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Miss angel?

Camp's packed up
and ready to hit the trail.

We should reach the outpost
by dusk, ma'am.

Thank you, Mr. Foliet.

I've traveled
hundreds of miles from my home

to a place some
has referred to as hell.

A beautiful hell, if you will.

And tucked away
into this corner of the world

that few have ever been

is a world that might
only be fit

for the devil himself.

This is a land full of violence
where outlaws,

pistoleers,
deserters and murderers

have been calling home
for the past few years.

But now that the great war
has ended,

the east has vowed to end terror

and lawlessness across the land.

And so the capture
and the execution

of evil men begins
as bounty hunters,

scalpers and even the army

move in to exact their view
of law and order

upon these expansive
yet bloody lands.

We close?

The outpost is just
right up ahead.

All right.

Man's idea of
civilization has arrived.

Arizona is what they call it.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, of course.

All right.
Captain's up ahead here.

- Captain.
- More lambs to the slaughter?

This here is Annabelle angel.

I know who she is, ebb.

You arrived a bit earlier
than we originally expected.

Apologies, sir,
but I had a wonderful guide.

I do hope I'm not intruding.

Intruding?

No.

But I have a question to ask,
miss angel.

Do thoughts of death
visit you often,

or are you just simple minded?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Simple minded would be
the answer, then.

The reason I ask is because

no respectable woman
in her right mind

ventures to these parts.

In fact, the only women
who ever come around here

are looking to spread their legs
for a few pennies.

You understand my meaning now?

I do, and my response
is quite simple, indeed.

You are here to do a job,
if I'm not mistaken?

Get to the point.

I am as well, sir.

It's the job that's made me
travel all these miles.

Writing an article for,
what is it?

The San Francisco examiner.

Right. And this stupid article
is worth possibly being raped

and murdered,

shot, cut,

or otherwise maimed
in this godforsaken desert?

It is.

And this article,
it's gonna be on the men

we're chasing down out here,

and the good job
that my men are doing?

Yes.

Mm.

Well, I don't have time

to dig deeper into your logic,
miss angel,

but please know

that I cannot afford
any type of protection

for you while you're here,
so you'll be on your own.

I understand.

And if any harm should
come to you while you're here,

it will not be the fault
of the United States army,

and I better not read that
in any newspaper.

The responsibility
of some crazy woman

that wants to immortalize
herself in print

will not be on my head.

I'm not trying
to immortalize myself.

Sir.

Pardon?

You say "sir"
when you address me.

I've earned it.

Ebb, show her
the lay of the land.

You write your article true,
miss angel.

You write about the cutthroats
and savages

that we're trying to exterminate
from this land.

Well, sir,

I guarantee you that's exactly
what I'll be doing.

Good.

Then I expect to see you soon,
I should think.

- Sir.
- Ebb.

Crazy woman.

Well, I'm sure that could've
gone a bit better.

Is he always that inviting?

Miss angel, listen here now.

Hensley ain't one to go
crossing around here.

He's the whole show.

He's just as dangerous as any
Joe, John and Harry out here,

if not more so.

The man has eyes and ears
all over.

So walk lightly in his presence
if you want to avoid trouble.

Are those words sticking
with you, miss angel?

Right then.

We should go get you outfitted.

Get you a place to stay.

Hell, we leave now, we can get
to the junction by nightfall.

What's junction?

Just the place you wanted
to write about.

See, those of us
who call this place home

refer to it as a neutral
patch of land, if you will.

Now, come on.

Howdy.

Well, this here's
the only supply stop.

There's nothing north of us
but injun territory.

Now, most people around here
call this place home.

Mostly because everywhere else,
there's a price on their head.

Well, right over there,
that's a saloon.

Or what we call one, anyway.

It's a rough place.

You want some answers
or to find someone,

that'd be your best bet.

Right next to it
is churtle b's bathhouse.

Nice hot mineral water comes
straight from the hot Springs.

Also plays home to most
of the whores in town.

Right around, trading post.

Lanterns, wood, sheets,
you name it.

Man who runs its name
is Deacon sparry.

Been here since
the camp's inception.

Also one you might
want to talk to.

Now...

There's one thing to remember
here, miss angel,

is that this place don't
quite like the army much.

They make a lot of coin
off them soldiers.

