they?

Who? Who are you
talkin' about?

The three women you were
supposed to guide.

Where'd you leave 'em?

I tell you,
I don't know what
you're talkin' about.

Empty your pockets.

Come on, on the ground!

Now...
where are they?

At the arroyo.
About a day from here.

It's the truth.
I'll lead you to them.

You bet you will.

Well!

Our good Samaritan!

How on earth
did you know
where to find us?

I've been trackin' you
for a couple of days.

Ever since I'd heard
who you'd hired for a guide,

I figured anything
could've happened.

He took our valuables
and left us.

I suppose that was
his intention all along.

Here's your jewelry.

Oh, thank you!

Thank you so much.

I found
this money on him.

I guess it must
be yours.
Yes.

What happened to him?

He's dead.

It's gonna be dark
in a couple of hours.

We'll camp here
for tonight

and start back
in the morning.

Start back?
Sure.

Three or four days,
you can be back in
San Pablo.

We're going on.

You can't go on
without a guide.

You can't go on
across the desert
by yourselves.

We have maps and books.
We've been preparing
for months.

Have you got any idea
what you're gonna find

further on out
in the desert?

Yes. Yes,
we believe we do.

You've got to find water,
to begin with.

Then you gotta stay
out of the way of
the rattlesnakes

and the tarantulas.

To say nothing
of the bandits
and the Indians!

It's just not for women.

We've gotten by
for two days
on our own,

and I see no reason
to assume otherwise.

Look...

See those wagon
tracks over there?

I've been
following them.
Know where they lead?

Right back
to that tree

where you started out
the day before
yesterday.

You've been traveling
in a circle.

And that's the way
you'll keep goin'

until you run out of
food and water.

It won't happen again.

Well, if that was all
you were up against...

Forgive me
for asking you...

but...if you
could take us,

we could pay.

Ma'am...I got a job.

And I'm already late
gettin' back to it.

Please, don't delay
because of us.

I'm not gonna
leave you out here
in the desert alone.

You have no choice.

No, but you do.
No.

VIRGINIAN: Why not?
Why can't you go back?

We're missionaries.

But there's nothin' up
there on the Mountain of
the Sun except--

Our work is there.

There's nothing up there

except a band of
murderin' Yaqui Indians.

Don't tell me you're
gonna try to bring
religion to them!

Among other things.

Look, even if you did
manage somehow

to get through to them,
they'd k*ll you on sight.

They hate the white man.

And your being women
isn't gonna save you.

We'll camp here for
the night, as you wish.

But in the morning,
we're going on.

I still can't understand
why you ladies

are so dead set
on the Yaqui.

Do you realize that
they're the only
Indian tribe

that's never been tamed
by the white man?

Spaniards tried first
over 300 years ago.

Got themselves whipped.

They say Indian wars
are a thing of the past,

but it'll be a long time
before the trouble's over
with the Yaquis.

Since you know that much
about Yaqui history,

then you must also know
the outrages committed
against them.

MRS. DRYER:
It's heartbreaking
even reading about it.

Tribe after tribe
k*lled without mercy.

It's almost unbelievable
in this day and age.

You have any idea
what happened to
the last missionaries

that tried to show them
a little mercy
about a year ago?

Their tongues
were ripped out,

their heels
were cut off,

and they were stripped
and left to rot
in the desert.

We knew they'd been k*lled.

We were spared the details.

I only told you

to try to make you
see some sense.
Those men--

Those men
were our husbands.

I'll take you to
Fort Guereras.

Maybe the general there
will give you an escort.

I'd--

I'd better see
to the horses.

That seems to be
the worst of it.
You can get in now.

No, we'd rather walk.

You've walked enough
for one day. Get in.

Perhaps we'd better
get used to it.

We're sorry for
the poor horses.

Look, let's not worry
about the horses.

They're more used to it
than you are.

I don't want any of you
droppin' in your tracks.

It'll just make things
more difficult for you.

Now, will you please
get in the wagon?

Thank you,
but I'm sure we'll
be all right.

And this is my youngest
daughter--Carol.

And her five children.

Hmm. Uh, how many
does that make in all?

I lost track
back there a ways.

Four sons
and three daughters.

And 18 grandchildren.

Heh. That's quite a tribe.

Oh, it is.

I have
a wonderful family.

Beats me how you can
tear yourself away
from them,,

leave them.

It's not so much
leaving them

as going on
to be closer
to someone I lost.

The man I was married to
for 30 years.

He became so much
a part of me

that when he was gone,
I felt as if I had died.

After all, my children
don't need me.

They have their families
to raise.

And somehow...

no matter how much
you love your children,

there's only one place
for a woman.

And that's
with her husband.

Excuse me.

Aaah!

Cathy!

What is it?
What's wrong?

