All language subtitles for Warpath (2020) Eng

Whoa, Whoa!

Oh!

Ma, Mr. Gunderson's coming!

He must have a letter, I bet!

It's from your father.

I can feel it, it must be.

He's coming home.

Mrs. Eriksson, children,

you got a letter here.

Oh God, please let it be from Earl.

It has to be.

He's just got to come home, he has to.

I can't live like this anymore.

Dear Mrs. Eriksson.

This is Hortense Greely

writing from Greely's outpost,

40 miles outside Fort Collins, Colorado.

It's not from your father.

Oh.

You wrote to Sheriff Jackson there

asking about your husband, Lucky Eriksson.

We seen him last before he set out for his gold mine.

But that was nearly three months ago

and we ain't seen him since.

That mine of his is located right in the middle

of hostile Indian territory,

just where the Cheyenne and the Pawnee indians

are fighting a war.

Well mind you, I ain't saying for sure

that anything's happened to him, Mrs. Eriksson,

but it don't look good to me.

I'm real sorry.

Yours truly, Hortense Greely.

Greely's Trading Post.

They said that

they haven't seen him for three months

and that he's missing.

And he might be dead.

He's not dead.

Not Lucky.

They don't call him that for no reason.

I'll have to go and get him.

Now how are you going to do that?

I don't know, Mr. Gunderson,

I'll have to go there, I suppose.

With those wild Indians, ma?

Wow, Indian Ma, honest?

For goodness sake, Mrs. Eriksson, you can't do that.

You... You're a woman.

Oh, I can't now, can I, Mr. Gunderson? You just watch me.

It is time that Earl come home and stay home.

He made a promise to me and it's time that he keep it.

I am a patient woman, Mr. Gunderson.

But my patience has run out.

But going into hostile Indian territory all alone?

I'm sorry to tell you, ma'am,

that's just plain old crazy.

Besides, who'll take care of your young 'uns?

My dear friend Hella Bergdahl will look after the children

if indeed that is of your concern, Mr. Gunderson.

You'll excuse me, Mrs. Eriksson.

I certainly don't mean to intrude.

But you know, it's over 400 miles

to Fort Collins, Colorado.

That far, is it?

Yes, ma'am.

Then I best get started.

You'll just have to excuse me

one more time, Mrs. Eriksson.

But even if you do find your husband,

do you think you're honestly going to get

Earl "Lucky" Eriksson to settle down

and tend a farm?

He married me, didn't he?

He has two children and a farm, doesn't he?

Why would he do that if he didn't intend

to come home and stay?

I don't know, ma'am.

Mr. Gunderson, I pray day and night

that my husband come home.

And now God wants me to go and bring him home.

And then he'll stay.

Wow, Indians, Ma, honest?

Hurry, they're coming!

Hello!

You remember what I said.

Don't you give Mrs. Bergdahl any trouble now, you hear?

- Yeah, Mom. - Yeah, Mom.

Okay now.

I'll be back before you know it.

Be careful, Ma, please.

Don't you worry, dear, I will.

Alice. Are you sure about this?

Honestly, Hella.

If I don't go, I don't know who will.

Alice, honey, he ain't worth it.

That man is trash.

I don't care.

I have to go find him.

After all, he's my husband, isn't he?

Bye.

Okay, let's go.

Well, if it ain't cute little Alice Eriksson.

Mr. Sjostrom, please.

Going off after your man, eh?

He sure ain't been around in a while.

Where has he been? Digging for gold?

Or digging for gold diggers?

Or his gold diggers digging for him, I wonder.

I'd like five pounds of flour, five pounds of corn

and five pounds of beans, if you please.

Nah.

What you need is a gun.

I got here this brand new Colt Frontier .45.

- That's what you need. - I do not need a gun, Mr. Sjostrom.

- I need beans. - She needs beans.

Yeah, beans enough not to marry Lucky Eriksson

which she clearly ain't got.

You can buy a pound of beans...

...but it sure ain't going to make you smart.

No, ain't going to make you smart.

But it'll sure make you fart.

That's for sure.

I'm telling you, little girl,

what you need is a gun.

A big gun, like this 'un.

You could kill a moose with it

or a bear!

Mr. Sjostrom, I do not need a gun!

Yeah, just beans.

