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- Hello, sun.

I ain't never thought
I had much to lose.

But now they done separated
me from my brothers.

Though I know we shall reunite
once we leave this earth.

My last time getting
to see you rise.

My last morning on
your green earth.

Things look a whole
lot more beautiful

when you know it's the last
time that you gonna see 'em.

- No dancin' to your
heathen music, Rufus Buck!

And no praying to
your animal gods.

No speakin' in no savage
tongues of yours either.

We will kill the Indian
in you, Rufus Buck,

to save the man.

- Hey there, feller.

Heard you're a grave digger.

Said you buried a
few famous people.

Buy you a drink?

- Cognac!

Top shelf.

Higher.

Top shelf, Bob.

Ah.

- Call you Digger?

- Digging graves is what I do.

I'd like to think it doesn't
define me, but it does.

- Let's talk about the
frontier coming to an end.

Especially for men
like you and me.

You've been out there.

What have you seen?

- Seen too many
reckless youngsters

end up with the
bullets in their skull.

But as far as the
Wild West being over,

it ended in my mind,
July 1st, 1896.

- And what happened then?

- Last outlaw gang was hanged,
down the Fort Smith way.

I was there to do dirty
work at an unmarked grave.

- And what was
so special about this gang

that they ended the Wild
West all by they selves?

Easy there, this is liquid gold.

- You wantin' to hear the
end of the story or not?

They call themselves
the Rufus Buck Gang.

Teenage boys.

Half Black, half Indian.

Came together at the
hanging of Cherokee Bill.

Down Fort Smith way,
in March '96.

Had plans for an uprising,

or a vengeance over the
whites who stole their land.

Some say they were
haunted by wild spirits,

ghosts of fallen
Indians and slaves.

Others that they were
senseless killers,

just too young to know better.

Took down Sheriff John Garrett.

But their reign of terror began
with the old Palmer family.

- Let's go say bye
to Paul and Tommy.

- I'm ready to go, Dad.

- Oh Tommy, hold your pants on.

I'm almost done.

- Well, why don't you come over
here and give us a big hug!

- Tommy!

- We made enough
food for two days.

Three, in case you need it.

I mean, if you get held up.

- Thank you.

- There's some jerky in
there too you can chew on,

if you get in a pinch.

Tommy.

- Oh, I love you.
- I love you.

- You're all grown up now.
- Oh.

- You and Pa gotta watch
out for each other.

- Ma, you're being silly.

Fort Smith is only 20 miles
away, we'll be there tonight.

Get supplies in the morning,
then we'll head straight home.

Just leave a porch
lantern burning for us.

- As soon as we hear buckboard
comin', we'll put coffee on.

Grandma?

- That's right.

And we'll bake a
chocolate cake tomorrow.

- I wanna go with you, Daddy.

Please?

I ain't been to town
since last March.

- I know.

Next time, all right?

- Please.

- You gotta stay here.

You gotta help Mama and
Granny with all the cannin'.

All right?

I'll bring you back
something special.

- I hate cannin'.

- I'm gonna have everything
under control where you're gone.

You know, the tribes
has been quiet as mice

especially since Judge Parker

started hanging a bunch of 'em.

- All right, Tommy, come on.

We got a schedule to keep.

- Godspeed.

Give your parents our love.

- Bye, Daddy. I love you.
- I love you too.

- I'll do a good job
with the cannin'.

- All right.

- And maybe for my surprise,

you'll get me that gingham dress

I picked out of that catalog?

- Nope.

- Maybe?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- But I love you!

- I love you too!

- Grandpa said
Judge Parker's right

in hanging them
outlaws in public.

- It's a gruesome practice.

I don't even think
in a civilized world

that that should be indulged in.

- But our preacher says an eye
for an eye is in the Bible.

- Yeah, but eye for an eye,

if both men end up
blind, what good is that?

I think there's a creek
right down over there.

Let's stop it right up here.

Why don't you fill
up the canteen?

- All right.

Pa!

Pa!

You all right?

- I think we got your horse
back for you, Sheriff.

Ain't he hitched to
this here buckboard?

- Color me blind
if he ain't Maoma.

- Well, well.

Looks like we got ourselves
a couple of horse thieves.

- We ain't no horse thieves!

- No, this here horse is mine.

I bought it five years
ago at Fort Smith.

I still have the bill of sale.

- You wouldn't have that
bill of sale up on you?

No, I don't have the bill
of sale on my person,

but the ranchers around here
know that this is my horse.

His name is Casey.

- We ain't the ranchers
from around here, now is we?

And that horse right
there, that's mine.

And his name ain't
no Casey, it's Demon.

And you stole him.

Which is a hanging offense
in these here parts.

If my understand of the
law serves me correct like.

- Listen closely, old fella.

You most wrongly transgressed

when you done pilfered
our good sheriff's mount.

He ain't more than 19.

How you a sheriff?

- He's older than he look!

We his posse.

We've been legally deputized

by the chiefs of the Creek Tribe.

We ain't about to take no
buck from some horse thieves.

- Boys, I say we
have a trial first.

You need a fair trial,
always before a hangin'.

- Sam.

Maoma.

Let's go ahead and tie him up.

- Sir, you're making
a huge mistake.

But this horse is mine, I swear.

- Maoma.

- This horse is mine, I
am not a horse rustler.

- Maoma, get the boy.

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, you can't, you can't.

- You can't tell us
what we can't do.

- Pa!

- But if'n you behave,

I'll go ahead and let
your boy live and go free.

- Pa, no!

- No need to be
getting upset, boy.

You know, when I was in school,

they told me a story about
y'all white folk God,

and how he done killed all
y'all people in a flood

for being so evil and sinful.

Now, you believe in God, boy.

- Sure do. God is good!

- God is good.

Well, why'd he go ahead
and let y'all live again?

To come and take
the Indian land?

Can't you see that
there just might

need to be another flood?

- We didn't do this to
your people, friend.

- Hey!

We are not your friends.

Hey, Lewis.

How many men we done hanged

that claimed that
they was innocent,

if we would listen to
them, which we did not.

- Damn straight, Lucky.

We saw right through
their dirty lies.

- I beg you, please.

Please don't do this.

- Okay now.

We ain't gonna be needing
no more testimony.

Justice shall now be served.

- Aye.

- Okay, y'all boys go
ahead and be the jury,

I'll be the judge.

Now, how many of y'all see

that this horse thief
right here is guilty?

- Aye.

- Aye.

- Ayes have it.

Guilty as charged then.

The sentence is
death by hanging.