That's just an iguana,
an overgrown lizard.

He won't hurt you.

What are you
looking for?

Nothin'.

You're afraid someone
might've heard me
scream, aren't you?

I've read sound
travels very far in
the desert at night.

What else
was in the books?

Raiding parties of
Yaquis and bandits

are always on the alert
for unusual sounds
at night.

As far as I can tell,
they're either
fast asleep

or not in
the neighborhood.

Either way, it's
no place for a woman.

Even the Mexican Army
is afraid to tackle
the Yaquis.

And that's a pure fact.

And fools rush in
where angels fear
to tread--

is that it?

I wouldn't call
the Mexican Army

a bunch of angels
exactly.

But you do
think us fools.

That's not a very nice
thing to say about a lady.

You're a strange mixture,
you know that?

Strange?
Mm-hmm.

Kindness.

Stubborn unwillingness
to understand.

Maybe I do.

I think you're here
for the same reason
Mrs. Dryer is.

To get closer
to what you've lost.

If you can understand
that much--

I know this--

nothing will
bring back the dead.

Have you ever
loved anyone?

I thought so once.

What made you realize
otherwise?

Burned itself out,
I guess.

What was
your husband like?

Why do you ask?

Well, you never
talk about him.

I just wondered.

I'd known him
since I was a child.

We were married
only a few months
when he was ordained

and left
on his mission.

Does that strike you
as strange?

To leave what was
virtually his bride?

You think I should've
tried to stop him,
don't you?

I didn't say that.

No, but you
believe it.

When a man's got his work,
he's got his--

He could've chosen
another mission.

One less dangerous,
I know.

But he chose
to go to the Yaquis

because they
were suffering
the greatest cruelty

on this continent.

I admired him for that,

for choosing a cause
the world had turned
its back on.

And I let him go
knowing that nothing
could stand in the way

of his conscience.

When I heard
what had happened,

it was as if God
had deserted me

and left
only bitterness.

And then it came to me
that I had to go

and help the very people
who'd k*lled him.

Love your enemy, huh?

I know that sounds strange
in the world that you know.

If others use the g*n,
the knife, and the arrow?

The answer to violence
can't be more violence.

Suppose you have to die
for that notion.

My husband did.

If you get yourself
k*lled following
in his footsteps,

what good is it gonna
do you or anybody else?

I'm not afraid of death.

Only of living
without a purpose.

Not afraid of death?

And yet you'll scream
at the sight of a lizard?

I know that was silly.

Not silly, exactly.

Especially when you don't
know the difference

between a harmless one
and a poisonous one.

Still, that's no excuse.

I never met a woman
as hard on herself
as you are.

Because I know myself.

But I really have
no courage.

No courage?

And yet you won't
turn back for anything?

We made certain of that
before we started out.

We knew that we'd
encounter hardships

and any number of
reasons not to go on.

That's why we made
a covenant with
our Lord...

never to turn back,
for any reason.

THE VIRGINIAN:
There's someone comin'.

Stay here.

Any shootin' starts,
get out of the way.

Buenas t*rd, señor.

Buenas t*rd.

Señora. A donde van?

Well, what is it?
What's wrong?

A Yaqui raid.

These people work--

I mean, they did work--
on a ranch about 20 miles
from here.

Yesterday afternoon, a Yaqui
raiding party attacked.

They butchered everybody,
including the women
and children.

These people managed
to get out alive

by hiding in the fields.

Ask if there's
anything we can do.

What did he say?

He says that only God

can give him back
what he wants the most--

the mind of his daughter.

All of her brothers
and sisters were k*lled

before her eyes.

Shh, it's all right.
Come on.

It's all right.

Hard to believe, isn't it?

Under all that beauty,

such brutality can exist
in this country.

Some Mexicans
waylaid some Yaquis,

and now their leader's
on the loose,

butchering to get even.

That'll go on
till the Mexicans
catch him and k*ll him.

And after that,
it'll just...

keep goin' on,
over and over again.

Somebody has
to start somewhere
to end the bloodshed.

Your husband tried that.

So must I.

Did he give you that?

For a wedding gift.
Why?

I guess it's there
to remind you.

I don't have
to be reminded.

Surely you can
understand a keepsake.

A few months isn't
30 years, you know.

I can understand
an older woman wanting
to bury herself.

But you don't belong here.
This isn't for you.

You can't believe
God would hold you
to a promise you made

when you didn't know
what you are getting into.

I want to be held
to that promise.

Good night.

Vaya con Dios.

Go with God.

God bless you.

Vaya con Dios.

Gracias.

Those ashes
are still warm.

The Yaquis who
attacked that farm?

No. You can always
tell a Yaqui fire

by the sticks they leave
stickin' in the ground.

That's the way
they cut their meat--
one stick for each man.