God dammit all, I've had enough!

Just shut up already, will ya?

Give me my goddamn flour, beans and corn,

you drunken old coot!

- Yes, ma'am! - Lord God in heaven.

Kill a moose, that's rich.

Pff.

I ain't got no paper on you.

So just disappear quick-like, you hear?

Yes, sir.

Go ahead and try, if you like.

That's if you want to end up dead like your chums here.

Jumping Jesus Christ!

You killed them all!

Why didn't you kill me?

Them fellas is wanted dead or alive.

You're just wanted alive, so,

alive's how I'm bringing you in.

But don't upset me, understand?

'Cause you ain't worth that much to me dead or alive.

Now get your ass moving, you stupid piece of shit!

Tie up your friends body on their horses,

go on, come on!

Why did I get a man that won't stay put?

Other women can keep their men at home,

why can't I?

What did I do wrong?

Everybody used to say that I was pretty

but that did me no good at all.

Nerd!

I may not be pretty anymore but I am strong!

Really strong, goddamn strong.

I've had two babies.

I can cook.

I can churn butter, I can milk a cow.

I can tear a goddamn chicken's head off with my hands.

And I can plow a field too.

I can do so many damn things,

I just can't hold on to a man.

- Ooh! - Ooh. Good day to you, ma'am.

What?

It's a lovely day.

It's the best day of my whole damn life so far.

Who knows what's going to happen next,

maybe a building will fall on my head.

- There's no buildings out here. - Ya, no building.

Well, things are looking up.

- You need help? - With what?

The wagon! The wheel's broken.

Oh, that, right.

Nope. I'm just going to sit here for a spell

and think about things.

What things?

I don't know.

Okay, well.

- We'll help anyway. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

That would be very kind of you.

- What the... - Oh my goodness. Oh.

Oh, Jesus!

That's terrible.

Oh, what a terrible sight.

That looks horrible.

Whoa.

You sure don't waste much time,

do you, Cole?

The longer I wait, the further they get,

the further I got to haul them in.

Body don't want to stay in a horse

no more than a dead deer or a dead bear, guys.

Just keep sliding off no matter how you tie 'em down.

Yes, sir, that sure is a big problem.

So come on in and we'll settle up.

You've got quite a bit of cash coming.

Ah, the wheel works, ya?

It sure does!

A thousand thanks.

- Pretty girl, ya? - Ya, but sad and tired maybe.

Yeah, maybe so.

Ah.

Oh, oh.

All right, all right.

Whoa.

- Evening. - Good evening!

We may be slow but we caught up with you in the end, huh?

Yes, you did.

Care to share my fire and campsite with me?

We'd be much obliged.

Ooh, thank you .

My pleasure.

Now you say your husband's in the hostile Indian territory

- and you're going to go get him back? - Uh-huh.

By yourself?

I don't know who would go with me.

You need a guide, Mrs. Eriksson. Someone who knows the area.

Like that bounty hunter fellow we heard tell of back in Omaha City.

Peter, you can't trust someone like that.

Who are you talking about?

His name's Cole.

They say he's the only man who'll track criminals

into the Indians' land.

They say he's killed 20 men and brought back 50 more.

But they say he lives with the Indians

and has an Indian squaw as a wife.

They say the Indians, they all fear him.

But a man like that's what you need.

And you say his name is Cole?

Yeah, that's what they say.

I said, you do that one more time.

You ready on the ivories there, maestro?

Anytime you say.

Hey, say, what do you fancy singing tonight, honeybun?

Oh, let's give 'em "Frankie and Johnny."

They don't deserve no better.

Yeah, I reckon you're right. They sure as hell don't.

Hey, just give us a second to warm up.

It's dang chilly out there.

Do what you got to do, I ain't going nowhere.

Our money's as good as anyone else's.

Why won't you look at me?

Come on, darling, I ain't as ugly as all that.

You're just the prettiest gal I ever done seen.

Evening, ma'am.

Uh, I reckon it's all right.

- Bull. - That's all it took me! One shot!

Bullshit. You couldn't make that shot in a hundred years.

- Soldier boy. - Well, at least I don't shoot like my mama.

Well, greetings, sir.

Me and my partner here are interested

in purchasing a libation, if you please.

Just hold your horses there, African boy.

