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___ de Cristo Mountains, in the Rockies
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sangre
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Sangre ("Blood") is a 2005 Mexican drama film directed by Amat Escalante . It was screened in the Un Certain Regard section at the 2005 Cannes Film Festival .
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Actually, he struck out on foot with his rifle and lived in the country and never stopped walking until he wore down Le Sangre somehow and brought him back hobbled--just skin and bones, and Terence not much more.
Now Le Sangre is himself again, and he and Terence have a fight--like that--every day.
He came close to the veranda, and Le Sangre lifted his fine head and stared fearlessly, curiously, with a sort of contemptuous pride, at Elizabeth and Vance.
She went to a side window and saw him go fearlessly into the corral where the man-destroying El Sangre was kept.
Terence himself guided the horsemen, and he rode El Sangre, a flashing streak of blood red.
To be sure, it was not the first time that El Sangre had stretched to the full his mighty strength, but on those other occasions he had fought the burst of speed, straining back in groaning stirrup leathers, with his full weight wresting at the bit.
He lightened his weight as only a fine horseman can do, shifting a few vital inches forward, and with the burden falling more over his withers, El Sangre fled like a racer down the valley.
When El Sangre pulled out of his racing gallop and struck out up a slope at his natural gait, the ground-devouring pace, Terry Hollis was panting and twisting in the saddle as though the labor of the gallop had been his.
For El Sangre had known such pain as he himself was learning at this moment.
El Sangre was giving him true trust, true love, and asking him for no return.
And when the full dark came, he broke from the last sweep of foothills and El Sangre roused to a gallop over the level toward Craterville.
The hoofs of El Sangre bit into the dust, choking and red in daylight, and acrid of scent by the night.
And he had to waste time with a visit to El Sangre in the stable before his breakfast was ready.
Craterville was in the hollow behind him when the sun rose, and El Sangre was taking up the miles with the tireless rhythm of his pace.
An ordinary horse would never have made it, but El Sangre was in his glory.