Interesting sight, seeing some
of these boys in blue

wandering around with the
likes of men you see here.

Were it anywhere else, would be
at the other end of a rope.

But they can't touch them
here in the junction.

You mean this place
is considered

a safe haven for criminals,
Mr. Foliet?

Well, miss angel,
you catch on quick.

Why hasn't the army raided it?

Listening to captain hensley
back there,

you'd think this place
would be in ashes.

The army needs this
place just as much

as everyone else does.

It's an interesting arrangement.

Which is why anywhere else
outside this place is dangerous.

Army's been putting
bounties out.

Attracting folk
from all over the country.

They show up
looking to shoot the man

whose face is printed
on that piece of paper.

And the others?

Ha! They're looking to shoot
the new faces that show up,

'cause they figure they're
only here for one reason.

Those bounties.

Sounds like a very
violent type of life.

Yup, yup.

No truer statement's
ever been made, ma'am.

Right over there,
that's your lodging.

Go on in and talk to vern.

He's got a room arranged
for your stay.

I suggest you get your
essentials in the morning,

seeing it's getting to
be dark now and, uh, well,

this town can get
a bit rowdy at night.

You be real careful now,
miss angel.

I'd hate to see
anything happen to you.

Oh, no.

All right.

Thank you.

Good night, ma'am.

- Good night.
- Night.

That's it now. Who do you want?

What you got in there?
You got going...

Jericho Ford.

I don't think we'd had the
pleasure of meeting, good sir.

All right, gentlemen.

Looks like we're
in time for a tussle.

Who's taking bets?

We got gorn and Jericho.
Who's got what? What do you got?

Oh, more to Jericho.

Who do you want? You got gorn?

Right.

Speak up, kid.
I think you're going for gorn.

I believe you want gorn.

You, sir, are an idiot
going for Jericho.

You want gorn or Jericho?

We got one for gorn and Jericho.

How about you pour me
a little shot there, baby?

One for Jericho.
That's a bad bet, son.

What do you got?

All right. All right, gentlemen.
Good luck.

You know I'm good for it.

What are you looking at me for?

Darn.

Come on, Jericho.

I've heard a lot about you.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

Come on now, gorn!

Come on, Jericho.

All hot air.

No brass balls.

Come on, Jericho!
Get him! Come on!

Take him down! That's it!

Come on!

Not a bad little fight.

Looks like we got
ourselves a round two!

Thanks for that.

Well, that could've been
a bit more graceful.

Graceful? I'm trying not to get
my head knocked off in there.

You know, big things
fall hard, Jericho.

Didn't you were in
for dinner and a show.

All right.

All right, here we go.

Round two.

Let's go!

That's what I'm talking about.

Finish him off!
Get in there, gorn!

Oh!

Whoo!

Get up there! Come on, get up!

Ain't no one ring the bell yet?

Come on!

Use your head!

Come on!

What are you doing?

Ante's on you, Jericho!

Oh!

He's on the ground!

Finish him off!

Don't let him get up! Come on!

Oh!

I felt that.

Well...

That is, as they say, that.

You gonna be at the longfellow?

I'll see you.

All right, good.

You best be careful
around here, lady.

You might make a man
awful nervous,

following him around
like you're doing.

She ain't following you, Ford.

Don't flatter yourself.

She got better taste
in men than that.

I do.

I mean, I don't...

I mean, I wasn't...

Wait, let me get
my words about me.

I wasn't following you.

I just heard
the commotion outside.

Hey. How'd we do?

Good, boss.
Better than most nights.

Yeah?

And it's all here?

No skimming.

- Mm.
- No, sir.

Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to find us a couple
of bruisers for next week.

- All right? Keep it coming.
- Yes, sir.

And here, put this in the till.

Yes, sir.

No skimming.

You did good, Ford.

I ought to give
you more free booze.

Now, don't let
Jericho here fool you.

He's just spent a little
too much time in the sand

with the snakes,

and he's forgotten how to treat
a respectable woman.

- Says who?
- Says me.

Now, um...

You.

I don't seem
to remember you around,

and I know pretty much
every face in town.

Yours is not a face I'd forget.

My name's Annabelle angel, sir.

Ah. The reporter lady.

That's correct.

Mm-hm. Yeah,
ebb told me about you.