You better smile when you say that, white boy.

'Cause I'll put you in your grave as quick as

any white motherfucker I've ever met.

You see the notches on my gun here?

Each one stands for some white southern

redneck cracker asshole like you

I sent to meet their maker.

Now do you really think I'd take shit from the likes of you?

Now get our fucking drinks and don't dawdle!

- What are you drinking there, soldier? - Rye.

And leave the bottle.

And make that two mugs of beer if you please.

Here. For you and your friend, it's on the house,

for your service to our country.

- Thank you kindly, mister. - Thank you kindly, sir.

Pleasure's all mine.

Woo!

I did three months in the wilderness.

No.

♪ Frankie and Johnny were lovers ♪

♪ Lord knows but how they could love ♪

♪ Swore they'd be true to each other ♪

♪ True as the stars above

♪ He was her man

♪ And he was doing her wrong

♪ Frankie went around the corner ♪

♪ To get a bucket of beer

♪ Said to the man called the bartender ♪

♪ Have you seen my Johnny here

♪ He's my man

♪ And I loves him so

♪ I ain't going to tell you no stories ♪

♪ I ain't going to tell you no lies ♪

♪ Saw your man Johnny leave about an hour ago ♪

♪ With that gal named Nelly Bly ♪

♪ But he's your man

♪ And he's doing you wrong

♪ Frankie went around to that hop joint ♪

♪ Brought along a great big .44 ♪

♪ She went inside and there she spied ♪

♪ Johnny on the floor

♪ He was her man

♪ And he was doing her wrong

♪ Turn me over Frankie

♪ Turn me over slow

♪ Turn me over on the right side Frankie ♪

♪ Why did you shoot so low

♪ He was my man

♪ And you done me wrong

♪ Rubber tired coaches

♪ Rubber tired hacks

♪ It's going to take my man to the graveyard ♪

♪ And it's never going to bring him back ♪

♪ He was my man

♪ And he's done me wrong

♪ Bring on your million policemen ♪

♪ Bring on your million jails

♪ Throw the key into the St. Louis river ♪

♪ Nobody's going to know my man ♪

♪ He was my man

♪ And he's done me wrong

Why are you sitting all by your lonesome old self, big cowboy?

And for that matter,

why don't you buy me a drink, for goodness sake?

Here you go.

Want some company?

Maybe later.

Well why not now?

'Cause I'm drinking now.

Well how much you going to drink?

We'll just have to see.

What's a matter, partner?

Don't you like women?

I'm growing not to like you pretty fast.

You know what your problem is? You think you're purdy, and you are.

But what you really are is purdy ugly.

You know, for a couple of bucks

I could change your thinking in a bunch of ways.

No, you couldn't.

You disgust me.

Just get the fuck out of here already, all right?

I think maybe you don't like gals at all.

I think maybe you like little boys,

is that it?

You're a comedian too.

I do my level best.

And by level, I mean horizontal

- if you take my meaning. - Do me a big fucking favor

and just get lost, all right?

I know what it is.

Some gal broke your little cowboy heart.

Am I right or am I right?

All right, that's it, you're right.

You win.

- You want another drink? - You poor broken-hearted slob.

You probably ain't even got five bucks for a ride.

Shit, you probably ain't even got a plug nickel.

I ain't joking, bitch, get lost!

What, hmm?

Is what Lilly says true?

You done flipped a butt in her face?

I'm talking to you, mister!

What the fuck you want?

I want you to go say you're sorry

to that pretty little gal over there.

That fucking bitch?

It's too fucking bad now, isn't it?

Just remember, you can't always get what you want.

Are you giving me lip, boy?

Jumping Jesus, can't a man drink in peace no more?

I'm talking to you, boy.

I'm one of the Barsea Ranch. And me and some of the fellas say

you ain't going to flick no butt in a pretty gal's face

and get away with it!

What do you think of that?

Fuck you.

What?

What would you like?

Would you like me to hurt you

or would you like me to kill you?

It's up to you, big guy,

go ahead, choose.

What if I choose to kill you?

Then you better choose fast.

That's our buddy.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What do you mean?

Stop talking like an asshole.

Yes, sir. Never again.

I've learned my lesson.

I hope you have.

Oh, gee, darling, come on.