- Pa!

No!

- Sam.

- Pa!

Pa!

Pa!

Pa, no!

- Hold it right there.

Go ahead and let him have a
little minute with his boy.

- Tommy, come here.
- No, Pa!

- Hey, hey.

You be a good boy, okay?

You take care of your mama.

You don't let her pity on me.

You let her know that I
return to the Lord now, okay?

- Sam.

- Stop it!

Stop!

Pa, please!

No!

No, Pa!

No, Pa!

- Let's trade out these horses,

leave this boy and his wagon.

- You, girl.

Where's your keeper?

You know who I'm talking about.

Peta Nocona.

Keeper of the harem.

You go get him.

- Why are you here?

- Go from here.

- Girl, you better
go get him now.

- How can I help you?

- Sheriff Garrett was
killed recently, Mr. Nocona.

But you already know that.

As a medicine man,

you know everything that
happens in the Creek Nation.

- People tell me things
because they trust me.

I'm about to have my lunch.

Come.

John Garrett was killed
down the road a ways.

Eat.

Drink with me.

I'll have his body
brought to you.

- I assume then you
know who murdered him.

- Know is a strong word.

I suspect it was young
Rufus Buck, and some others.

The Davis Brothers,
Lewis and Lucky.

Perhaps Sam Sampson
and Maoma July.

They all observed a hanging
of Cherokee Bill at Fort Smith.

A little blackbird told
me it kindled a rage

in these young half-breeds.

They felt the need
to kill somebody.

Somebody white, that is.

- Where do you reckon
these five be now?

- Who knows?

But they won't go far.

- Well, why is that?

- Because they are very stupid.

- Well, stupid is the
worst kind of dangerous.

Especially now that they
got a taste for blood.

- But can you blame them?

- For murder?

It would only be fair.

- Well, what about
you Mr. Maledon?

- I don't blame 'em, I hang 'em.

As the law dictates.

- The white man's
law dictated that

generations of
Indian men and women

were slaughtered
on their own lands.

Not to mention
the African people

were brought here in chains.

This law you speak of, it
is a fickle judge indeed,

of what you claim is fair.

- Hm.

- Hey, you have a spittoon?

Thank you.

- That's a filthy habit, sir.

- Hm.

Well, you got a lot of these
young squaws running around

for your pleasure.

Is that a filthy habit or
is that a predilection?

I get those two
mixed up, George.

- I look after my people
as family, Mr. Heck Thomas.

- Hm.

- Mr. Nocona, you gave us
the names of the killers.

For that, we are grateful.

- Those Indian
school missionaries.

Thought they were
doing their god's work,

by driving the heathen
demons out of us savages.

Whatever happened to
Rufus Buck and his gang,

they were turned that
way by the whites.

I call it death by civilization.

- Hm.

Well, that's a real sad story.

- What's so special
about this Rufus?

- They think he's destined
to be a great leader,

and drive all the white
people from the land.

I can't say I agree
about his future,

but I'm just a
simple medicine man.

- So, you suspect you're
gonna take your turn

walking anytime soon, George?

- Let me ride a little more.

This lumbago is killing me.

- You ain't got
not damn lumbago.

I've seen you prancing
up on them gallows

like you was a damn
cat with a canary.

You ain't got no lumbago.

- Lumbago hurts all the time.

I just don't let
the people see it.

- Oh, so it's your pride
that makes you ride, huh?

- No.

Just appearance and style.

That's what you gotta have.

You don't have that,

you're nothing but
skin and bones.

Besides, I got this
writer, Crosby,

he's gonna do a piece
on me for a dime novel.

- What are you gonna be,
the next Buffalo Bill Cody?

- Nope.

Just a simple hangman.

With a legend to tend to.

- Now George, how in the hell

did you become such a
celebrity for hangin' people.

- I'm not just a hangman.

I'm a deputy marshal,
just like you.

And I've dealt with my
share of hard cases.

Not as many as you though,
but a half dozen or so.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, Georgie. Look.

- Boy.

What you doin' out here?

- It's all right, son.

We're federal marshals out of
Fort Smith, from Judge Parker.

- Man who killed my
father had a badge too.

Said my father
was a horse thief.

- That your daddy
in the back, son?

- Yes, sir.

Man with the badge let me
take him home to bury him.

- You mean that did
this to your daddy?

- Sheriff and four men.

Said they was his deputies.

And they was all young, some
of them was half-breeds.

- Let's take him with us.

- All right, Tommy.

I want you to stay
here son, all right?

- Yes, sir.
- You tend the horses.

Let's go, George.

- Where's Jolene?

- God damn it, George,
get that boy outta here!

- Somewhere in the house.

- He don't need to see
this, get him out of here!

- Jolene!

She could still be in there!

- We all die.

It was their turn.

Relax.

Relax.

- Heck Thomas was as
tough as old boot.

Turned many a soul like
Maoma over to types like me,

though none would
imagine little old Jolene

would do the honors
with a pitchfork.

- Hey there, cousin.

If it isn't Charles Buck himself.

How's the fishing?

Catch us any supper?

- Haven't caught nothing.

One bite and I lost it.

How is you, Rufus?

- Oh, I'm better than ever.

And yourself?

- Disgusted.

My ma and pa want
me to keep going

to that there Indian school.

They won't let me drop out.

- Indian school.

What they trying to teach
you all up in there huh?

How to be more
like the paleface?

Tell you that our
ways of life is over?

I don't feed into their
poison not one bit.

We even started robbing
'em, killing 'em.

We gonna scare
'em off this land.

And we gonna take they women
too, just like they took ours.

We wild and free.

- Wild and free, huh?

Who is we, Rufus?

- Oh, you know 'em.

Sam, Lucky, Lewis.

- What about Maoma?

- Little white girl
done killed 'em.

While we was kidnapping him.

So we goin' ahead and sell
off to that medicine man

in the Creek Nation.

But on the way to Creek Nation,

we's going pull us
off one big ol' job.

Have all the white folks
around here scared of us.

- You reckon I could
take Maoma's place?

- Just what I was thinking.

Seeing all that blood up
on you, Maoma's blood,

make me wanna kill you myself.

For my dearly departed brother.

- All right.

So what's the play here, boss?

We gonna take what we want?

- Damn straight, Lucky.

- Hey!

Hey, Bart!

Get out here!

- What in the hell is
the matter with you?

Shouting at me like that,
I spilled my whiskey.

- Get down and lick it up then.

- Bart, you got plenty much
more where that came from,

now ain't that right, Bart?