Said, uh...

he says some fair-haired
light-skinned woman

might come in here with a set
of legs and ask for stories.

Is that what you're doing?
Looking for stories?

What can I get you?

You want some water
or tea or milk?

Whiskey.

Whiskey it is.

Forgive me if I am mistaken,

but you're who this
establishment belongs?

Well, that's an interesting way
to put it, but...

I am who this
establishment belongs.

Yes, ma'am.

The name's Albert longfellow.

This is indeed my spot,
and you can call me al.

Please, Mr. Longfellow,
join me for another.

Certainly. Yes, ma'am.

So how long you been here?

Oh, since the beginning.

Since the beginning.

The beginning of time.

Since Eve gave Adam the apple.

You know, it wasn't long after
that that the army moved in,

and then they started poking
their nose around these parts.

You're a reporter lady.

You might maybe look into that.

Cheers.

Well, what are we cheersin'?

To you being my first
friend in this place.

So...

Annabelle angel.

Is that a pseudonym?

No.

So, what kind of paper
would bring you around here,

check out us forgotten souls

here in the most desolate part

of the new
United States of America?

- San Francisco examiner.
- Oh.

George hearst's publication?

You know your press.

They sent a lady reporter?

They actually weren't
going to send anybody.

I volunteered.

Ah.

That's the fifth hand
in a row, pike.

Ain't nobody that goddamn lucky.

No need for all
the commotion, boys.

Everybody here, just let's
have an honest game

and a nice stiff drink.

I'm sure al would appreciate it
if you took this outside

before it escalates any further.

Fewer words, buck.

What are you implying?

I'm calling you a two-bit
hack of a gambler

who cheats at cards.

Now, then...

What do you suggest we do?

I assume you have
some sort of plan,

being that you're
calling me a cheat.

Or am I wrong,

and you are just a man
with loose lips

who cannot hold their liquor?

You are really a scurvy bastard,
ain't you, pike?

What kind of a name
is Oslo pike anyway?

Jesus. Al!

I don't believe this is
any of your concern, woman.

Hey!

Y'all know the rules, boys.

That sign ain't up
there for decoration.

Well, would you
like me to walk him

all the way to the river
before I shoot him there?

Would that make it so your night

is no more interrupted,
Christine?

You ain't shooting nobody.

"Dost thou seal our souls
to heaven or hell?"

Asked the reaper.

"To hell," responds god.

And hell was filled with
a thousand screaming voices.

You're quite the poet.

I think you've done
enough here tonight.

You can just take
your money and go.

Now, you saw that.
They drew first.

I'd consider that justified.

Wouldn't you, al?

For the mess.

Hello, Ford.

Heard you were
scrapping outside.

How'd that turn out for you?

Well, I'm still here, ain't I?

No bite marks or bullet holes.

Yeah. Yet.

Well, uh...

What are you carrying there?

Oh, I got $5 says I could put
all six rounds in you

before you can even pull that
out of your holster.

Want to make a wager?

Gee, that sounds like
an awfully good time, but, uh,

I'm gonna have to decline
your generous offer.

Too much of a yellow belly, huh?

Ha.

You know, I'd call it...

Smart, tired and drunk.

And I can only assume that you'd
want me at my best, pike.

Or would I be mistaken?

All right.

You've had your pound
of flesh for the night, Oslo.

And my hospitality for you
has run out for the night,

so why don't you go
slither away?

You're the boss, al.

Be seeing you, Ford.

Sometimes you need two shotguns.

Well, well, well.
What we got here, boy?

Good morning.

And good morning to you too.

What's a pretty little
thing like you

doing all the way out here
by yourself, miss...?

Angel.

Annabelle angel.

I was just taking
a walk, is all.

Trying to find
the river, actually.

Is that so? Angel?

That's a last name, ain't it?

Well, the riverbed's
just over yonder there.

Kind of dry this
time of season, though.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I'll be on my way.

What's you in such a hurry for?

I'm writing this story
for the newspaper.

Story?

On how well the army's doing
to keep this place safe.

We are doing a good job,
ain't we, boys?

- We are.
- For sure.

You know, it's nice to be
rewarded every once in a while.

You know, for providing
our services.

Wouldn't you agree?

I'm sure you could find
plenty of reward

in this place you call a town.

Gets a little boring,
seeing the same faces

over and over and over again.

