Apache Junction

Miss angel?

Camp's packed up and ready to hit the trail.

We should reach the outpost by dusk, ma'am.

Thank you, Mr. Foliet.

I've traveled hundreds of miles from my home

to a place some has referred to as hell.

A beautiful hell, if you will.

And tucked away into this corner of the world

that few have ever been

is a world that might only be fit

for the devil himself.

This is a land full of violence where outlaws,

pistoleers, deserters and murderers

have been calling home for the past few years.

But now that the great war has ended,

the east has vowed to end terror

and lawlessness across the land.

And so the capture and the execution

of evil men begins as bounty hunters,

scalpers and even the army

move in to exact their view of law and order

upon these expansive yet bloody lands.

We close?

The outpost is just right up ahead.

All right.

Man's idea of civilization has arrived.

Arizona is what they call it.

- Thank you. - Yeah, of course.

All right. Captain's up ahead here.

- Captain. - More lambs to the slaughter?

This here is Annabelle angel.

I know who she is, ebb.

You arrived a bit earlier than we originally expected.

Apologies, sir, but I had a wonderful guide.

I do hope I'm not intruding.

Intruding?

No.

But I have a question to ask, miss angel.

Do thoughts of death visit you often,

or are you just simple minded?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Simple minded would be the answer, then.

The reason I ask is because

no respectable woman in her right mind

ventures to these parts.

In fact, the only women who ever come around here

are looking to spread their legs for a few pennies.

You understand my meaning now?

I do, and my response is quite simple, indeed.

You are here to do a job, if I'm not mistaken?

Get to the point.

I am as well, sir.

It's the job that's made me travel all these miles.

Writing an article for, what is it?

The San Francisco examiner.

Right. And this stupid article is worth possibly being raped

and murdered,

shot, cut,

or otherwise maimed in this godforsaken desert?

It is.

And this article, it's gonna be on the men

we're chasing down out here,

and the good job that my men are doing?

Yes.

Mm.

Well, I don't have time

to dig deeper into your logic, miss angel,

but please know

that I cannot afford any type of protection

for you while you're here, so you'll be on your own.

I understand.

And if any harm should come to you while you're here,

it will not be the fault of the United States army,

and I better not read that in any newspaper.

The responsibility of some crazy woman

that wants to immortalize herself in print

will not be on my head.

I'm not trying to immortalize myself.

Sir.

Pardon?

You say "sir" when you address me.

I've earned it.

Ebb, show her the lay of the land.

You write your article true, miss angel.

You write about the cutthroats and savages

that we're trying to exterminate from this land.

Well, sir,

I guarantee you that's exactly what I'll be doing.

Good.

Then I expect to see you soon, I should think.

- Sir. - Ebb.

Crazy woman.

Well, I'm sure that could've gone a bit better.

Is he always that inviting?

Miss angel, listen here now.

Hensley ain't one to go crossing around here.

He's the whole show.

He's just as dangerous as any Joe, John and Harry out here,

if not more so.

The man has eyes and ears all over.

So walk lightly in his presence if you want to avoid trouble.

Are those words sticking with you, miss angel?

Right then.

We should go get you outfitted.

Get you a place to stay.

Hell, we leave now, we can get to the junction by nightfall.

What's junction?

Just the place you wanted to write about.

See, those of us who call this place home

refer to it as a neutral patch of land, if you will.

Now, come on.

Howdy.

Well, this here's the only supply stop.

There's nothing north of us but injun territory.

Now, most people around here call this place home.

Mostly because everywhere else, there's a price on their head.

Well, right over there, that's a saloon.

Or what we call one, anyway.

It's a rough place.

You want some answers or to find someone,

that'd be your best bet.

Right next to it is churtle b's bathhouse.

Nice hot mineral water comes straight from the hot Springs.

Also plays home to most of the whores in town.

Right around, trading post.

Lanterns, wood, sheets, you name it.

Man who runs its name is Deacon sparry.

Been here since the camp's inception.

Also one you might want to talk to.

Now...

There's one thing to remember here, miss angel,

is that this place don't quite like the army much.

They make a lot of coin off them soldiers.

Interesting sight, seeing some of these boys in blue

wandering around with the likes of men you see here.

Were it anywhere else, would be at the other end of a rope.

But they can't touch them here in the junction.

You mean this place is considered

a safe haven for criminals, Mr. Foliet?

Well, miss angel, you catch on quick.

Why hasn't the army raided it?

Listening to captain hensley back there,

you'd think this place would be in ashes.

The army needs this place just as much

as everyone else does.

It's an interesting arrangement.

Which is why anywhere else outside this place is dangerous.

Army's been putting bounties out.

Attracting folk from all over the country.

They show up looking to shoot the man

whose face is printed on that piece of paper.

And the others?

Ha! They're looking to shoot the new faces that show up,

'cause they figure they're only here for one reason.

Those bounties.

Sounds like a very violent type of life.

Yup, yup.

No truer statement's ever been made, ma'am.

Right over there, that's your lodging.

Go on in and talk to vern.

He's got a room arranged for your stay.

I suggest you get your essentials in the morning,

seeing it's getting to be dark now and, uh, well,

this town can get a bit rowdy at night.

You be real careful now, miss angel.

I'd hate to see anything happen to you.

Oh, no.

All right.

Thank you.

Good night, ma'am.

- Good night. - Night.

That's it now. Who do you want?

What you got in there? You got going...

Jericho Ford.

I don't think we'd had the pleasure of meeting, good sir.

All right, gentlemen.

Looks like we're in time for a tussle.

Who's taking bets?

We got gorn and Jericho. Who's got what? What do you got?

Oh, more to Jericho.

Who do you want? You got gorn?

Right.

Speak up, kid. I think you're going for gorn.

I believe you want gorn.

You, sir, are an idiot going for Jericho.

You want gorn or Jericho?

We got one for gorn and Jericho.

How about you pour me a little shot there, baby?

One for Jericho. That's a bad bet, son.

What do you got?

All right. All right, gentlemen. Good luck.

You know I'm good for it.

What are you looking at me for?

Darn.

Come on, Jericho.

I've heard a lot about you.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

Come on now, gorn!

Come on, Jericho.

All hot air.