- I...

Yeah, I...

I'm gonna head back to the hole

and get you guys
some fire water.

- Don't you call it no
fire water, God damn it.

That's what you call it
when you water it down

and give it to us Indians.

Get 'em drunk, fleece 'em.

- You know, I spent some
time with your late father.

I always gave him
whiskey for free, Rufus.

And you remember
that, don't you, son?

- Oh, sure, sure, sure.

I remember.

I remember used to water it down

and charge us triple
the price for a bottle.

Same bottle that paleface
ain't even wanna touch.

Right?

Same paleface used to give us
trinkets, stole all our land?

You remember?

- We fixin' to drive
all the palefaces out.

- There's too many
of us nowadays.

It's 1895.

You can't drive a
white man out with

butchering and scalping
and everything like that,

left and right.

We should learn to get along.

I mean, the white man
and the the red man,

and even the Black man.

- Shut up, old man.

Fetch us that whiskey.

Don't be stingey now,
grab one for each of us.

- I don't mind.

I just,

I hide the good
stuff back there,

so I'll be right back, boys.

Just hang there.

- What you doin' there, Bart?

Whew!

Whooo, hey, Rufus.

- Hey.

- I mean...

We can tell all these
whiskey and these rifle

for a lot of cash, Rufus.

- Damn right, Lucky.

We gonna get stinkin' drunk
and have us a hell of a party.

Go ahead and dedicate this

for our dearly departed
brother, Maoma.

He died for our cause.

- If I had to choose a man

to bring the rest
of them hellions in,

it would be Heck Thomas.

How many you fight?

- Law ain't my trade.

- Well, the law is the trade.

Of men the likes of
old Judge Parker,

and his public
executioner, George Maledon

- They're the most diabolical
bastards in the territory.

I relish the thought
of giving them

a dose of their own medicine.

My ropes will stretch.

That's a promise.

- George, you do not hang a man!

I do not hang a man!

The hand of God spreads
all across this country!

The law hangs a man.

The law, George.

And now you tell me that at
least one of these desperadoes

will not have to suffer
the twinges of your twine?

- Heck found them.

He was stuck like a
pig with a pitchfork.

One of the Palmers got
him on the business end.

- And you think that young
daughter could've done that?

- Who knows?

Somebody did it.

But she's gone.

And Heck, he wants to find her

before something worse happens.

- Now this Heck Thomas,
he's a renegade type.

Would you agree with
me on that, George?

- He's frontier justice type.

We need more of 'em.

After we buried the bodies,
I brought the boy back.

And Heck, he's gonna
track 'em at first light.

- A brave man, or a foolish one.

Or maybe a little bit of both.

- He wants to save that girl.

- Do you really think
she's still alive, George?

- I hope so.

But if she's not,
I'll hang 'em twice.

- I's hungry.

- Quit your bellyaching.

Sit patient.

Charlie will be back
soon with some supplies.

- I need a private moment.

I need a private moment!

- Untie the bitch.

Let her go ahead
and do her business.

And then when she's done,

just go ahead and tie her to
that tree over there yonder.

Make sure you tie them
knots nice and tight.

- Look at yourself now, Rufus.

- She won't be going nowhere.

Especially if I
get on top of her.

- Wait along now. Now, now.

I want to go at it first now.

- You boys should get some
more wood for this fire.

You ain't my boss.

- Hey, quit your sassin'.

We's gonna need to operate
as a tight knit unit,

we gonna raise us an army.

And I second what he said.

Get to gettin'.

- Okay, all right, Rufus.

We're goin'.

Don't you fret none.

- You ready for your
private moments?

- You thought you was
gonna get away from us, bitch?

- God will save me!

- Ain't no God
down here with us.

- Traitor.

- He was trying
to send a telegram

so I nailed the no good bastard.

- Oh yeah?

Let 'em send that telegram.

Let 'em spread the word
of the Rufus Buck Gang.

Let 'em know that we
got this reign of terror

all over this town.

We's famous now.

- They'll all be around
soon, shouldn't we ramble?

- Let 'em send they best.

And we gonna take
them fools out too.

And we's gonna take
this back in blood.

- Sam Sixkiller.

My old friend.

- Reckoned you'd show up, Heck.

This man is Corporal
Paden Tolbert.

He heard you were in
Muskogee last night,

asking questions
about Rufus Buck.

- None of 'em talk to strangers,
especially Mugani Lawmen.

- Mugani Lawman.

I'll bite.

What in the hell
is a Mugani Lawman?

- White man, like you.

- Tolbert, correct?

Corporal Tolbert.

Well, you are an
Indian police so,

hopefully this information
might be of interest to you.

Rufus Buck and his gang,

they murdered a Mugani Lawman.

John Garrett.

And after they killed him,

they decided to find
two Mugani ranch women,

and rape and torture 'em.

And when they were
done with 'em,

they slit the throats
like true farm animals.

After that, they found
three Mugani men.

They took one of those men,

and they decided to hang him,

right in front of his
little Mugani son,

just so he could watch him die.

So when you tell me that
the people you talk to

don't want to talk
to a Mugani Lawman,

that don't surprise me.

What surprises me is that
the people you talk to

wanna talk to any
lawman of any color.

Anyways, Sam.

I trailed them boys
for quite a few miles

till the trail went
cold at Durham Creek.

- Reckon you want me to get
up a posse, hunt 'em down?

- No, I don't want
your posse out there

banging around the bush.

You're to scramble these boys
from here to kingdom come.

I'm gonna go back out,
pick up the tracks again,

I'm gonna trail them boys to
wherever they're holed up,

and then I'm gonna
set an ambush for 'em.

- I know you're not
the type to partner,

but I would like you to
team up with Paden here.

That way you can
vouch for each other.

I don't want a
Cherokee uprising.

If people think those boys
had a vigilante justice

without a fair trial,

it could get ugly.

- Things are already
ugly, Sam Sixkiller.

And you know me,

this old Mugani Lawman
works best alone.

- Same with me.

I could do this job
better without you.

You'd just get in my way.

- There we go, all settled.

- Yes it is, Heck Thomas.

- That's a filthy habit.

- And what do you call that
damn cigar in your hand?

- It's a prayer cigar.

Tobacco comes from my people.

- What about the whiskey?

- It's from the Maganis.

White man invented it,

to keep the Cherokee
from ruling the world.

- Well, I'll drink to that.

- Sam Sixkiller is part white.

His father was Cherokee
Lee, Redbird Sixkiller.

Red got in a gunfight with
some Creeks, killed six.