You know, I asked
the good lord...

I did, I asked him.

If he would send me a real
little angel, just like you.

Fair to say you think my prayers
have been answered?

Come on over here, darling.

It's all right, darling.

Lower that damn gun and we'll be
gentle with you now.

Get back! Get back!

Get back, I said.

Look at you.

By the looks of it,
you trembling with that gun.

You ain't never shot a gun
a day in your life.

Ain't that right?

Oh, Jesus!
She shot me in the ear!

Does anybody else not want
to listen to a lady?

Whichever way this ends,
you die today.

Are you boys lost?

Can't you tell you interrupting
something here, mister?

Mr. Ford, thank god.

Stay back.

Drop the gun.

I'm gonna take the girl
and we're gonna be on our way.

Go on, keep moving.

I got a tickle telling me

I'm gonna smoke
your friend here.

And I'm gonna take
your ear with me.

Look, there's no need
for violence here.

Let the lady go and we'll all
be the better for it.

You ain't in no position
to be giving me orders.

It wasn't an order.
It was a suggestion.

Well, what's the damn
difference, then?

Well, if it was an order,
it would sound like this.

Let the girl go and you can walk
out of here alive.

You're him.

He's on the captain's wall.

Well, then what the hell
are y'all waiting for?

Stay there. Stay there.

Stay back, goddamn it.

I'll cut her from one ear
to the other.

I swear, I will.

Then I'm gonna ask you again.

Please, let the nice woman go.

If I let her go,

you're gonna kill me.

And if you's really
on the captain's wall,

that makes you a murderer,
you no-good...

Mr. Ford.

Oh, the wanderer awakes.

You are safe here.
No harm will come to you.

Good thing we came along
when we did.

The white soldiers care not
for anything here.

You were the one
firing at the soldiers.

Thank you.

Thanks are no good here.

Anybody who values life
and has compassion

would've done the same thing.

I'm not sure I believe that.

Why does a white woman walk
alone in a place such as this?

Well, I was looking
for the river.

The river runs dry.

So I was told.

Where is Mr. Ford?

He's outside indulging himself
in some fire water.

Morning.

What the hell
are you still doing here?

Thought you'd be on your way
back to the junction by now.

This ain't no place
for you out here, lady.

Well, I do want
to say thank you.

What?

You both live here?

Yes, this white buffalo
and I share company together

when he's not living
in the bottom of a bottle.

Who are you calling
a white buffalo?

Well, now that
you've met wasco here

and he's seen you to wake,
you can be on your way now.

Leave us to our rather
simple life.

Hosting company
is not a strength of yours.

Well, I like my peace and quiet.

Mr. Ford, if it's okay,

I'd love to ask you
a few questions.

For what?

Oh, that fancy article
you're writing, huh?

The one where you paint us out
to be all murderous thieves

living in caves,
slaughtering women and children?

That's a lot of assumptions
as to what I might write.

I've seen quite the opposite,
have I not?

He will answer questions.

I swear,
if we weren't friends...

Then you'd have been dead
a long time ago.

Come, sit by the fire.

Warm we must keep,
for the snow will be here soon.

Fire, fire, fire.
Fire makes the world go around.

White man made fire, you know.

He did not.

Captain?

What is it?

We, uh...

Spit it out.

What happened, private?

We was ambushed, sir.

Ambushed?

Ambushed by who?

Speak, son, and be detailed.

We was escorting that reporter
lady through the junction,

down by the barn...

And a man jumped us.

And how many of you were there?

Three, sir.

So one man took on three
military-trained individuals

and came out the Victor?

No, sir.

I'm certain that he had help.

Rifle fire came
from somewhere else.

So two men did this, then?

That'd be my guess, sir.

Well, what about the girl?

They, uh...

They absconded with her, sir.

Stay away from
big words, private.

They don't agree with you.

Did you get a look at these men?

One.

I got a real good
up-close look at one, sir.

And what did he look like?

It was him.

This man?

Muster an escort for me.
I'm going to apache junction.

- Sir.
- What is it?

He killed your boy, sir.

John's dead?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Boy never was too bright anyway.

Go on.

But he was a soldier.

And justice will roll
like a river,

righteousness like
a never-ending stream.

How'd you both find this place?
How'd you come to meet?

One question at a time, lady.

