A Minute to Pray, a Second to Die

A Minute to Pray a Second to Die

Pa! Lie quiet, Pa!

Pa! You're hurting me, Pa!

Here is something else for you.

Thanks.

Seeing you Zack.

So long.

Hey, Pete.

Listen to this...

Any and all outlaws who of their own free will...

apply to the office of Roy W. Colby...

U.S. Marshal, Town of Tascosa, territory of New Mexico...

will be granted amnesty. Whereby this government...

undertakes to wipe all crimes of which they stand accused...

from the record henceforward and forever.

Signed, Lemuel Carter, Governor.

Amnesty. I never thought I'd live to see the day.

It's rotten!

How come?

Man strays from the righteous path...

he has to be made to pay for it.

Don't do try to pretend that a skunk don't smell.

Reach!

Take off your hat when a gentleman enters the room.

Hey, Clay. These fellas must think a lot of you.

They got your picture all over the place.

Hey, I must be gettin' up in the world.

Ten grand.

You're still only worth $500.

I think I'm better-lookin' than you are.

Yeah, sure.

Stay put, fellas.

Right over there.

Hey, Fred.

Look at how sweet they're being to us.

Get some whiskey for Father Santana.

Plenty.

Come on, Fred. Let's go.

Hey, Beaver Head's to the north.

We're heading for the mission now.

But we're being followed, Clay.

I need to see Santana.

Look, Clay. I don't like to say anything...

but if it's about your arm...

you'd be better off going to a doctor than that priest.

Who said anything about my arm?

Hey!

The mission's that way!

This way's longer, but it's safer!

What about it, Santana?

He won't talk.

Do like the good book says...

Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

Didn't you like the whiskey the man brought you?

What whiskey? I don't drink.

McCord thinks different.

Took a whole slew of bottles for you...

back at the mule station.

We come here to wrap him up in a box...

and hand him to the Marshal.

Thou shalt not kill, my son.

Unless there's a price on his head.

That makes it legal, instead of just fun.

We're working for the law.

Listen good. Maybe we beat McCord here.

But soon as he arrives...

you bring him right into the church.

Get me?

Try to cross me, and I promise...

you've got a date upstairs with your boss... for free.

Stay put here.

Hey, Padre...

I wanna show you something make you feel good.

I mean. You don't think we'd drag a fella's body...

all over the place for weeks before we bury him, do you?

Not sanitary.

So. We just take his head.

I don't like that. Sean.

Bad luck to plug padres.

They're not worth a cent.

Any priest buddies up with an outlaw...

I automatically excommunicate him...

and ordain myself.

Not yet.

What'd we come here for?

So you could confess?

Get outside and keep him busy.

No priest's gonna cure what ails you. Clay.

What you need is a real doctor.

Yeah. But priests keep their mouths shut.

I see what you mean.

Well. Plenty of padres in Old Mexico.

Let's get goin'.

Peons'll be crowdin' in here any second.

This is where we split, Fred.

Just like that?

Without me, you're a dead man.

Adios, Fred.

And don't follow me.

Are you sure you looked everywhere?

Not a soul for miles.

They'll never get through here. That's for sure.

You two watch that roadblock.

Marshal Colby said shoot on sight.

Especially the Escondido Bunch.

Don't you worry about that, I got my orders.

What about you. Men?

We set up another roadblock by the woods.

Got five men watchin' that one.

All right. You stay here. We'll join the men at the creek.

Not a sound, kid.

No use sendin' them signals.

Appears you ate already anyway.

I'm particular who I feed.

Well. Normally I'm particular who I eat with.

What are you doin' here?

Pickin' mushrooms.

You ain't gonna use that.

You don't want 'em to know where you are any more than I do.

Besides, if I thought for one second...

you were gonna use it, you'd have a hole...

right between your eyes by now.

Clear out while you got the chance.

As soon as I finish eatin'.

And if you got any brains, you'll follow me.

You stay here. You'll tangle with Marshal Colby's crowd.

We gotta get through the blockade.

Otherwise, we'll all starve.

We haven't been able to get provisions...

through to Escondido for weeks.

Escondido?

I should've known.

What?

Why the stink is so bad around here.

You ever been there, Mister?

I've been there. It's a great place...

for rats.

We got work to do.

Skirt that roadblock tonight, or we'll never get through.

Get movin'.

If you put the supplies on your back...

and crawl through one by one, you might have a chance.

You try it in that wagon, they'll tear you apart.

Don't listen to him.

We got out, we'll get back in.

Clay McCord.

McCord?

That's all we needed.

You remember me, don't you, Clay?

At Laramie?

I used to be with Doc.

Doc Tapper, the doctor.

- Where's he now? - Who?

The doc. Where is he now?

At Escondido.

Thanks.

Come with us, Mr. McCord.

With you along, we could make it.

No, I don't want his kind throwin' in with us.

- It's tough enough as it is. - Pa. You gotta let him.

He's supposed to be lightning with guns.

Us rats don't need his protection.

Your pa, he's got a big mouth. Boy.

I hope it's still flappin' in the morning.

Good luck, kid.

They will have to wait a long while in Escondidos for these supplies.

There won't be much left, when we get finished.

Good, huh?

Hey, boys!

They tried to surrender. Why did you kill them?

We don't go for any of that white flag stuff...

around these parts.

Not for Escondido scum.

All right. Put all those supplies back on the wagon.

It's McCord!

Come back to stay, McCord?

I'll let you know when I decide.

- Open it up. - There you are.

Don't touch that stuff.

It's mine, paid for by me.

Why didn't you go get it, then?

Why don't we pay him for it, Kraut?

You wanna pay me for it?

You got plans for this stuff, McCord?

That's right.

I still run things around here.

Anything you do, clear with me.

Kraut...

Where's my boy?

Where's my husband?

They didn't want to go, you made them.

I'll see you get four full shares of grub.

How's that, Ruby? Fair's fair.

Four shares.

But my kid...

my man...

they're dead.

All to fill your rotten belly.

Here's what's fair.

Ruby!