And they killed him.

- I did not know that.

What happened then?

- His mother
couldn't handle him.

So she sent him to the
Indian boarding school,

in Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

And that's how he was educated.

- Hm.

Now, where did you
get your education?

- I don't tell
stories of myself.

- Only about other people?

- Only other people.

- That's the way of
a real detective.

- The telegraph operator
at Western Union

got a cutoff message from
the Army Trading Post.

When he tried to
respond, he got nothing.

The line was dead.

He reckoned wires were cut.

- What was the
message they sent?

- Army distress signal.

The kind they use
for Indian attacks.

- All right, thank you.

Let's hope that prayer
cigar of yours works,

and brings us some good luck.

You ready to ride,
Mr. Paden Tolbert?

- Ready as you, Mr. Heck Thomas.

- Wishing we could've
met in church.

We could've been
boyfriend and girlfriend.

- I'd sooner die.

- What's the matter, baby?

You don't like Indian boys?

I'm only 17, and I
ain't afraid of nobody.

When I turn 18, I'll be a rich
man in the Rufus Buck Gang.

- You ain't gonna
live that long.

You gonna get shot or hanged.

- You mean like your daddy did?

You know what Rufus
done to him, right?

Strung him up real good.

Hoity-toity little brat.

Real good.

- I hate you!

- Come on, baby.

I can be nice too.

- Charles!

Leave her be.

She's mine, not yours.

We gonna have to clear out.

- Well, damn, Rufus?
What's the big hurry?

- 'Cause we gonna
need to prepare.

- Why? Because of them
soldiers in Fort Smith?

- They won't be here
till about three hours,

even on fast trail.

- And they're still gonna need

to get themselves
together first.

- All right now.

I said we's gonna
need to clear out.

- But Rufus, don't we
need to doll up Jolene?

If we wanna sell her.

- That is right.

If we're gonna get
her all fine and

and gussied up, then...

- Can I propose something, boss?

Can't we all just take
a turn on her, once?

- So she can go ahead
and be damaged goods?

And have to go ahead
and sell her cheap?

Hm?

- I'm gonna let y'all know,
the man I'm gonna sell her too,

oh, that's one bad hombre.

That's Peta Nocona.

And you know how he like 'em?

He like 'em young.

He like 'em white.

Lucky!

And he like 'em virgin.

- Boss,

I also like 'em that way too.

- Me too!

- That's everybody's thing.

- All right now.

Lewis!

Lewis!

Why you look so glum, keep
downing up all that whiskey?

Don't you wanna roll with us?

- Feeling guilty about
some of the innocent people

we killed.

Not all of 'em, but some of 'em,

- God damn it, Lewis!

There is nothing innocent
when it comes to whites.

Did you forget?

They stole our land from us.

They murdered us
by the thousands.

That's not innocent.

- They're too powerful, Rufus.

We may have our way for a while,

but they will hunt
us down and kill us.

- Not if we go ahead and
raise us an Indian army.

A new generation of
fearless spirit warriors.

We ain't afraid to die
for the Indian land.

- Preach.

- You really think
we could scare off

all them white people, cousin?

- The only thing that
white man fear is this.

Now, if y'all go
ahead and follow me,

I'm gonna make y'all
kings of this new world.

All right?

Anything y'all see,
anything y'all want,

it's gonna be yours
for the taking.

- Where does the
evil of men get born?

Jesus said he saw Satan fall
like lightning from heaven.

The devil was cast down
to earth to walk among us.

- What's that have
to do with anything?

- Something possessed
them young boys.

What they done wasn't natural.

Unless something
gets inside of you,

like a parasite,
takes a hold of you,

and took a hold of
their better angels.

- Well, how did Heck
and Paden catch 'em?

Was there some big gun
fight or something?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

Get your money's worth.

- Tommy.

Don't be scared.

They'll never be able
to hurt you again.

That's what I say to myself
every time I pull that lever.

They'll never hurt anyone.

- What about the ones that
are still on the loose?

- You're a fine boy.

How would you like
what happened to you

to be told to the world?

Now, I have a writer, and
he can publish your story.

- They're still out
there somewhere.

Rufus Buck and his gang.

- Yeah, but you'll never
see 'em alive again.

Heck's hunting 'em down.

They can run and hide
like rats they are,

but what Heck doesn't
shoot, my ropes will get.

- The thing I worry about
the most is my sister.

Do you think she's still alive?

- I pray she is.

And that Heck will
bring her back.

- Anybody in there?

Anybody in there?

U.S. Deputy Marshal Heck Thomas!

Y'all put your weapons down,

come out with your hands up,

I promise you a fair trial!

My God.

- I'll keep these reins handy,

if you want to go on and
get my medicine, darling.

- Do you think it's really
doing you any good, Sam?

I read about it.

It's all alcohol and paregoric.

- Well, it helps me sleep.

- Hello?

Mr. Foster?

- Sorry, Mary.

I knew you were coming,
but nature called.

I have Sam's
medicine right here.

75 cents, as usual.

- Sam?

Sam!

- Yah, yah!

- Well, as we expected,
they cut the telegraph wire

so we can't contact
ol' Sam Sixkiller

to send us some reinforcements.

Meantime, let's go out here
and inspect this crime scene

before it fades away.

What do you see out here?

- Looks like the
killers went that away.

- Yeah, well, I can see that.

You see here?

We've got a number of horses
here, with mounted riders.

The other one here looks
like it's pulling a wagon.

- You're right.

- What about Jolene?

What you reckon happened to her?

Maybe they're keeping her
alive for their pleasure,

God forbid, or holding
her for a big ransom.

- Wouldn't put anything
past the bastards.

- Hm.

Well, you're not defending
their renegade Indian ways,

I see.

- They ain't Indians,
they're half-breeds.

Makes 'em crazy sometimes.

- I'll have to factor
that into my figurin'.

Now, who do you reckon
they think would pay

a big ransom for Jolene?

Her family's not exactly royalty

by the looks of their ranch.

- What about Peta Nocona?

- The old Indian medicine man.

- Likes 'em young.

He'll pay for the pretty
ones, so they say.

May well be with him.

- You know, I've
been to his place,

and I cannot fault you
on your detective work.

Not in my mind, partner.

- You're my partner now?

- Just ran into that cracker
lover Sammy Sixkiller.

Did him and his old lady
right there on they wagon.

Been waiting to do that
one a long time, boys.

Man was a disgrace
to us Indians.

- Man, how far away is this
guy who's gonna buy Jolene?

- Not too far.