I was born here,
me and my people.

And where are they now?

I came out from the plains.

Drove cattle out there
for a while until the war hit.

And then?

You're just a mighty bit nosy,
ain't you?

That's my job.

Well, I'd be looking for
a more respectable occupation,

if you ask me.

Says the outlaw.

Who said I'm a wanted man?

Alas, what would
a respectable occupation be

for me anyways, Mr. Ford?

Gander a guess
that you come here

because you've done
something awful bad.

Unlike your compatriot wasco,
who was born in this land,

you had to migrate here.

And from my understanding,

the men that learned
to call this place home are...

Murderers and thieves.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Like I said, lady,

you is nosy,
and exactly why no one

respects a person
of your occupation.

Jericho came out west

because he did not want
to fight the great war.

So you left before it started?

Well, it didn't make sense

to go fighting
other people's battles.

The white man's drink
does funny things to the mind.

All right, that's enough.

No, it's important
that she knows

how this relationship
was forged.

Jericho took a bad fall
hunting one day.

Me and my people took him in,
saw that he was healed.

The army offered a reward

for any Indian brought in,
dead or alive.

You know, I know I got a bottle
around here somewhere.

Army men arrived one day.
Began to do what they do best.

I know I have a
bottle around here somewhere.

Murder.

Jericho decided
to respond back with lead.

And that was
the end of the story.

These lands
have seen enough bloodshed

to last a lifetime,
miss Annabelle.

It's never in our
best interest to spill more.

We all have a history
that brought us here.

But like my people before,

we've all been written
to be the devil

in a land that's
not theirs to give.

Well...

Would appear to be quite
the party, then.

Mary what the hell are you doing
out here all by yourself?

I am a grown woman.
I think I can handle myself.

Oh, yeah, that's what this one
thought earlier today,

till hensley's troops tried
to raise her skirt.

Are you okay, darling?

They didn't hurt you, did they?

No, they didn't...

Thanks to Mr. Ford
and Mr. Wasco here.

What happened?

Well, I might've had
to shoot one of them.

Three.

Three?

Yeah, that does sound
more accurate.

Those military boys
will be up in arms, Jericho.

You know it as well as anyone.

I'm afraid we haven't
had the chance to meet yet.

Yeah, this here
is the newspaper lady.

Annabelle angel.

Mary...

Primm.

I brought some
fresh vegetables...

And something to drink.

Yes.

Mwah! Sweet Jesus.

Good.

What about you, Annabelle?

- What you like?
- Some bread, please.

- I got you covered.
- Thank you.

It's horrible, you know?

All those women and children,
just defenseless.

Slaughtered in
the middle of the night.

No badge could help that.

They'd have needed
their own army.

I guess you can't change
the past, now can you?

Evening, al.

Captain.

What the hell did we do for him
to grace us with his presence?

Should I fetch the scattergun,
miss Williams?

No, al's got it behind the bar.
Just go about your business.

Place looks good.
Business looks better.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Is that any way
to greet an old friend?

We got rules.

You're breaking them.

Oh, yeah.

We don't come looking for wanted
men here at the junction,

and our outpost continues
to receive goods and services.

An honorable agreement.

Yet, beyond counterproductive
to my work, al.

It's kept you fed.

Kept you clothed.

You hear to balk
at that agreement?

Miss Williams,
the mouth that never closes.

Don't you have a brothel to run?

You don't have a dog
in this fight.

Well, it's worked so far,

so I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

What are you doing here?

Well, it appears...

And, of course,
I'm just guessing here.

That one of your customers

dispatched some of
my soldiers this morning.

Well, that's unfortunate.

However, it did not happen
within the confines of my walls,

so it doesn't make it
my problem, does it?

So I'm guessing
it's out of the question

to ask you if
you've seen this man.

Out of the question.

- Out of the question.
- Christine...

Let me to my business.

Al, if I wanted to,
I could gather all the men

at my disposal and march them in
this shitty little town of yours

and burn it to the ground.

Meat and grain and women,

all those things
are replaceable.

So all these many years
that I've let you

keep these walls standing

and keep me from the one step

that I need to make
to completely

obliterate the lawlessness
in this territory,

I'm asking you to do
one thing for me now.

You tell me the next time
you see this man.

And for the rest of you...

