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When we last spoke,
you called me a coward.

Now I do not see the Lord's
way as a violent one,

but I did pray for you.

I prayed that you
would survive the war

in the stand for righteousness.

I write you now for your help.

I see how action must sometimes
be taken to right terrible wrongs.

There are bad men here

terrorizing this good community.

I have taken a stand and
have paid a price for it.

Reverend McCord?

Miss Ginny. May I help you?

I need to talk.

Well, it is rather late.

And I fear it may not be very proper.

I want to quit this life.

I'm ashamed of who I am.

Of what I've become.

Miss Ginny, God forgives us
our sins when we recognize them.

That sounds good and all, but how?

How am I gonna get away from Reb?

He says he owns me.

He'll never let me go.

Miss Ginny, if you give
yourself over to the Lord,

and he will take care of you.

And I will stand with you.

I want to believe you, Thomas.

You just have faith.

Miss-Miss Ginny, please. Please stop.

Okay.

We can talk more in the morning.

But you get yourself on home safe now.

Well, ain't this a sight?

Red, it's nothing. We was just...

We was just talking is all.

Miss Ginny came for spiritual guidance.

That's what you call it?

Nothing happened, Reb.

This here is a house of God,

and I will you kindly ask you to leave.

- Aaah!
- Reb, stop it.

- Get on home, Ginny.
- Baby, please, don't...

Get!

You done mess up, Preacher.

Nothing happened, Reb.

That one's from me.

And that one's from the mayor.

The mayor?

I believe you were told to keep your
goddamn nose out of his business.

You should play along.

But no, you got to be
all high-and-mighty.

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil:

for thou art with me;

thy rod and thy staff shall comfort me.

See you on the other side, Reverend.

Help me!

Help me!

Strap him up.

Help me!

What is this man's crime?

Well, can't you see for yourself?

Crime of niggerdom.

Ain't you heard? War's over.

You lost.

The war's over when I say it's over.

My counsel to you is that you
get back on that horse of yours

before I strap you to this here pole.

Untie the nigger.

- What's your name, son?
- Abraham, sir.

You go on home, Abraham.

Thank you, sir.

My name is James McCord,

but my friends call me "Marshal."

We gonna have a problem?

No, Marshal. No problem.

Whiskey.

Ah. One more.

Nice hat.

Thank you.

I want it.

Excuse me?

I said that I want it.

I'm sure you can get one for yourself.

I want that one.

Not gonna happen.

Unless you wanna die for this hat,

I suggest you pick up your
friend and leave me to my drink.

Anyone here tell me where the church is?

No one?

No one knows where the church is.

Head back down the road
to the edge of town.

You won't find much, but you can't miss it.

If any of y'all see the Reverend McCord,

you tell him his brother's looking for him.

It's a tragic thing.

Man of the cloth burnin'
to death like that.

He had plenty of chances.

Yeah.

Well, accidents happen.

You know, when I first come out here,

there was open space far as you could see.

Wild country for the takin'.

Some folks call it "God's country."

Well... Well, I say

not even God's gonna stop
me from taking my share.

What about blood?

What's that supposed to mean?

Preacher's brother rode into town.

- Really?
- I've seen his type before.

A dog looking for a bone.

And he's a marshal.

He's a US Marshal.

You saying that...

he might not buy the fact
that his brother's death was...

accidental?

It could be that...

accidents run in the family.

Yeah, I reckon they may.

Hey, why don't you get yourself a Colt?

You know they're more reliable?

My daddy give me this
gun. It suits me fine.

Why don't you worry about that US Marshal.

"...because he maketh intercession for
the saints according to the will of God.

And we know that all things work
together for good to them that love God,

to them who are the called
according to his purpose.

For whom he did foreknow,
he also did predestinate

to be conformed to the image of his son,

that he might be the
firstborn among many brethren."

Whoa.

How can I help you, sir?

This is my brother's church.

I'm lookin' for him.

That'll be all for today, children.

Thank you, ladies.

I'm Melissa.

James McCord.

Let me take you to him.

I'm so sorry, little brother.
I should have come sooner.