Off in that Creek Nation.

Should be about 20 miles,
be there by dusk.

- So what, we just
gonna sell her to him?

What's he gonna do with her?

- Shit, he got about four wives.

He just don't like to keep
no one when they get past 18.

He go ahead and
drown 'em, skin 'em.

Don't even matter now.

He just like to keep a few
of 'em around for some work.

Cook for him, clean for him.

- Hey, that's all women
are good for, ain't it?

Fuckin', and makin' em work.

-All right, y'all. Saddle up.

- Tommy!

Good to see you.

I was afraid you
weren't going to come.

Come on in.

- My name's Seth Crosby, Tommy.

I write for Frank Leslie's
Pictorial Newspaper.

I also write dime novels.

In fact, I'm working on one
about Mr. Maledon as we speak.

- He told me.

- Mr. Maledon told me
what you went through.

You're a brave young lad.

- I don't feel so.

It's hard to get
through the nights.

- Did you talk to your
grandparents about it?

- My grandma cries every night.

She tries to muffle it in her
pillow, but I still hear it.

I just want to kill the people

that killed my family
and took my sister.

- Can I help you?

Can I help you, son?

- Hi, there.

We're on our way
to the Creek Nation.

Been traveling now for
say, a day and a half.

And we was really just
hoping that your missus

would maybe be able to muster
us up a warm cooked meal,

if and of course we
wants to pay you $20.

- What's your name, sir?

- Well, my name is
Sheriff John Garrett.

Indian Police.

And these here are my deputies.

We got designs on
hunting down a man

by the name of old Rufus Buck.

You ever heard of him?

- We've heard of him.

He don't operate
around here though.

- Yeah, we didn't
think so neither.

We think he might be hiding
off in the Creek Nation,

but you know, we have to
take all our provisions

to make sure we stay
hot on his trail.

Now, he's about half
stalled and worn out.

Would you be able to
maybe get us up some grub?

- I can probably
wrestle up something.

Might be enough to
feed all of you.

Except maybe that tall one.

I'll check with the missus,

I'll see if she's got
some chicken parts.

- We's gonna be
here a while, girl.

You best not make no fuss.

We'll kill you and the farmer.

All right?

- She says she's got enough.

She'll make sure your
bellies are full.

Y'all come on in and
sit around the table.

Make yourself at home.

- Well sir, we'd
be much obliged.

- Mind if I ask you
for that 20 up front?

- Oh, that'd be no problem, sir.

- How can I help you, gentlemen?

- We come about Rufus Buck.

- Who's your Cherokee friend?

- That's my partner.

Paden Tolbert.

- Tolbert.

That's a French name.

- White man named
my great-grandfather

when he was a tracker

in the French and Indian War.

- Following in his
footsteps, I see,

as you track these young
ruffians through the wilderness.

- Well, we have
reason to believe

that they kidnapped a young
girl, killed her parents,

and we don't believe that
they're gonna ransom her.

- And what do you believe
their intentions would be?

- Maybe they think they
could sell her to you.

- I told you
they were stupid, did I not?

- Well, you did say something
to that effect, yes.

- I would not pay for that girl,

for I would not
want to be hanged.

- Maledon will gladly
do that business.

But how about you aid
us in our investigation,

therefore putting you on
the right side of the law.

- Hm.

Your side.

The side you call the law

is as crooked as
the criminal side.

You only dress it
up in fancy clothes.

It's a matter of money.

It spends both ways,
wouldn't you say?

- Hm.

Are you suggesting that we
pay you for information?

- No.

No.

Nothing that distasteful.

I will help you, gentlemen.

- What information
do you have, Nocona?

If they're headed this
way, they're on a rampage,

and they will rape and kill.

- Who, Mr. Medicine Man?

- The farmers of this area.

The Patterson farm
comes to mind.

- Yeah, I know that place.

- These boys were ripped
from their parents,

sexually abused,
as was I in my youth.

- That ain't no excuse
for what they done.

- No.

It's not an excuse.

But it is...

- What?

- It is the seed to much evil.

- That's a mighty
fine meal, Ms. Ellie.

We much obliged.

We need us all our energy

to go ahead and chase
down them bad guys.

- M-hm.

And Rufus Buck is
one of the worst.

- Now, I'm curious about
something, Mr. Spencer.

Pray tell,

how did you get to own this
little piece of property here?

- My parents left it
to us, me and Ellie.

And we built a cabin
down there by the way

so we can help 'em
work the fields.

So now we just keep
the cabin for guests,

and we moved in here.

- Well, ain't that sweet.

- Well, we get by, but it
takes a whole lot of hard work.

- Hm.

- Now, I can't help but wonder

how did your mom and
daddy own the farm?

Who'd they pay for it?

- We didn't pay anybody for it.

When the territory opened up,
you know, settlers came out,

took land, make
something of themselves.

Hard work.

That kind of opportunity,
it doesn't exist back East.

- Ain't it bother you
none, or your pappy

that this was
already Native land?

- To be honest, we never
really thought about it.

You know.

The government makes the
law, not the Indians.

Besides, they wasn't working it.

They was just letting
it go to waste.

- We didn't do anything wrong,

and neither did my
husband's parents.

Everything they did
was fair and legal.

- By whose laws?

Indians got laws.

Indians got ways.

The way I see it,
this land is stolen.

- Yeah, the whole
thing vexes me.

Shouldn't be this way, Rufus.

I mean, Sheriff Garrett.

- If you don't mind
being us here, Rufus.

- We may not have much time.

- Let's negotiate.

Now, that was a mighty
fine meal, Ms. Ellie.

But food is only one
of the animal urges.

So let's go ahead and
say $20 for the meal,

and how about $3 for
our other appetites?

- You're crazy!

She's not gonna let you
violate her, and neither am I!

- Wow!

Don't you like the price?

What if we go ahead
and up it by two bits?

- Now Ellie, this is your chance

to save your husband's life.

- Now, we giving you the choice,

and that's a whole
lot more than we got

when our land was stolen,
women raped, children killed.

- We had nothing
to do with that!

That's 1000 years ago.

- Now y'all keep
calling me crazy,

but can't you see that I'm
the one in control here,

or is you just too stupid
to see that, farmer?

- At this point, I'll
do whatever it takes

to save our lives.

- Now that's most
sensible, Ms. Ellie.

And if you gots to do it,
you might as well enjoy.

You only get in what you put in.

Now ain't that right, boys?

- Yeah.

- That's right.

- I don't want no
sloppy seconds, Rufus.