I know there's many men in here

that I'd love to show the noose

and see them ride the pine
straight to the devil.

But I lost soldiers today,

and an innocent civilian
in the form of that reporter

from San Francisco
got kidnapped.

So I'm offering a bonus
of up to $200

for the man or men
that bring me Jericho Ford.

I want him dead or alive.

Dead would be preferable.

What about that girl
you were talking about?

Extra $50 if you find her.

If not, I'll consider
her a casualty of war.

It's been fun, al.

I know I'll be hearing
from you very soon.

Let's go.

No way Ford done
what he said, al.

He's not that kind of man.
You know it, I know it.

Yeah? Are you sure
about that, Christine?

With all the trash and hooligans
running around this town?

I know a good man
when I see him.

You certainly do.

I'll tell what's more
important than innocence.

Survival.

- Hmm.
- The way I look at it,

we got a lot more outlaws than
army boys around these parts.

So if you're starting to think

that you might want
to turn Ford in, well...

You don't think these hooligans
might start thinking

the honorable al longfellow
might do the same thing to them

if the opportunity
presented itself?

If it was me, I'd start
sleeping with one eye open

and my hand clutched
around my pistol,

if I was gonna
head down that road.

You're a smart woman.

Hmm. That I am.

Thank you.

It's different, right?

What's that?

It's different from what you
thought you'd find here?

I wasn't exactly sure
what to expect.

Society has this place pegged as

a ruthless land
full of criminals.

And captain hensley and his
agenda clearing out the rabble

to make way for
a proper civilization.

At least, I am assuming
that is how the rest

of our newfound United States

views our little corner
of the world

that we've carved out
for ourselves.

They never had a chance
to think any different.

You can be that chance.

There are people here that are
just trying to live their lives.

They like having
a small piece of earth

where they aren't
judged every day.

We all may be misfits,

but it helps it go
down a bit smoother,

you know, when society
ain't inflicting its view

of law and order upon us.

What about the ones
that actually have done

the unspeakable in their past?

How does one justify
the continued freedom

to the loved ones who have
had someone or something

taken from them?

Honey...

I have learned that bad people
get what they deserve

in some form or another.

Whether that be now
or ten years from now,

lord and the devil alike
see that justice be done.

You can't let bad people
go unpunished.

There has to be some sort
of law and order, Mary.

Yeah, I suppose there does.

Don't let the view fool you.

This place has
its disadvantages.

Like what, exactly?

Look at me, Annabelle.

I'm a whore.

As long as I stay here,
I'll always be a whore.

But that's your decision,
is it not?

There's nothing else here.
Not for women.

I'm not sure I believe
that to be true.

You've seen it.

The looks you get.

No one can believe
someone like you is here.

They haven't seen a woman
with freedom of expression.

You could leave.

Not without him.

You love him?

I think I do.

I'm gonna put that in my story.

- What's that?
- That this place isn't lost.

That there's warmth here.

Kindness and love exist.

Have you told him yet?

No.

Why not?

A man like Jericho Ford
doesn't want to spend

the rest of his life
with a whore.

Well, my observations tell
quite a different story, Mary.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Don't burn the camp down
while I'm away.

Stay away from the drink,
my friend.

It's okay. You're okay.

You're okay.

Goodbye, Mary.

Oh, I'm sure I'll be seeing
you soon enough, Annabelle.

I'm gonna walk miss primm
back to her residence.

If you like, you're welcome
to follow me back when I leave.

What?

Wasco likes the company, is all.

She's educated.
He likes that sort of thing.

Gives him someone to talk to.

I would love to, Mr. Ford.

I'll just grab a couple things
from my room?

Yeah, take your time.

I got to go to al's
and get me a bottle or two.

Go to the store.
Wasco needs spices.

Since when did you get a heart?

Woman, I've always had one.

It's been sitting right here,
beating away each and every day.

Is that so?

That's a fact.

You're a good man, Jericho Ford.

I'm a lucky girl to have
someone like you in my life.

No, you ain't, Mary. I...

I should be doing a hell
of a lot better by you, Mary.

Someday.

Someday, we'll leave this place.

We'll leave this place,

and all the baggage
that comes with it.

I guess we all got to stop
running sometime, right?

The blood-soaked
lawless sands of Arizona

are not what they would appear.

