The Professionals. After coolly gunning down ten treacherous bandidos in a steamy Mexican arroyo, four scraggly do-gooders take a long look at the dead men's mounts. They hate killing horses, but you don't leave that kind of evidence roaming around. "They're harmless," says one. "Nothing's harmless in this desert unless it's dead," snaps a pardner. Though the horses are spared, everything else that moves is soon either dying, wounded or dodging.
Trigger fingers twitching, the four hirelings have just embarked on what they believe to be a mission of mercy. The pay is $10,000 apiece. The time is the early 1900s. Villa's...
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