This fork says
"Sud Pacifico" on it.

It's a railroad
about 500 miles
south of here.

It gets attacked
by bandits as regular
as clockwork.

They must still be
around here somewhere.

We'd better hold up
until we make sure
they're out of the area.

THE VIRGINIAN:
One of the bandit scouts!

Whoa!

THE VIRGINIAN: We'll get
the wagon and horses
out of sight first.

Hurry.

Go on to the back
of the cave.

Get as far back
as you can.

Aah!

You all right?

I am sorry to intrude
on such a tender moment.

You will forgive me, no?

Americanos always have
plenty of money.

It is a national disease.

We are poor men.

American ladies
are never without money.

Let him have it.

The rest, please.

That's all we've got.

BANDIT:
If you wish the ladies
to be searched...

We can't give you
what we don't have.

Miguel.

My Americano friends,
I am a man of much patience.

But I cannot say the same
for Miguel here.

So, do not keep him
waiting too long.

How much will it take
to let 'em go?

For the young one...

$1,000.

For them...

500 apiece.

$2,000 for three
American women is cheap!

As their leader, you must
be a man of your word,

or you couldn't hold
your place, correct?

BANDIT:
I am a thief of honor.

What's on your mind?

I know where
there's something

worth a good deal more
than $2,000.

If I tell you where it is,
will you let 'em go?

How do I know you're
a man of honor...like me?

I'll show you.
No!

You can always
buy it again.

It took everything
we had--our life savings.

You can't
give it to him!

What is this treasure
the lady thinks is worth
more than her life?

A whole wagonload
of drugs,

medicines and provisions.
You can sell 'em.

Drugs

They were meant for
people who need them.

For who, señorita?

Yaquis.

You are bringing medicine
to those coyotes?

We're not here to take
sides with anyone.

We only want to help them
in the name of humanity.

It is very hard for me
to understand Americanos.

Especially the ladies.

You mean to tell me
you leave your rich country

to come to this land
to save the Yaquis,

when everyone
is trying to k*ll them?

THE VIRGINIAN:
They're missionaries.
They're here on their own.

Nobody sent them,
and nobody's payin' them.

I know how you feel
about the Yaquis.

You'd sooner see 'em dead,
like everyone else in Mexico.

But that's got nothin'
to do with the deal.

Now, do you want
that wagonload, or not?

BANDIT: So, you wish
to save the Yaquis.

You know, for years...

the Yaquis have kept
the army so busy,

they cannot spare
the Rurales to hunt us.

So, I will make a donation
of the medicine and the drugs

to the Yaquis.

But the provisions...
I will take.

Well, we'll need enough
to get us to Fort Guereras,
if you don't mind.

I will leave you enough
to reach the army outpost

at Minas Prietas--
it's on the way.

There, you will get
plenty of fresh water
from the well,

tacos for the ladies.

Now...where is the wagon?

In the rocks,
on the west side
of the trail.

Come on,
I'll show you.

Cathy...

I've been building up
to tell you something

for quite a while now.

And I don't know
any other way to
say it than this.

All my life,

I've belonged
only to myself.

Now, all of a sudden,
that's gone...

as if it never was.

As if my life
didn't mean a thing
without you.

I need you, Cathy.

I don't want that,
for your sake.

No, it's not possible.

It is.
It is possible.

You know it
and I know it.

Please, I can't.

You still love him?
No, I--

I don't know.

I never felt towards him
the way--

I've failed him.

As a woman...

as a wife...

I've failed him terribly.
I know that now.

Cathy, don't hold him
between us.

It's not that.

Listen.
Listen to me.

There's a hill...

overlooking the most
beautiful country
you ever saw.

500 acres
of Shiloh Ranch.

It's land
that belongs to me,

and that was set aside
by my boss

against the day I'd want
to settle down on my own.

That land
needs you, Cathy.

I need you.

I love you.

I love you.

If you change
your mind, Cathy,

I know the Lord
will understand.

What about
that fire in me?

Whoa.
Whoa!

The army outpost.
We'll stop long enough

to take on provisions
and rest the horses
and then move on.

MRS. DRYER: Giddyap!

Oh, just think.
Enough water

to drink
and to wash with.

Don't touch any
of that water!

Or any food
around here, either.

The Yaquis poison
all the wells

and all the supplies
wherever they hit.

Cathy?

When we get
to the port,

we'll stock up
on provisions.

And then you're
going back with me.

I don't know.

I don't know
that I can go back.

I made a vow, and I've
been reminded of it

in a terrible way.

Cathy.

Your husband
was a martyr.

That's all past
and finished.

There's no reason
for you to be the same

just because you think
you've failed him.

That's not why I'm here.

Then why?

I believe in what
I came here to do.

And I made a covenant
with God to do it.