- Hush up.

- How about we draw for it?

High card wins.

Lewis?

- Woo-hoo-hoo!

I got me a ace.

I know y'all boys
can't beat that.

- Now that ain't fair!

He's just a kid.

- King.

I guess I'll go second.

Now you see how
diplomatic I is, boy?

- Oh, six.

- I'm lower than
that, I got a three.

- That's too bad.

Go ahead now, Charles.

- Didn't I tell you
you'd be doing good

once you joined us?

Come on, girl.

- Oh, hey!

- You're all going to hell!

And I tell you this,
you better kill me.

- Girl, get in there.
- And be quick!

'Cause these boys are hankerin'.

- Oh, yeah!

- Don't try nothing funny now.

Do as I say, and we'll
let you live, okay, honey?

And don't you worry none.

I'm real good.

You're gonna enjoy it.

Stop all that crying.

We start young with
our squaws, okay?

Don't worry about it.

Nothing funny now, stop it.

This Will be fun.

Stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it.

- Ow!

Ow!

Slowly, slowly.

Slowly.

Mm.

Mmm.

Here.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Shhh.

Come on, boy.

Come on, quiet,
quiet, quiet, quiet.

- Sorry, boys.

Lady Luck rides with me again!

Come on.

- Ellie and Jolene
made a break for it,

with the lawmen
tracking them boys

through Indian territory,

where borders blur between
civilized lands and wilderness.

And men's morals can
blur just the same

in the ruthless and
unforgiving out lands.

- Marshal!

Marshal! Marshal!

I'm Ellie Patterson.

They killed my husband,
they tried to rape me,

and I got away.

- Where are they?

- They're at the house.

They're a bunch of half-breeds.

He said his name
was Sheriff Garrett.

- Who's this girl?

- I'm Jolene Palmer.

They killed my mom, my family,
they done kept me for days

against my will until she came.

-All right, listen to me, girl.

You get her in town now
to go see the doctor.

You fly like the
wind, do you hear me?

- Yes, sir.
- Go!

This ends now.

- Hey, come on now, Charlie.

These boys are waiting.

Hurry it on up.

- Come on!

-All right, now, Charlie.

Come on now, your time's up.

That bitch!

Hey, she's getting away!

U.S. Marshal Heck Thomas!

You're under arrest!

- All right, y'all
boys stay in position!

To a window, to a window!

- You want peace?

Come and get it!

Hey! I want to talk to you!

- Come on!

Huh? Come on, you dumb shit!

You can fight and die here,

or you can surrender
and go back in the shack

and face justice, boys.

Fuck me!

- Till you've been
in a shootout,

you'll never know
what it's like.

Your senses go into a haze.

It's like time stops, and
you enter a dream state.

Anything's possible
in that world.

Feats of daring or disgrace.

Hard men maintain their focus,

where the rest die like dogs.

- Stop firing, God damn it!

You're wasting bullets.

- So are they.

- We gotta keep 'em pinned
down in that house, all right?

They're gonna run
out of ammunition.

So I need you,

listen to me!
Listen, God damn it!

Work your way
around the backside,

so you can cover the
back of the house.

You got me?

Do you hear me?

- Great plan, as long as I don't
get killed in the meantime.

- I told you you'd
be good at dime novels, Heck.

- How'd you know
we was out here?

- I stopped at Peta Nocona's.

- I thought your
lumbago was bad.

- It is.

I got some sad news for you.

Sam Sixkiller and
his wife were killed.

I believe by the Rufus Gang.

- Where?

- In Muskogee.

- The ones that killed him

are inside the house
shooting at us.

I'll cover the back.
- I got you.

- So, what do we do now?

- I got a plan.

One of us re-directs shots.

Two of 'em go pick 'em out,

while the other two
slip out the back.

- How about one of
us keeps 'em pinned

while three get away?

- Get away where?

- Into the forest!

Anywhere they ain't!

- We'll do like Custer
and his men did.

- Custer?

What's so good about Custer?

- They kept their last
bullet to they own selves,

when they couldn't do no more.

They blew they own brains out.

- Custer's lieutenants just
didn't wanna be tortured.

Them boys ain't
stand for nothing.

They ain't wanna
face no punishment.

- Would you?

- White man, he
ain't gonna torture.

He think he more
civilized than us.

- So, what will they do?

- They gonna put us on trial,

and that's when we
can defend ourselves.

Let the whole world know
what we did and why for.

We'll probably go
ahead and get the rope,

but they might just
be soft hearted.

By and by.

We all knew what
had to come to this.

Chips been stacked against us.

And it's been that
way our whole lives.

It's been a pleasure
rolling with you boys.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Now, what are you
talking about, Rufus?

All right.

Are you trying to cash in on us?

What about all that talk about
us raising an Indian army?

You said we were gonna
raise an Indian army.

What about...

- Y'all was it, my brothers.

We might as well be
ready to call it the end.

Unless somebody that wanted
to go head on out there,

and distract them lawmen,

while the rest of us, we
make it out through the back.

- It'd be my honor, Rufus.

- Lewis.

You give 'em hell, okay?

- Tell mama I love her.

- I tip my hat to
the Rufus Buck Gang.

- If you want to surrender,
you put your guns down,

and you come out with your
hands where I can see 'em.

- We ain't fools!

You'll gun us down!

- Not if you're
surrendering, you dumb shit!

I'm U.S. Marshal Heck Thomas,
and my word means something.

Come on!

Paden, you stay on the back!

Come on!

Come on, you simple
son of a bitch.

Come on!

Where's the rest of your boys?

- Surprise, surprise.

- You watch him, George.

- Don't you move.

You got a good neck to stretch.

- They all come out?

- Yes.

- I'm getting
real low on ammo, Rufus.

- We ain't gonna need much
ammo for what I got in store.

Now, let's put some
pep up on our steps.

Put some space between us
and them boys, all right?

All right?
- Okay. Come on, let's go.

- We've got two
sets of tracks here.

A single set here,

looks like you have two
or three on this side.

Let's split up, you'll
take on that track,

I'll take on this track.

- Howdy there, Marshal.

Go ahead and turn around for me.

Real molasses like.

Woo hoo!

Slow down now.

Go ahead and drop
that gun for me.

Now you heard me,

I said go ahead and
toss that rifle.

That piece too.

While you're at it, go ahead
and toss that buck knife.

I ain't gonna strip you
naked, don't you worry none.

Appreciate you.

Ah, the great Heck Thomas.

To get little old Rufus Buck.

You done brought
more men in to hang

than anybody off in
this Indian territory.

