[ TT ] Bounty hunters corner a man wanted for several counts of murder . The only information known of this man is that he was a missionary who came West to spread his faith . He is wanted dead or alive .

They found the stranger cowering like a two-bit Mexican cattle rustler by a burnt out church in south corner Morison County. He squatted against the the door his horse tied up to a lone tree of the side. The horse was a sickly pathetic thing, a bit of horse skin wrapped around a skeleton the thing could barely stand up. The stranger himself was wrapped in gray cloak his hat down covering his face. 
 McGreggor was the first off his horse. Always the respectful type, he always avoids shooting when it does n't need to be done. So he shouted at the Man. 
 
 `` Now I know who you are so let me just introduce ourselves by saying we are the law around these here parts, and there's a warrant out for you! Dead or Alive.'' McGreggor had three other compatriots with him, two of whom got down of their horses to stand with him. `` Now I speak with the lord in mind when I say, that I'd rather to take you alive than dead, but I'm just about the only one. So I ask you to surrender now and face justice, cause its coming one way or the other.'' The stranger looked up, his face was sullen and grayed with eyes so sunken they resembled black pits. He stood up with seemed great difficulty. Young Wallace took his rifle of his shoulders. Wolford rested a calming hand on Wallace's shoulders to keep him for aimed down at the Stranger. Eller stayed on her horse, silent and watching. 
 
 `` You speak for the lord?'' The stranger laughed, a hollow one that seemed to spring from the earth rather than his throat. `` I do n't remember him sending you.'' McGreggor drew his right pistol and pointed in down at him. 
 
 `` You raise up your hands where I can see them.'' The stranger complied he raised two sickly hands, wearing too many rings up into the dry air. 
 
 `` You know, I've never spoken to the Lord but I doubt he'd take a liking to me do you wan na know why?'' said the Stranger. McGreggor ignored his chatter, and signaled. Walford got a thick corse rope off his horse and walked it over to him. 
 `` Be cause you a murderer! You killed my ma, and Miss Dees, and... you're gon na die for it!'' Should Wallace his voice cracking. 
 `` No... oh no. Not that. The Lords murdered to more than I could ever hope to achieve. Rather, the Lord wo n't like me because I care too much.'' 
 McGreggor whipped the stranger across the face with the but of his gun. `` I wo n't have you disrespecting the Lord around me.'' The stranger, check bruised, turned stared into McGreggor's eyes and smiled. McGreggor raised him gun for a second blow, when Walford stood in front of him and shook his head. 
 `` Oh, I do n't mean no disrespect. Its just that for an all loving God, he has a great many exceptions'' said the Stranger. `` I do n't have any. I bring a sermon, and you all can... WILL partake in it, no exceptions.'' 
 `` Lower your hands and one more word out of you and you'll wish I was as loving as the good lord. Walford!'' Walford walked up to the stranger and the stranger lower his hands right onto Walford's shoulders and stabbed him in the neck with fingers nails like needles. Walford collapsed to the ground his skin turned the color of ash, his eyes like a well at midnight. McGreggor jumped back in fright, Wallace screamed, Eller shot the stranger three times through the chest in the blink of an eye. She kept her eye on the stranger, and reloaded. 
 
 `` Jesus'' swore McGreggor. He leaned down next to Walford. The small puncture on his neck was n't even bleeding. McGreggor felt for a pulse but found nothing, yet McGreggor reached up anyway and grabbed him by the wrist. Relief spilled forth, McGreggor said `` thank God I thought you were...'' before being cut off as Walford grabbed McGreggor by through and squeezed. McGreggor fought and kicked, nailing Wallace in the groin, to no effect. Eller lower her sights. The two men fought and tumbled and she dared not shoot out of fear of injuring the other. Wallace had such fears, and hundred more besides. Yet with tears welling up in his eyes blurring his vision he shot anyway. He hit them both, straight through the chest. Eller reached down and snatched the riffel out of Wallace's hands. She rode up then and kicked what used to be Walford out of the way before throwing McGreggor on the back of the horse. 
 Wallace was in shambled, staring at his hands and some place far off where he wish he could be instead. `` Its okay, kid. Do n't worry'' said McGreggor. `` That was a good shot. You did your best, you did fine.'' He coughed. and clutched at the bullet wound in his chest. McGreggor and stnading still by the church, unaffect by the wound in his chest but not making chase. It was then to everyones collective horror that the Stranger stood up and spoke. 
 `` Indeed, I love perhaps too much. Already I have forgiven you for these transgressions'' he said gesturing his wounds and to Wallace's own. `` Past and future.'' Eller shot at at the stranger again and emptied her revolver. Walford stood in front of the Stranger and took several of the bullets from him. Eller turned her horse around and yelled one word a Wallace before digger her heals into the horse and galloping away. `` Run!'' 
 Wallace ran to his horse. He reached and pulled himself up and onto his horse. His horse bucked him them, sending Wallace flying back and smacking into the ground with an audible crack. He tried desperately to get up but could not. He legs were going numb. Wallace wanted to scream. The stranger and Walford stood in unison over him. 
 
 `` Is n't it wonderful?'' said the stranger gesturing toward Walford, `` the gift of the everlasting? Do n't be afraid child, it will only ever hurt once, and then never again.'' Wallace screamed, attempted to pull himself away. Yet only pulled toughs of grass out of the ground to no effect, not feeling Walford hands gripping his ankles. `` Easy now child, I think its time that you woke up.'' He pricked Wallace on the neck and his screaming ceased at once. The stranger smiled and watched the two other flee with the setting sun. Stood there with his two newest converts. It did not matter where they ran, they would be converted soon enough. 
 `` I bring second chances, I bring redemption'' he shouted after them. His voice booming carried on icy winds of change across the wasteland. `` I bring freedom. I am a bringer `` of death.''