I have found the
beginnings of friendship

in a few of the residents here.

Upper-class society will
condemn them as criminals,

traitors, savages, even.

But I have now witnessed
the blossoming buds

of love and hope
in a place that before,

I never would've
thought possible.

This place still has many faces
that it has not yet shown,

but if the hospitality
I have received so far

is any indication of
this place and its people,

it is not what the modern world
would have everyone believe.

The only real monsters
I have encountered

were the ones that were put
here to protect people like me.

Irony weaves a winding road.

It's a little empty
in here, ain't it?

We closed today.

Five years I've been
coming to this joint,

and I never seen you close.

The captain came
and paid us a visit.

He said you shot
some of his boys...

And you kidnapped
that reporter lady.

Yeah, those boys
were gonna rape her.

But she's here right now
in her hotel room.

By her own free will.

If I don't do something,

they're gonna burn it
all down, Ford.

I known you a long time, friend.

And I said to myself,

"no, I don't think Jericho
kidnapped no woman."

But I had to give him something,
you understand?

Not really, al.

I had to break
my own rules, Jericho.

That's the best
I can do for you, Ford.

You have to shoot your own way
out of this one. Go on.

Give 'em hell, Ford.

For all of us.

Sorry.

Come on.

All right, I think we lost them.

We got to get back to wasco.

Mr. Ford?

We'll go out the back.

I think I've been shot.

No.

Okay. It's okay, Annabelle.

We just need to get you
back to camp, all right?

Wasco's gonna fix you up.
He's gonna fix you up.

It's okay, it's okay.

Hello, Mary.

Wasco! Wasco!

Wasco!

Wasco!

- What happened?
- They were waiting for me.

- Who?
- The soldiers. Higgins' boys.

They attacked you
while you were in camp?

That's not part
of the agreement.

There's no more agreements.

The bullet went through.

We'll need some clean water,
some cotton,

either from your shirt
or from your pillow.

I do not care which.

Well, is she gonna be okay?
Is she gonna live?

As long as you move quickly,
we can save her life.

You'll be okay, my dear.
I promise you.

Sir?

This man claims to have
information about Jericho Ford.

Information, huh?

Oh, I never claimed
to have the information.

What good are you to me?

She is the one
with the information.

I say again, what good
are you to me, then?

I am the hilt in which the hand
holds to do its bidding, sir.

I don't have time for riddles.

Speak plainly.

I just watched Jericho
fend off an infamous gang

known as the
Higgins boys, now...

I am confident
that I am the only one

who can kill Jericho Ford.

Otherwise, you can keep sending
your men to do the job,

but your bill to the undertaker?

Well, that's gonna keep
getting more expensive

as the days wane on.

The men out there
are speaking as if this

Ford cannot be killed.

But I say,

"if a man can bleed,
he can surely die."

You.

Who are you in all of this?

I'm no one.

Well, clearly you're
somebody of importance

in this situation.

If I may.

I do believe I can extract
the information out of her,

given my methods.

Who are you?

Won't matter somewhere.

The name's Oslo pike.

And what do you want
out of all this?

The money?

No.

Two things and two things only.

First, I want my name
free and clear.

I believe you can do that
with a simple letter

over to a Mr. Wells in Nebraska,

explaining how my
services were exemplary

in the catching and killing

of a notorious criminal
in these parts.

And the second thing?

I want the honor
of killing Jericho Ford.

How do you plan on doing that?

I am faster than he is.

You make this sound like
a dime novel, Mr. Pike.

Oh, there have been plenty
of them written about me, sir.

Oslo pike.

Bellevue, Nebraska.

And you don't want
any of the money?

Fame and fear will
buy you the world, captain.

I have tasted both,

and clearly the
killing of Mr. Ford

is surely gonna
bring me more, therefore,

I do not require
your physical currency.

You're an interesting
character, Mr. Pike.

Do we have a deal?

Yes.

Now...

Have you ever seen
an eyeball pop?

It is a most interesting sight.

You see...

When a sharp object
punctures it,

it just deflates like a balloon.

Some say that there is no pain.

You see, but the fear
is not losing the eyes.

It's more complex.

When you're plunged
into complete darkness...

There's no telling
where the blade might cut next.

Hmm.

They say a person can
withstand a thousand cuts.

Surely that would be painful.

Close your eyes.