Yeah, we hears

there's been some troubles

going on here's or about or so.

Yep.

That's what we hears.

Is that what you hears?

Well...

yeah.

Who gives a shit?

The Sheriff does, that's who.

Bartender.

Another round for the gentleman here, me and me.

What were you saying?

Sheriff wants to see you.

Really?

Tell him if he wants to see me

he can come see me.

Now, will everyone just leave me the fuck alone?

And where's my whiskey?

Let's get a move on there, Mr. Publican. Chop chop!

We'd, uh, we'd say you've had about enough.

Will you get out of my business or not?

The Sheriff wants us to bring you in.

Really?

You two?

Why don't you tell your Sheriff to bring me in, how about that?

Well.

He told us to do it, so.

- That right? - Uh-huh.

Well, go ahead, do it.

How about you?

Fucking tub of lard.

Why don't you take me in?

That's what I thought.

The fuck you all looking at?

Sit the fuck back down, drink your fucking drinks

and have a good fucking time!

Jesus, shit!

Where's my whiskey?

If I have to ask you for another drink

one more time, you will certainly regret it,

my fine feathered friend.

Many thanks, wait, wait. Here.

Keep the change.

Buy yourself a sodie pop

or jelly bellies, whatever.

Emmett.

Well, if it ain't old Sheriff Jackson.

- Didn't I just see you? - Sure did.

Now here I am again.

Go take a seat. Take the load off.

- Here. - Don't mind if I do.

Gimme a drink.

There's mud in your eye.

You want to come back to the jail

and sleep that off?

When I'm done drinking, sure.

You going to drink that whole bottle?

I'm sure as hell going to try.

Okay, then I'll help ya.

Okay.

Ain't you going to arrest him?

Yeah, I'm not even sure how many crimes

he's gone and committed.

Gentlemen, go get a drink and relax.

Emmett and me go way back.

This situation is handled.

Well, goddamn, Harry.

That's the nicest goddamn thing

anybody's done for me all goddamn day.

Many thanks, my friend.

My pleasure, sir.

Gentlemen, haul this drunken sod out of here.

Come on, pretty boy.

Mr. Cole?

Mr. Cole?

Are you an angel?

No.

What are you?

I'm a woman,

and I need your help.

Fuck!

What can I do for a young lady?

Young lady?

I'll have you know that I am nearly

40 years of age.

- You're kidding. - Certainly not.

You look good for your age.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure.

Now, Mr. Cole, my name is Alice Eriksson.

And I need you to help me find my husband.

Husband?

Goddammit, figures.

What figures?

Nothing.

Go on with your story.

- Why me? - 'Cause everybody I ask

said that you're the best man for the job.

Yep, I am.

I get a hundred bucks a man. You got a hundred bucks?

I do, Mr. Cole.

Just.

All right, I'll find him.

Where is he?

Here.

All right, I'll go find him.

We. I'm coming with you, Mr. Cole.

You can come along as far as Greely's Outpost

but I ain't taking you into Indian territory,

I can tell you that much.

You're damn lucky I'll go in there.

Well, let's just see about that when we get there.

- Shall we go? - All right.

Oh, Sheriff Jackson,

is it all right if Mr. Cole leaves now?

Get him the fuck out of here!

Excuse my French, ma'am.

That is not French, sir.

- Apparently, Mr. Cole, you can leave now. - Let's get.

- Morning, folks. - Morning.

What can I do you for?

Well, tell the man your husband's name.

My husband is named Earl Eriksson

and he has a mining claim outside Greely's trading post.

Yep, Lucky's Mine. I'll get the grant.

- You sure knew right where that was. - Well, sure.

- Everybody knows Lucky. - Have you seen him lately?

Can't say that I have.

Used to be he'd come into town about once a month

and raise holy hell for a few days

until the Sheriff threw him in the pokey.

Then he'd go back to his mine, but he ain't been around for a while.

- How long? - About three months, I'd say.

That's what Mrs. Greely's letter said, three months.

Here it is.

That'll be 50 cents please.

Well, pay the man.

- Much obliged, ma'am. - My pleasure, sir.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Lucky Eriksson's wife, huh.

Let's just hope she don't find him.

What happened?

Indians. There were thousands of them.

It was a damn butchery. I ain't never seen anything like it.