I am honored.

- And I give every
single one of 'em

the chance to surrender,

just like I'm giving
you now, Rufus Buck.

- Oh, is that right?

- That's right.

- Damn it, only one bullet left.

- Son of a bitch!
- Hey! Sam!

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm good, Lucky.
- Okay.

You mine, boy.

Remember the name Lucky.

- Lucky!

- Drop it, boy.

Or I'll drop you.

- Death or justice, huh?

- Your choice.

- It seems like you just gonna
have to remembered as a man

who gets done in by Rufus Buck.

- And you gonna be remembered
as a murdering coward.

Raper and torturer of
women and children.

All for what, son?

The color of their skin?

- Same as your people
done did to us!

- All we done was brought y'all
civilization and opportunity.

You can't stop progress, son.

- Well, it looks like I'm just
gonna have to stop progress.

- Paden!

I think you better
go help your partner.

I'll take care of these buckos.

- Go for it.

Go for it, son?

How fast are you?

If you think you're
fast enough, go for it.

Glad you could finally
make it, partner.

- I see you got yourself
a little puppet.

He's a good little Indian.

Do you take all your
orders from him?

You done pledged
allegiance to they flag,

homage to Indian police.

That white man don't
care nothing about you.

That man don't
care for you none.

I can start us up again.

I'll bring us back.

Our culture, our
land, our tongue.

I promise you, I promise you.

I'll start us up a revolution.

You listen to that white man,

he ain't gonna do nothing but
take, take, take from you.

I just need you to do
one thing for me now.

Just one thing for me.

Kill that white man.

You hear me?

Do you hear me?

Kill that white man.

Kill that white man!

Kill that white man right now!

- Cannot do that.

You murdered my friend.

Your gang will face justice.

- Man's gotta decide one day

that he's gotta rise
above the level of animal.

Not that animals are bad,

they have a purity
in their instincts.

But man,

a man can touch the face of God,

and live on in that
supernatural presence.

Takes a lot of death
to see it all that way.

And believe me,

I've seen it all, with
a shovel in my hand.

- But how does it end?

- Couldn't say.

I'm not the reaper.

I'm just a simple grave digger,

with a taste for fine Cognac.

- For the people in the story.

Not for me.

- We're just dying to know.

- In one man's story
is every man's story.

Remember that, stranger.

Only the grave
remains undefeated,

and it keeps me in business.

But I've seen all their ghosts.

And I'll tell you which
one met their maker first.

- All right, listen up!

I know you want justice.

And you want justice now.

- Yeah!

- But that ain't the way the
law works, and you know it.

- Uh, Sheriff.

The law don't work
too well up here.

But I'm willing to bet this
rope here works just fine.

-Ain't gonna happen, partner.

It ain't the way
it's gonna happen.

- Says who, Sheriff?

- Don't make me
shoot you, mister.

- Sheriff, you know
just as well as I do.

Those boys in that
cell, they need to hang!

They need to hang
tonight, and you know it.

- What I know is the man on
my right is George Maledon.

The hangman!

Judge Parker's right hand
for fittin' neck ties.

Now, George and I hunted hard
to bring these killers in

so they could face justice.

And as God as my witness,
we will see justice done.

We're taking these boys
to Fort Smith tomorrow,

so they can face Judge Parker.

And anybody, any one
of you sons of bitches

tries to stop us,

you're gonna face the
same brand of punishment

that these boys
are about to face.

Now these boys are gonna be

on that prison train
tomorrow at noon.

Now go on, get.

Go home.

Get!

Go on!

You got no business
here no more.

You take your rope with
you, mister, go ahead.

Those sons of bitches.

And what business are you about?

- Heck.

We got a story to tell.

That's the writer
I told you about.

Let him in.

- From what I hear, you boys
don't have much going for you

in the way of a defense.

So this is your chance to
tell your side of the story,

if you'd like.

You're the leader, right?

Rufus Buck of the
infamous Rufus Buck Gang.

- That's right.

I'm him.

Great commander and martyr
of the next uprising.

- Is that what
this was all about?

A freedom movement of some sort?

- Well, it's my
name that you sell

them books and papers on, right?

I'm Rufus Buck,

so I guess it's all about
whatever I say it is.

- Yes, Mr. Buck.

That is a salient point.

Plus, you want to be
well remembered, right?

- Yeah.

- Frank Leslie's
Pictorial Newspaper

is the best place
to see to that.

Jesse James was a
stone cold killer.

- Jesse James?

- The Jesse James.

But we cleaned up his image,

and now he is a confederate
hero who was wrongly accused.

Jesse James.

- George.

Just so you know, Paden and I,

we ain't coming to Fort Smith

with you on the train tomorrow.

You know I ain't
partial to court rooms.

We're gonna stay right
here in Muskogee.

- Well, Heck, I appreciate
all you've done for us.

- Anytime, old partner.
- Yeah.

- Do you think the viciousness

you boys experienced
during childhood

caused you to go astray?

- Well, I mean, our
daddy was way worse.

Way worse than them
Indian schools.

Our daddy was,

well, he was probably
the meanest man

in the whole wide world.

- Yeah, you'd think
being a freed slave

would cure him of that curse,

but he mainly just took it
out on me and my brother

and our mama, who was also Creek.

You gonna write that in?

- Yes.

- Okay.

- What about you, Mr. Buck?

It is your story, as the
leader of this revolution,

our readers most
want to learn about.

- My ma, my pa?

Wasn't nothing like theirs.

There was no mean
bone in they body.

My mama Black, daddy a Creek.

And they loved their little
simple life at the tribe.

I ain't seen nothing wrong with
it, till I got little older.

I saw what y'all been
doing to our people,

and I started to hate
my mama and daddy,

for being so damn weak.

Trying to be like
y'all white folk.

They told me stories about

how the Indians freely
roamed the land,

and how there was
millions of buffalo.

When I asked them what
happened to all them buffalo,

they told me that the
paleface done killed them all.

And with no buffalo,
wasn't gonna be no Indian.

Ain't got no buffalo
to hunt, to eat,

no buffalo for us
to make our leather,

so we got our
clothes and shelter.

And that be just one
reason why I hate y'all.

- But you fellas didn't
just kill white people.

Other Indians were
your victims as well.

- Them boys was fighting
on the other side.

We just got something that
just possessed, is all.

Some kind of evil spirit.

- Is this a different
spirit than the great spirit

you spoke of?

- Could be.

Or you know what?

It could just be
that devil person

y'all Bible people
keep talking about.