You didn't know?

Did I ask you where my
dead brother was buried?

I'm sorry. I...

It's not your fault.

"Dear James,

When we last spoke, you called me a coward.

I do not see the Lord's
way as a violent one,

but I did pray for you."

I prayed that you
would survive the war

in the stand for righteousness.

I write you now for your help.

I see how action must sometimes
be taken to right terrible wrongs.

There are bad men here
terrorizing this good community.

I have taken a stand and
have paid a price for it.

"I fear for my life.

I beseech you, come quickly.

Help drive this evil away.

Your brother, Thomas."

Are you a sheriff?

US Marshal.

Do you know how my brother died?

They found his body in
the church after it burned.

There are bad men in this town,

and he did stand up against them.

Does the Word not say

that the righteous and the
meek shall inherit the earth?

But tell me this.

When is it time to just pray?

Yes, the good book tells us, and I quote,

"Must not we look the other way?"

But it also tells us
that there is a time...

a time for everything.

I am but one man, but I will not look away.

I see who the thieves are,
and I call them out. There.

There, my brothers and my sisters,
there are the servants of darkness.

Stand with me, my brothers and my sisters.

We can rid this town of their evil.

I will find out what
happened to my brother.

If there was foul play,
someone will pay for it.

Do you have a place to stay?

Thought I'd camp out.

We have a small bunkhouse
out by our stables.

It's not much to pride yourself on,

but you're welcome to stay there.

I don't want to impose, ma'am.

No imposition, I assure you.

Thank you very kindly.

It's settled then.

Hey! Hey, hey, you clumsy oaf.
Have a care there, will ya?

Goddamn.

Gus, open that up.

Uh-huh. Where are the guns?

They're in the next shipment.

All right. Close it up.

You, get some canvas over that.

Don't want them getting wet.

Goddamn.

Tom was always best with wits.

He, uh... He thought things through.

I'm more of a take action kind of man.

Well, we all appreciated how he clarified

the Good Lord's word for us simple folk.

I wouldn't call you simple, ma'am.

Thank you, kind sir.

Melissa used to teach Bible lessons
to the children before Thomas arrived.

She recites chapter and verse in her sleep.

Stop it, Papa. You're embarrassing me.

I saw it firsthand when I met her.

Sometimes all people have is their faith.

Thomas was always praying.

Praying for something.
I never understood it.

If you want something, just
go get it. Why pray about it?

How do you think Thomas died?

We found his remains in the embers
at the church after the fire.

I understand they found his burned body,

but why didn't he try to escape?

They say he got drunk and
knocked over a lamp or something.

And you believe that?

No.

Thomas wasn't a drinker.

In fact, he'd always say good
night when the drinking got heavy.

You mentioned that he thought Mayor Pierce

might be behind some
of the trouble in town.

You think he could've had something
to do with my brother's death?

Yes. I do.

Tell me.

Men say before the war,

Pierce made his money as a slave trader.

When the war started, many
headed east, but he stayed behind.

Bought himself a position of power in town.

He hired Reb and his band of
ex-Confederate soldiers as enforcers

and bullied his way
into the mayor's office.

How would he be able to get
away with something like that?

Who could stop him?

This is a small town, Marshal.

Anyone with any influence he hired.

When the war ended,

people came back and the town grew.

Reb brought some of
his mercenaries to town,

and that's when things got real bad.

Anyone who stood up to Reb
or the mayor disappeared.

Your brother wasn't the first.

I don't buy for a minute he got
drunk and tipped over a lamp.

No, something happened to him.

I'm not leaving till I figure out what.

This was your brother's.

After the fire, I found it in the embers.

I remember this day.

We hated standing still for so long.

Our mother.

Long time ago.

Her wedding ring.

She didn't want to be buried with it.

She wanted one of us to have
it for when the time comes.

It's beautiful.

Journal.

Did either of you know he kept this?

No, I didn't.

Well, it's getting late.

I think I'll be calling it an evening.

- Good night, Daddy.
- Good night.

Good night, James.

Is she okay?

It's been tough.