I was the only one to make it out.

Where did it happen?

Out past Greely's Outpost.

Those Indians are having a war.

Don't you get cold, Mr. Cole?

- Not really. - You're like my son, only he's six.

- What do you mean? - Sometimes he goes outside naked in the winter.

- It's good for you. - Yeah, that's what I hear.

People in Sweden break holes in the ice

and go swimming in the winter.

Yeah, I've done it.

But it ain't my favorite.

So, where do you hail from, Mr. Cole?

Missouri Independence, ma'am.

The plumb center of all these here United States.

How about you?

Red Cloud, Nebraska.

- Is that near Omaha? - No, as a matter of fact, it's not.

It's about 450 miles southwest of Omaha.

Well, I've been to Omaha.

Really? What did you think?

Well, I met this redheaded gal there in a saloon.

She was one of the most feisty fillies I ever done rode.

- What was that? - I...

Uh... is Red Cloud near Lincoln?

No, it is not. It is 300 miles southwest of Lincoln.

- Is that near anything? - Nope.

The only town of any size at all near Red Cloud

is Hastings, which is a hundred miles due north.

- It's really not near shit. - Not near what?

Not near anything.

Well, you sure know your directions.

Yes, Mr. Cole, I do.

How many folks do you got there in Hastings?

I believe there are 2,500 people there.

And, although a scoundrel,

Colonel D.T. Hastings of the St. Joseph

and Grand Island Railroad did a service to the town

when he ran the railroad through Adams County.

That's still a hundred miles away from Red Cloud.

Yes.

Sounds like lonesome country.

It's dam...

darn lonesome.

You meant damn lonesome, didn't you?

- No, I did not. - Yeah, you did, damn lonesome.

You can't swear, can you?

I certainly can, and any time I want to.

- Well, go ahead, show me. - Okay.

Uh...

- Dang. - That's it, dang?

Holy moley.

Are you a married man, Mr. Cole?

- I was. - Did your wife pass away?

Nah, she left me for another fella.

A friend of mine, if you want to know the truth.

I take it you're not friends anymore.

Nah.

Not with either of 'em.

But that was way back in Independence,

and that was a long way away, a long time ago.

Do you ever get lonesome, Mr. Cole?

Sometimes. How about you?

Sometimes.

No, often.

Yeah, well, actually, me too.

I try and work as much as I can.

Keeps my mind off of things.

Me too.

I work my fingers to the bone

dawn to dusk everyday, seven days a week.

And it helps too.

Yeah, but you don't kill people for a living.

That's right, I forgot.

I never do.

How long ago did this husband of yours skedaddle?

When our boy Alex was born

and he is six years old.

I have a girl too, she's ten years old.

Her name's Willa after my grandma.

So he don't even know his own son?

No.

You, pardon my French, ma'am, but

that husband of yours is a lowdown, no good, dirty varmint

as far as I can reckon.

Well, maybe Lucky's tired of running around

and he is ready to settle down.

Yeah, could be.

Have you any kids, Mr. Cole?

- No. - Why not?

Just never got around to it, I suppose.

But if I had me a boy, I wouldn't leave him.

I'd take him with me everywhere I go.

To help you kill people?

Now, look, I went and forgot about it,

but no, I wouldn't do that.

- I'd get another job. - And what might that be?

- Why, I'd be a singer. - Hmm.

Ah, you didn't know I had a purdy singing voice?

- Oh, do you now? - I do.

Want to hear a song?

Why wouldn't I?

♪ Jack of diamonds jack of diamonds ♪

♪ I know you of old

♪ You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold ♪

♪ It's a whiskey, you villain

♪ You've been my downfall

♪ You've kicked me you've cuffed me ♪

♪ But I will love you for all

♪ It's a whiskey, rye whiskey

♪ Rye whiskey I try

♪ If I don't get rye whiskey

♪ I think I would die, yee-hah

What's that?

Coyote. Just a lonesome coyote

howling at the moon.

What's Independence like?

It's like being free.

Going anywhere you want to go,

doing anything you want to do.

No, I mean the town.

Oh.

Well, it's kind of like a farm town, really.

It ain't too far outside of St. Louis and Kansas City.

There's just plenty to do and see,

if you know what I mean.

