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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.

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?

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 tardes.

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 bullet 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 War.

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 killed...

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.

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 kill 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.

It's heartbreaking
even reading about it.

Tribe after tribe killed 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 killed.

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 killed him.

Love your enemy, huh?

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

If others use the gun, 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 killed
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.

There's someone comin'.

Stay here.

Any shootin' starts, get out of the way.

Buenas tardes, señor.

Buenas tardes.

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 killed

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 kill 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.

One of the bandit scouts!

Whoa!

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.

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?

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? Medicines?

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 kill them?

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?

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.

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.

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 slaves.

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 war began in 1875.

A war without mercy.

If they could be shown that not
all white men want to kill them...

You will never get the chance!

Then you won't provide us with an escort?

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 tardes. Por favor--

No Spanish!

That is the tongue of our enemy.

I learned English to buy guns 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 kill 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 guns 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 kill 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 killed.

Three missionaries who meant you no harm.

My husband had no interest in making war.

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 killed
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.