Her husband was killed at Antietam.

Shortly after, she lost her
son, my grandson, to diphtheria.

- Sorry to hear that.
- She's getting on though.

Little better every day.

Let's see what you have
to tell me, little brother.

The West. A land full
of promise for many.

For me, it is the land of destiny.

Though I left a good
life full of potential,

God's calling was stronger.

I am convinced that the
mayor is behind all of this.

Our community has been without any
form of law for more than a few years.

Melissa Collins came by
just after the Reb incident.

Such a lovely girl.

I followed the mayor to an
abandoned mine filled with weapons.

I drew a map to the location.

Reb ain't gonna wanna hear that
you ain't got the money today, boy.

Like I said, sir, things
have been slow lately.

- Mm-hmm.
- A couple army officers

asked if I could tend to their horses
next week and maybe fix a few things.

That ain't gonna solve the problem
we have here today now, is it?

Put the gun down. Tell me what's going on.

Business. It ain't none of yours.

Making it mine.

We know who you are. You better
learn yourself who we are.

You gonna pay these men when you can?

Yes, sir.

Well, there you have it.

That's all you'll get
today. Get out of here.

Son of a bitch.

Thank you.

- How can I repay you?
- Take a look at my horse.

We've been on the trail a long
time. Might need tending to.

You saved my son, Abraham.

Anything you need, it's on me.

Man should be paid for his work.

Thank you.

You know your taxes have to be paid,

or there will be consequences.

How am I supposed to feed my family?

That's a problem you need to figure out.

Please.

That's enough, boys.
Let's not do this again.

Just put it down. Gently.

And back away.

This ain't over.

You can't just be coming
in someone else's town

acting like you own the place.

Well, that's ironic, ain't it?

So why don't you and your...
partner clear on out of here.

You're a blessing from heaven.

Don't be so sure about that.

Hey, cowboy. Want to have a good time?

No, thank you, ma'am.

Whiskey.

Give me two more.

Thank you.

Mind if I join you?

Thanks.

Wanted to introduce myself.

No need, Marshal.

Yeah, I guess I'm not surprised.

Listen, Captain, I may need your help.

I don't see how that's possible.

It's our mission to keep this country
safe. Yours is to keep the peace.

You and I both know it's not
always that cut-and-dried.

Where were you stationed?

Gettysburg. 20th Maine.

War could've been lost

if you boys hadn't held back
the Confederates like you did.

North and South.

You can say it was that simple,

but it was just a bunch of kids
killing each other... Americans.

You boys at Gettysburg too?

Second Bull Run, Antietam, Fredericksburg.

Here's to them all.

Amen.

What's this about? Got something
to do with your brother, I assume.

I ain't got nothing solid yet,

but he was fixing to bring some
things to light in this town.

We have eyes on the
mayor for our own reasons.

However, those reasons do
not include family disputes.

But seeing as how we're dealing
with enemies of the state...

Quantrill's Raiders and all...

might be able to do a
little something for you.

Do not come to me without hard evidence.

I cannot jeopardize our mission just to
help you with your revenge, you understand.

Yes, sir, I do.

Excuse me, Mayor.

That reverend's brother is a problem.

Which means what?

He kept us from collecting
rent from the blacksmith

and from the Trumble store today.

Lord, why have you seen fit

to surround me with a pack
of imbeciles and morons?

Well, you told us not to use
our guns and draw on folks,

so what are we supposed to do?

Well, now I'm telling you...

get off my porch.

Get out of my sight!

Go on.

This McCord character,

he can't be allowed to
interfere with my business.

He's like a...

disease.

Could be contagious.

Gonna have to be dealt with.

So what you wanna do about it?

Well...

Put some men on him. Not those two idiots.

Pick two other idiots.

- See what he's up to.
- I'll handle it.

I've fed you all. Don't
act like you didn't get any.

Shoo now.

Oh.

Morning. I didn't see you standing there.

The morning sun in your hair glows.

Looks kind of like a halo.

Well, I'm no angel, that's for sure.

That ain't the word around town.

Listen, I found some
things in Thomas's journal.