I don't really even know what you mean.

Well, better get some sleep.

You're going to need it.

Good night, Mr. Cole.

Good night, Mrs. Eriksson.

Pleasant dreams.

You too.

Still, still!

The Indians are coming.

Go this way.

- Whoa, whoa. - The Indian are coming!

What's going on?

The Indians, they are massacring each other

and anyone who gets in their way.

The Pawnee, they are going so crazy,

they are using human sacrifice in their rituals.

Especially the young Cheyenne women.

Ya, it was the most horrible thing

we have ever seen.

Don't go there, please.

I have to find my husband.

I'm so sorry, ma'am, but he's probably dead now.

Don't go there.

I have to!

- So? - So what?

Well, you want to keep going?

Of course.

Mr. Cole?

Would you like to ride in my wagon with me?

Much obliged, ma'am.

If you don't mind, Mr. Cole, my Christian name is Alice.

Please use it.

I do not like ma'am, it's short for madam,

which may well be the name of an owner

of a sporting house or some such terrible thing.

Terrible, eh?

All right, Alice.

My name's Emmett.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Emmett.

Shall we go?

Why not?

Thank you.

Move it, Pepper.

Highwaymen, thieves of the road.

Give us all you got!

Yeah, everything!

Don't make us kill you!

We wouldn't want to make you do anything like that.

What is it you want, anyway?

Valuables. Any kind of valuables.

You mean stuff that's worth something, right?

Right, right. Stuff that's worth stuff.

Well, I've got two things that are worth stuff.

- What's that? - I've got these.

Let's get going.

- Aren't you going to bury 'em? - Fuck 'em.

Let the wolves eat 'em.

Come on.

Come on, Pepper.

So, Alice, what's your maiden name?

- Nykvist. - What's that?

It's from Sweden but I was born in Red Cloud.

Is that a big town?

Red Cloud is not.

And Sweden is in Northern Europe

near Norway and Finland.

Huh.

- What town are your folks from? - Goteborg.

Goteborg, is that a big town?

I've never been there, but yes, from what I hear it is a big town.

Over a 100,000 people as my folks tell me.

Ooh, yeah, sure is a big town.

That's as big as Kansas City.

Is Independence near Kansas City?

Nope.

400 miles as the crow flies.

Yes, everything in America is far apart,

but then again, everything in Sweden is far apart

as they tell me too.

It sure is.

- It's a damn big country. - You can say that again.

Okay, it's a damn big country.

Thank you.

Do you ever feel like you're all alone

in the universe?

Hell, all the time.

Me too.

Sometimes I'll be plowing the field

or doing the dishes,

and then I'll drift off

and I'm all alone in the world.

No husband, no kids, no nobody.

I spent most of my life alone

underneath the stars.

I try not to think about it too much.

Nope, me neither.

You going to eat those crumbs?

I'll take 'em.

Here, let me show you how to fish.

Mr. Cole, I know how to fish.

No, you don't. Gals don't know how to fish.

Surely you jest, sir.

Hell no. This is, this is something you got to know.

Here, let me show you.

And what, might I ask, are you using for bait?

Oh, well, I guess I forgot about that.

I'll just go dig me up some worms.

How about this?

- Where'd you get that? - It fell into my lap

so I put it into my pocket.

Oh.

I guess that'll work, I suppose.

It might.

As opposed to a bare hook.

Good point.

Watch this.

- Smells good. - Yup.

Nobody's ever cooked for me before.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Never, not once.

But you're a grown man.

So they tell me.

So, you cook for this varmint of a husband of yours?

I prefer that you not refer to him that way.

But yes, I cooked for him and the kids

three times a day.

Until he left, that is.

He ever tell you he liked your cooking?

Nope.

He never did.

Your cooking any good?

I don't know, Mr. Cole.

Suppose you'll have to find out for yourself.

Call me Emmett, please.

Okay, Emmett.

Chow time, as you cowboys euphemistically say.

Hot damn! So hungry I can eat a cow.

No doubt. But tonight, a fish will have to suffice.

If you say so.

Yes, Emmett, I do.

Oh, shit.

What's wrong?

Ain't no fun killing people.

No, I expect not.

I've even killed a few people who didn't deserve to die, just 'cause they got in my way.

Just life, I guess.

