A mysterious preacher protects a humble prospector village from a greedy mining company trying to encroach on their land.

Megan Wheeler: [Reading from the Book of Revelation] And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the fourth beast said: "Come and see." And I looked, and behold a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death.
[the Preacher rides up on his pale horse]
Megan Wheeler: And Hell followed with him.
Coy LaHood: When I left, those tin pans had all but given up. Their spirit was nearly broken. A man without spirit is whipped. But a preacher, he could give them faith. Shit! One ounce of faith, they'll be dug in deeper than tick on a hound. You boys, you go throw a rope around that man. You bring him to me!... No, don't. If we get too rough, we'll make a martyr out of him. Don't wanna give 'em a martyr'.
The Preacher: Nothing like a good piece of hickory.
Eddie Conway: It was him. Him and his men. They shot him. Forever. The bullets kept hitting him. Forever.
The Preacher: Meantime, why don't you put me to work?
Hull Barret: Oh no, I couldn't ask you to, uh... Well, I mean, ya know - maybe if there was somethin' spiritual.
The Preacher: Well, that Spirit ain't worth spit without a little exercise. Now you tell me where.
Sarah Wheeler: Who are you? Who are you... really?
The Preacher: Well, it really doesn't matter, does it?
[first lines]
Megan Wheeler: Lindsey.
[last lines]
Megan Wheeler: [her voice echoing through the mountains] Preacher? Preacher? We all love you Preacher... I love you!... Thank you! Good-bye!
The Preacher: Well, if you're waitin' for a woman to make up her mind, you may have a long wait.
Teddy Conway: Where are you going Mr Hull?
Hull Barret: I'm going into town
Teddy Conway: Ain't that kinda dumb after what happened last time?
[Preacher has just hit Club in the groin with a sledgehammer - Josh LaHood looks at Club when he gets back up on his horse and they start to ride away]
Josh LaHood: You think you can make it?
Club: Ice!... Ice!
Spider Conway: Preacher my ass.
Coy LaHood: Sacramento ain't worth moose piss.
Coy LaHood: Do you imbibe?
The Preacher: Only after nine in the morning.

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