What about us?

Us!

Did your covenant
with God take that
into account?

You said
you loved me.

Yes, I love you.

Please...

I have to think...
be alone.

Here.

Thank you.

I don't understand.

I just don't understand.

I know.

It's almost impossible
to understand.

Unless you've felt it
yourself in some way.

I know I never did
until the man I married

made me realize...

that there's
something beyond--

far beyond--what we might
want for ourselves.

Something we just can't
turn our backs on

or deny.

I wasn't young
when I was married,

and before that, I lived
only for each day,

thinking just of myself.

And then he walked into
the place where I had...

spent so much of my time.

Spent it like a fire
burning itself out.

And he tried
to talk to us...

but no one
would listen.

But suddenly,
his words reached me.

And I began to see things
through his eyes.

I had been
so blind before.

I found a man
who was truly good,

who thought
only of others.

And though we were married
only five years--

If the work
they wanted to do

can just live on...

I must go on.

By what miracle
you got here,
I don't know.

But God
went with you,

keeping you from
that raiding party
of Yaquis.

But to wish to go on
to their mountain...

General Rodello,
as a soldier,

surely you understand
what it means
to have a mission.

Ah, yes, señora.

But I also know when
I'm sending troops
to their death.

If you're speaking
of what happened
to our husbands,

we took that
into consideration
before we came here.

CATHY: With all
due respect, General...

we also know what happened
to the Yaqui women...

and their families.

Yes, violence
brings violence.

And always one side
blames the other
for starting it.

But this began
hundreds of years ago,

when the Spanish
first came.

They tried to make
the Yaqui sl*ves.

You think you will
teach them to live in peace

with your
Christian charity?

Somebody at least
has to make the attempt.

No one knows the Yaquis
like I do, señora.

I have been fighting them
since the last big w*r
began in 1875.

A w*r without mercy.

If they could be shown
that not all white men
want to k*ll them...

You will never get
the chance!

Then you won't provide us
with an escort?

RODELLO: Even if I could
spare the soldiers,

I must first think
of my men.

But to send them
to what I know would be
certain death--

Go home, señoras.

Go home!

Cathy?

Please, don't make it
any more difficult
for the both of us.

I can't help it.
I can't let you go
through with this.

It's not
your decision.

I could have
General Rodello

give you an armed escort
to the border.

We'd only
come back again...

next month, next year.

Don't you see?
You can't stop us.

Nobody can.

Good-bye.

I'm going with you.

I don't want you to.

We can find our way
from here.

You'd just be risking
your life for no reason.

But I can't let you
go on alone,

and that's all
there is to that.

It's the drummer
of the Yaqui guard.

Buenas t*rd.
Por favor--

No Spanish!

That is the tongue
of our enemy.

I learned English
to buy g*ns and supplies

over the border.

You will understand me.

You have heard
of the raids of
the past few weeks

against the rancheros
past the outpost.

Yeah, we just came
through that way.

And you know
what we have done.

Mm-hmm.

Mexicans we k*ll
like rattlesnakes.

Do you know why
you are not dead

before you arrived
on this mountain?

No.

Because you came from
the Mexican garrison

at Fort Guereras.

You are going to tell me
when the Mexican Army
is going to attack us.

We've got nothing
to do with that--

I know what you are!

You and every
white man...

and the women
who are in their pay.

What for would they
come here?

If you'll just listen
to me, I'll tell you--

Listen?!

Listen!

For years, my people
have listened

to those who said
they came to help them.

They led them
into their villages,

only to find they came
as spies and soldiers.

With hidden g*ns
and knives.

They listened.

And our women
were hung.

So our tribe
would die out!

Babies were smashed
against trees.

Villages were burned.

Since the Spaniards,
they have tried
to k*ll our people.

To wipe us out.
To take over our land.

And you--
you ask me to listen.

Just long enough
to let me tell you
who these women are.

I know what they are.
Spies.

What else would they
come here for?

The same mission
that brought three
American men here

a year ago.

You had them k*lled.

Three missionaries
who meant you no harm.

My husband
had no interest
in making w*r.

He was only trying
to end the bloodshed.

So was mine.

He wanted only
to do good

for all of your people.

You must've had them
k*lled before they had
a chance to show you

what was
in their hearts.

Those men
were your husbands?

We came here...

because we want to do
the work they wanted
to do...

as best we can.

We have seed and tools.

Drugs for your sick,

medicine
for your children.

We know there's
disease and pestilence
among your people.

We ask only
that we may stay

and do God's work.

This is the child
of my captain.

You are women
of great courage.

My people
understand that.

Hey.

No!

No!

I'd like you
to have this.

You'll always be
with me.

You'll always be
with me.

Bye, Cathy.

Not good-bye.

Vaya con Dios.

Vaya con Dios.