Did you regret that?

No, I ain't, I ain't got no regrets.

None that I could think of.

None that I want to think about right now anyway.

Well, we should get some shuteye.

I suppose so.

Well, yeah. I spent most of my life out on the sun.

Greetings, my friend.

Cole.

You found woman?

No, no, no. No, I'm out looking for her husband.

A fellow named Lucky Eriksson.

Him digging in mine?

That's him.

Good luck.

You still want Squaw?

Uh, not now, later.

But we already make deal.

Uh-huh. Yeah, but we'll talk about it later, okay?

- Peace, brother. - Peace to you, Howling Wolf.

So you made a deal to purchase an Indian Squaw?

I was just shopping.

See anything you like?

- Not really. - Then why did you make a deal?

- I didn't. - But you intend to?

Can we just keep going?

Whatever you say, Mr. Cole.

You're in charge.

Let's go, Pepper.

Whoa.

- Here we are. - Indeed we are.

Maybe we'll get some word about Lucky.

Maybe so.

- How you doing, old codger? - How am I doing?

Are you fucking joking?

Everything up in here hurts.

Did I mention that I spit up snot?

Well, I do. And this thumb, well, don't even get me started on that.

Haven't had a good shit in three weeks.

Been waiting, my asshole's on fire.

Ooh, and the Indians are attacking.

We're all hightailing the holy hell out of here as fast as we can get.

- What's your problem? - Nothing.

Excuse me for asking.

Okay then. Why don't you just fuck off?

Let's... let's fuck off, shall we?

Colorful characters around here.

Howdy, folks.

- Good to see you all. - How's it going?

- Settle down. - Just trying to make some friends.

Don't try too hard.

What can I do you for?

My name is Alice Eriksson.

And my husband...

Lucky Eriksson, course!

You said you was coming though

I can't believe you's actually here.

I am.

Well, we ain't seen him in at least three months.

Honey, how long has it been since we've seen

- Lucky around here? - Long, about three or four months now.

He usually comes in here every month for supplies.

With that, uh, Indian gal.

Seemed strange, he, um, hasn't been here a long time.

And, well, that's why I writ ya.

Indian gal?

Yeah, cute little thing.

She helps him with the mine and such.

Oh, she does now, does she?

- Yep. - All the folks is leaving here,

they say there's an Indian war?

There is. But we ain't leaving.

By god they can't run us out.

So, what do you say?

Ain't nobody seen him or his Indian gal for three months.

So, what do you want to do?

Go after him.

Why?

He's my husband, goddammit.

Okay, but this is where you stay until I come back with your husband.

- Can't I go with you? - No, you cannot.

You stay here, honey.

We'll look after you.

- I'll see you later. - Make sure you do.

You still got that photograph?

I'll go get him.

Yes, I suppose you will.

We done heard tell of that Emmett Cole before.

They say he always gets his man.

That figures.

Where is everybody?

What's on fire?

Cheyenne squaw, most probably.

It's Indians for sure. Let's get.

Ma, Pa, Indians!

Alice, for God sakes, get down!

Eugh!

We got to give up.

They's going to kill us!

We got to take our chances now, woman, whatever they is.

Peace, brothers. We surrender.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

Greetings, friend. Emmett Cole, your wife sent me.

Very glad to make your acquaintance.

Your timing's impressive.

Whoa.

- Cole. - Howling Wolf.

Good to see you again.

Is this the husband?

Yup. I found him.

You leave your woman?

Yeah, to come work this mine.

You find gold?

Not yet.

How long you been digging?

Most of three years now.

But I'm close.

I can feel it.

Any man that fights the Pawnee,

the Cheyenne's enemy

is friends of the Cheyenne.

Cole? We will meet again.

No doubt.

Whoa, don't shoot her!

She's a good Indian, I bought her.

She helps me with the mine.

Tell your wife that.

She's waiting for you back at Greely's.

Okay, you're free.

Scat!

But where should I go?

- Go home. - They won't take me back, you bought me.

Well, I'm giving you back. Now go, get on, get on here!

So, you think you're some kind of special shit

- 'cause you're good-looking? - Don't got to be very good looking

to be better looking than you. Boy, you about as ugly as a mule's asshole.

Where'd you find yourself a Christian squaw?

