Five Bloody Graves

- I'd almost forgotten how beautiful it could be.

Hold me.

I'm right here, honey.

- You may not believe this but all those months

you were away in the war, there was never anybody else.

It was always you, Ben.

Don't you believe me?

Sure, honey.

You don't sound like you believe me.

- You know, for someone that's out of practice,

you do very well.

You're awful.

You haven't changed a bit.

That's right.

Mmm, that's nice, well worth riding

over a thousand miles for.

You're a bastard.

It was meant as a compliment.

Well, I didn't think it was funny.

I'm sorry.

I know you, Ben.

What's bothering you.

Couldn't have been the war.

Hell, you shot more men before you joined up

than most men in the army.

Now that it's over, why don't you stay here with me

and settle down?

Ben?

Ben, it's your wife, isn't it?

It's Mary.

She's dead, Ben, and there's nothing in the world

you can do about it.

It's almost a year now.

Live amongst the living, Ben.

Ben, listen to me.

Please, Ben, listen to me.

You could build a new life for yourself, for us.

Takes guts to live among the living.

What makes you think Mary was so different and so pure?

She was a woman just like me.

Ben Thompson, peace officer,

who remains alive only because of his deadliness,

rides on the trail of a Yaqui chief called Satago

and his heart filled with hate.

As I ride beside him, as I do with all men

on my pale horse,

I'm Ben Thompson's close friend, Death,

the physician who cures all pain.

For the next five bloody days I ride

with my mortal messenger Ben Thompson

collecting the debt all men must pay.

Yaqui Chief Satago slaughters the white man and woman

in the name of justice for his people.

The white man has killed his game,

driven his tribe

from their hunting ground,

and broken every treaty.

Where Satago goes, I am, for he, too, is my messenger

and death is his way of life.

Ben Thompson.

Lightfoot, Joe Lightfoot.

Yeah, I've heard of you.

Here, I think I owe you something.

No, some information.

How come Indians are chasing Indians?

(chuckles) My half brother, Satago.

Well, he's a big Yaqui chief now

and he's trying to run all the white men

outta the territory.

Got guns, too, lots of 'em.

Where'd he get 'em?

Gun runners.

Well, that's neighborly.

What's he after you for?

Is that his squaw?

You running away with her?

That's my squaw and he wants her.

If we don't get outta the territory soon,

he's gonna kill both of us.

Well, then maybe you better get.

(chuckles) Happy hunting.

- The five bloody days have their beginning.

The hatred between Ben Thompson and Satago

creates a holocaust of violence

during which these two messengers of mine

each seeks revenge.

In this grave lies Ben Thompson's bride, Mary,

delivered to me by an arrow from the bow of Satago

on her wedding day.

Weep not for her, she's found peace.

No yesterdays to regret, no today to endure,

and no tomorrows to fear.

When sweet Mary Thompson died,

all of the love within the heart of Ben Thompson

was buried with her for he's Mary's husband forever.

Even I, Death, cannot part this man and this woman.

Ben!

Relax, Nora, don't fight him.

Yaqui has body of woman.

Ben.

Ben.

Yeah?

You all right?

Yeah.

Oh, it looks bad.

Think you can stop the bleeding?

Yeah, I gotta clean it first.

How's your neck.

Oh, it stings.

- Could you get me my canteen and my gun belt?

Sure, okay.

Here, let me use your scarf.

Well, we'll put some whiskey on it.

The air will heal it.

Still stings.

Thanks, Ben, thanks for everything.

Here, let me help you.

Oh, just pour it in, wash the sand out.

What the hell are you doing out here alone?

Alone?

Oh, Dave's in Tucson.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Dave, Dave Miller?

I guess you hadn't heard.

I married Dave just after you left for the war.

Why didn't I hear from you, Ben?

You know why.

I thought I meant something to you.

Look, I told you in the beginning

it wouldn't work.

Mary?

Mmm hmm.

She's dead, Ben.

- You know I oughta be in that grave or her killer.

Mary wouldn't want you to feel that way.

She'd want you to live not just exist.

Remember, Ben, "Vengeance is mine saith the Lord."

Yeah.

- Well, there's no use trying to talk any sense into you

once you've got your mind made up.

That's right.

You know this country's crawling with small bands

of renegade Apaches.

The Mexicans call 'em Yaquis, worst kind of Apache.

Rather scalp a white man than chase a squaw.

I hope Dave makes it.

He'll make it.

- Well, I better stay with you till he gets back.

_ okay-

Ben, are you asleep?

Yep-

- (chuckles) Would you like your coffee poured on your foot?

No, ma'am.

(chuckles) Did you sleep all right?

Yeah.

Best a fella can with one eye open.

Did you hear anything?

No, it's been quiet, too quiet.

It's Dave.

Hello, Dave.

Well, hello, Thompson.

What brings you around these parts?

Just passing through.

- Two Yaquis tried to take me home for a plaything.

Ben here happened by just in time.

One cut his leg and look what they did to my neck.

- So you came by here to celebrate the big event.

Oh, hold it, Dave.

I came by to warn you.

The whole countryside is being torn up

by renegade Apache.

You're lucky you made it back from town.

I'm on my way to Tombstone.

I think you and Nora better travel with me.

I been living here for five years, Ben.

Ain't never had no trouble with Indians.

Besides I got my traps to tend to.

Dave, don't you believe us?

- These aren't just Indians, they're Yaquis.

Well, if you're goin' then get

'cause I don't want your kind hanging around here