The one they taught us
about in the Indian school.

- What happened to you
at the Indian school.

- Don't you worry
nothing about that.

Same thing happened to me
is happening to them boys.

- But that is the
origin of all this evil.

- To hell with
your origin story.

I hate all y'all,

for not allowing this
world to be the way

the great spirit
intended it to be.

-And how did he intend it to be?

- A place where my
daddy got to roam free,

a place where my mama
wasn't in no chains

and a place where
you stayed your ass

right back where you belong!

- Did you get what you need?

- Yes, sir. I did.

- Good.

Told you I'd make you famous.

- Well, I don't know, boys, but

I think he ate up that
story, hook, line, sinker!

We gonna be famous, huh?

- What about you, Rufus?

You don't really give
a damn about that

buffalo and great
spirit talk, right?

- I wouldn't know no
buffalo from no bull, man.

And I ain't even sure
about no great spirit.

Same way that white man
can't be sure about no God.

But if there is one,

how could they let us get
away with all that we did?

- We didn't get away
with it all, did we?

- Hey, Rufus.

Do you think our story's gonna
make any difference in court?

- Not a lick.

But we's going have us a story

from when we dead and buried.

- I should not
expect a happily ever then.

- No, friend.

Tales like this
don't end pretty.

Not like them in
the dime novels,

with the fancy shootouts in
between the advertisement

for cigars and soap.

Justice may be blind,

but she's a cold ass
bitch to the man in chain.

- Let's go, boys.

Keep up.

- Told the townsfolk noon,

but it's a six a.m. train.

- Maybe that train just ain't
gonna be coming old man.

- Right on time.

- Neither Tommy Palmer
nor Jolene Palmer

will be testifying in court.

- Why not?

Tommy saw them lynch his father.

Jolene saw them rape
and kill her mother.

- Yep.

- The death penalty
would be a sure thing.

- Yeah, you'd think.

Prosecutors decided
to try them boys first

for the rape of
Ms. Rosetta Hassan.

Happened about three weeks ago.

Carries the same death
penalty as killing.

Though those boys did not manage

to kill that poor woman.

I reckon some folks think that
rape is worse than murder.

- They did so much evil.

Who would vote them innocent?

- Prosecutor thinks it
might be too devastating

for Tommy and Jolene,
especially at their age.

And says that if he doesn't
get the guilty verdict

like he wants,

we can always try them again

for the murder of
the Palmer family.

- I'll never understand
white man's laws.

- Now that saves you
from trying to figure

that which cannot be figured.

I also just wanna tell you,

thank you for always
having my back, partner.

- Same here, partner.

- This is on the house, fellas.

- Paden Tolbert.

Let's get drunk.

To Rufus Buck and
his boys hanging.

- You just take your
time, Mrs. Hassan.

- I asked them if
they were hunters.

He just laughed, and
asked him for some water.

My husband being the
generous man that he is,

sent my brother down to
the stream to fetch a pail.

Then the real nasty looking one

pulled his horse up in
front of the others,

and doffed his hat at me.

And I looked at my husband,

because I knew for
certain we would be lucky

if we saw another
day on this earth.

I wanted desperately to save
my husband and my babies.

I told myself that my
own life wouldn't matter

if it would just prevent
them from getting killed.

But God help me,

I do think a part of me wished
to save my own life too.

And now I'm having to live
this wretched existence

because I didn't
have the courage

of the saints and the
martyrs that I believe in.

- Please,
continue, Mrs. Hassan.

- They took me behind the barn,

made me undress,

and held me at gunpoint

while all four of
'em ravaged me.

- I'll have
order in this courtroom!

- Can you point out
the four men in this room

who did this to you?

- Them.

- I done wrote me a poem,

so they ain't just gonna
call me no stupid killer.

I dreamt I wasn't here.

And when the angels fell,

I never seen
nothing so handsome,

a twine and golden hair.

They looked so neat,

and they sang so sweet,

and played the golden harp.

I was about to go
ahead and pick one out,

and take her to my heart.

But the moment that
I began to plead,

I thought of you, my love.

And there were none
I'd seen so beautiful,

on earth and your heaven above.

Goodbye, my dear wife.

Goodbye, my dear mother.

Also my sisters.

- So, was you there
for the hanging?

- I was.

Saw young Jolene in the
crowd, with her brother Tommy.

There was awestruck
by the spectacle.

And the gang, choked back sobs,

trying to be brave men,

but they looked like young boys.

They weren't the terror
of the Wild West,

except for Rufus Buck.

He looked wistful, not once
taking his eyes off 'em.

Young Jolene.

I swear I saw a tear fall
from her pretty little cheek

when Maledon pulled that lever.

And the Rufus Buck
Gang disappeared forever.

Ah.

- Hey, vato.

At dawn, I'll bring the shovels.

- Don't be late.

Another dead soldier.

I thank you for
the fond evening,

and I bid you adios.

- Well, that was
quite a journey.

- I'll say.

♪ There's a loss that's on the
road right in front of me ♪

♪ But I don't know
where the hell it goes ♪

♪ I've been riding many
nights just to get there ♪

♪ But my destination,
she's unknown ♪

♪ Maybe if I'm dead ♪

♪ I can lay my head to sleep ♪

♪ Before these demons try
to take my soul to keep ♪

♪ As the moon is staring
down from the night sky ♪

♪ Still I wonder, why try ♪

♪ While this misery, well
it starts to wake me ♪

♪ As I'm trying
to ease my mind ♪

♪ As I'm searching for
their pieces all around me ♪

♪ There's so many,
it's hard to find ♪

♪ Maybe if I'm dead ♪

♪ I can lay my head to sleep ♪

♪ Before these demons try
to take my soul to keep ♪

♪ As the moon is staring
down from the night sky ♪

♪ Still I wonder, why try ♪

♪ Now my spirit reaches down
and starts to haunt me ♪

♪ As I feel my soul
try to drift away ♪

♪ As my world is crashing
down all around me ♪

♪ Is it just a dream
or another day ♪

♪ Maybe if I'm dead ♪

♪ I can lay my head to sleep ♪

♪ Before these demons try
to take my soul to keep ♪

♪ As the moon is staring
down from the night sky ♪

♪ Still I wonder, why try ♪

♪ As the moon is staring
down from the night sky ♪

♪ Still I wonder, why try ♪

♪ As the moon is staring
down from the night sky ♪

♪ Still I wonder, why try ♪

♪ As the moon is staring
down from the night sky ♪

♪ Still I wonder, why try ♪