She ain't no Christian.

I gave her that crucifix.

And she helps you with the mine?

Yeah, she does anything I tell her.

- Anything? - Yup, anything.

Nice work if you can get it.

Come on, go, go, come on, go, go.

Ah, fuck.

Oh, holy fuck.

They got the women as hostages, they got Alice.

Alice?

Since when did you get on a first name basis with my wife?

Come here looking for you, asshole, remember?

So, tough guy, what are we going to do now?

Well, we better go get them

if you ever want to see them again.

Shouldn't we bury these bodies or something?

Ain't got no time but the wolves are scavenging,

just probably take care of the problem for us.

Anyway, let's get. Yah.

Go, get, come on, go, get, come on.

So, what's really going on

between you and Alice?

Shut the fuck up.

Psh. That ain't no answer.

Come on, partner, don't bullshit me.

Keep it up, shitface, I'll make you sorry you was ever born.

Mighty bold talk.

You still didn't answer my question. Have you humped her?

Partner, you must be taking stupid pills.

- I'm just looking for an answer, though. - Okay, I got an answer for you.

Got 'em.

Yeah, so what?

What do you mean, so what?

Them's Pawnee braves, they're crazy!

They'll kill anything. They, they kill women.

Yeah, they will, and they got Alice,

and they probably got that little bitch of yours too.

Little Cloud.

Yeah, her.

Okay, so what do we do?

- We go get 'em! - Right.

- How? - Follow me, Jesus.

[women shrieking

Shit.

You got a plan?

Yeah, but it ain't pretty.

Wait here.

Here, take that.

You take that and you

throw that in the center of all that shit.

But way away from the women.

Like, say, that little fire over there.

What are you going to do?

I'll deal with everything else.

Give me about two minutes.

One Kentucky, two Kentucky, three Kentucky.

Hey, assholes, fuck you!

- Thank you. - Your welcome.

Get out of here!

Is that better?

What the hell's going on with you two?

What's going on between you and her?

She helps me with the mine.

No doubt.

Get out, get, get out of here!

Oh, my baby, my baby!

Oh, my god, oh!

Let's go, let's go.

Whoa.

What are you two doing?

Rebuilding.

Alice.

I ain't coming back to the farm.

I ain't made a cent out here.

I'm a failure.

I hear men are striking it rich out in the gold fields of California.

And by God, that's for me.

Have you forgotten, Earl,

that you have a farm, two children, and a wife?

I ain't no farmer, Alice.

You knew that when you married me.

You're doing a great job taking care of everything.

And I love you for it.

And I'm sorry.

But I ain't coming back.

I love you.

And give my best to the kids.

Whoa, come on.

So, how long do you think it'll take him

to meet up with that little Indian squaw?

The one with the crucifix?

What do you suppose he sees?

I don't know.

- She's young and she's purdy. - She's just a little bit of a thing.

She's just a baby.

Yeah, he don't care.

Do you care?

Well...

I like my women fully grown, if you know what I mean.

I mean, if you ain't got nothing to talk about,

what's the point?

Not as long.

I got my story to tell and...

I need a gal who's got her own story to tell.

You know, I've been thinking.

Here, take half your money back.

No. You got your man.

Yeah, but he didn't stick around, so...

Besides how are you going to get across the country broke?

Here, go ahead, take it.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

So, you need me to travel with you as far as Fort Collins?

No, thank you.

I found my way here. I can certainly find my way back.

I am a strong woman.

You certainly are.

I'll be damned, look at that.

- Pepper. - Pepper!

So, you've never been to Red Cloud, Nebraska, have you?

No, ma'am, I haven't.

Omaha once, but...

as I mentioned earlier.

Well, it's awful pretty.

Damn pretty.

I bet it is.

Anybody ever tell you you're pretty?

When I was younger.

Well, you are.

That's a fact.

Anyway, anyway, go on with your story.

Richest soil in the country.

- You can grow anything there. - Anything?

Just about.

But it gets awful cold in the winter time.

Sometimes it's hard to keep warm there.

It's like that most everywhere I've been.

Well, if you ever get out there, Emmett,

you make sure to look me up.

If I'm ever out that way, I most certainly will.

- Ma'am. - Not ma'am, Alice.

Yes, of course, Alice.

See you later?

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