Uh-huh. Close them.

Go on. Close them.

I said close them!

Now I'm gonna give you
one chance to tell me

where Jericho's camp is,
and if you do not,

not only will I take your eyes

and shroud you
into eternal darkness,

but I will make sure
you are so disfigured

that even dogs will walk away
at the very sight of you.

Open your eyes.

You look at me.

Where is he?

She will live.

I've seen that look in
your eye many times before.

Jericho.

Jericho, where are you going?

Jericho, where are you going?

- What do you think?
- To kill someone?

Is it so obvious?

That will solve nothing.

I don't need any
of your preaching today.

Just let me get it done.

You know, you start
coming into these odd

sort of bivouac

shantytowns.

Sometimes you want a break.

I was gonna take a vacation.

Take some days off for myself.

I got a kid at home.

Shelby.

A man's still
gotta make a living,

and I am just well within
my lawful rights

to pursue the type of
living that I'm doing.

Pour that drink, Jose.

You know, you took the lives...

Of a few folk who were
quite dear to me.

Turn around.

I don't like to shoot
a man in the back.

Well, I wouldn't give you
the satisfaction.

Be a shame to waste it.

This seems familiar.

Is it bad?

You'll live to
fight another day.

Where's Mr. Ford?

Returning soon.
Try to get some rest.

Where are you, boy?
Come home now. Come home.

Ford.

Where is he?

I do not know.

Suppose you don't have any idea
when he'll be back, then?

Do you?

You know, I've killed
a lot of people before.

But I've never killed
no injun before.

It's no more pleasurable
than taking any life.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

You see, I think your death

is gonna contribute
greatly to my cause.

Evil men live only long enough
to see their end.

Well, I guess we must
all die sometime.

You tell Ford to meet me
at the thoroughfare.

Wasco.

Annabelle.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It ain't your fault.

It ain't your fault.

I should've been here.

I should've been here.

It was that man.

Pike.

Jericho?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna see
if the devil can bleed.

You take up refuge near al's.

Now, once Mary's free,

you two stay by each other's
sides, all right?

You know how to use one?

Okay, then.

Off you go.

Good to see you, Ford.

I'm very glad you could join us.

You see, Mary here...

She was getting a bit lonely.

And I thought I was eventually

gonna have to put her
out of her misery.

Glad you showed up when you did.

I see you brought you own
personal autobiographer.

You talk too much.

Been accused of that, yes.

Let her go, pike.

Go on, Mary.

Go give one last goodbye
to your love.

Are you okay?

Annabelle's over there.
You go join her.

Anything happens,

you both take
the horses and get.

I love you, Jericho Ford.

Go on now.

I've been waiting
a long time for this.

It's often hard you find someone

you think is worthy
of something like this.

Goes back hundreds
of years, you know.

Dueling, that is.

Oh, I'm familiar
with my history.

What do you propose?

Simple, really.

Each round, we draw.

Each round, we get one shot.

First man to fall is the loser.

Perfect.

He'll win.

He has to win.

Nothing is certain
in this life, honey.

All we can do is pray
that Jericho's faster.

Ah!

That's for my friend.

It was exactly
like I had read about.

A showdown between two men
to see who was the fastest.

But as most would seek fame,

I found one who was seeking
salvation and love.

A different type of gunslinger
than one would think.

A different kind
of an outlaw altogether.

Goodbye, my old friend.

Just any
other place in the world,

loss was a factor of life here.

A consequence of
violence by violent men.

But still, life goes on.

And like Mary primm
once told me,

"bad people do get
what they deserve."

What is it?

Leave me.

Some men aren't
made for the wild,

and those that believe
that they can tame it

might lose more than
they can ever possibly gain.

Hello, miss angel.

Do you know who I am?

Yes, Mr. Hearst.

Splendid.

Quite the extraordinary story.

But then, you're quite
the extraordinary journalist,

aren't you?

Can you give me more of that?

I can certainly try, sir.

What this country needs
is more stories like that.

Stories that our children's
children can recite

and remember for years to come.

Someday, outlaws such as this

will be remembered as heroes.

They may even become something
of myth and legend.

And it will be up
to people like you

to catalog and chronicle
and express their stories,

regardless of public opinion.

For that is true
journalism, my dear.

The west is wild.

And her name is freedom.