Might prove the mayor is up to no good.

What did you find?

This map. Points to a cache.

The journal says it's full
of stolen weapons and money.

I don't know how to read this. I
don't recognize any of the terrain.

When Tom and I were kids,
we used to play Indian scout.

We'd draw these maps to
help settlers get out west.

We drew them in code so
if they were ever stolen,

bad guys wouldn't know how to use them.

See, the symbol for North.

That's a pond and some trees.

Point is,

I can use that map to find
the mayor's supply cache.

I'll go with you.

No, there's no telling
what I'll find up there.

If something happens to me,

I need you to find Captain Lewis

and give him that translated map.

His base is just outside
of town. Only Captain Lewis.

I know where this is.

It's an old abandoned
mine. I can take you there.

No, I need you here.

Okay.

Only Captain Lewis now.

Someone shot out the
lock. Let's check it out.

- Well, can you read?
- Yes, sir.

Then read it to me.

"Mayor Pierce, our armory
at Sawtooth is heavy

and we have recruited over 400 men
thus far ready to do what is necessary.

In addition, we have recruited 200
soldiers from Virginia and Kentucky

ready to come and fight for your territory.

Please confirm that you have
prepared ample accommodations.

Sincerely, Mayor J.W. Cooter."

Damn, son.

You read good.

And you are the bearer of glad tidings.

I want you to bring Mayor
Cooter a message from me.

I want you to say to him, you see,

"J.W., thank you for this inspiring"...

Yeah, that's all right. Don't
knock. Just walk right in.

- You got something to say?
- Yeah.

Son, step outside. Close the door.

Yeah, yeah, just... Just have a seat.

The boys saw the preacher's
brother ride out of town today.

Word is he was heading North.

Out of town as in "for good"?

It's hard to say.

Did they follow him?

Nope. Don't know where he went.

I would call that completely
useless information, wouldn't you?

By the time they got word to
me, the marshal was long gone.

I thought it'd be best
for them to sit tight,

wait for his return.

That's what you thought?

Reb, I want you to listen to me.

You see...

you're not educated.

You're not an intelligent
man. In fact, you're stupid.

You are a stupid man.

You are a hired thug who shoots people.

You cannot offer me anything I
cannot buy one hundred times over.

You understand?

Whoa. Yeah, I hear ya.

Therefore,

I do not want to know what
you think about anything ever.

I pay you to do what I think,

and right now I think you're
forgetting who's running this show.

See, this ain't your town, son.

This town belongs to me.

I'm the mayor.

And that's just the start.

So don't you dare presume to
bite the hand that feeds you,

lest you find yourself dying of starvation.

Savvy?

Sorry.

Won't happen again.

Hey, let's say that that...
marshal does come back, huh?

I want you to have a chat with him.

I want you to persuade him that it's
time for him to leave this town forever.

Yeah, what if he won't be persuaded?

Well, then he's gonna have an accident.

Now, let's not forget, he is a US Marshal.

I don't want an investigation.

So when I say "accident,"
Reb, I mean "accident."

That's all.

Hey, Reb.

Ask that bright young fella
to step back in here, will ya?

I'm so glad you're safe.

Um, well, I found it. It's all true.

There's enough guns and TNT
over there to start a war.

Do you think the captain will help us?

Let's hope so.

You're gonna give me a goddamn headache.

One of you imbeciles spit
out what you's tryin' to spit.

- You go.
- Someone found the mine, boss.

Three of ours got taken out.

Enough's enough.

- Whoa, whoa.
- Get the horse some water.

Yes, sir.

What brings you out here, McCord?

I followed a map my brother drew.

Leads to an abandoned mine that's full
of rifles, powder kegs, stolen gold.

- He's planning something big, Captain.
- How many rifles?

Fifty, maybe 60 crates.

You know why the army sent
me here to this hellhole?

This area's not entirely under the
jurisdiction of the United States government,

and there are concerns in Washington.

We have information that there are
rogue elements from the Confederacy

that's not willing to accept Mr. Lincoln
and his Emancipation Proclamation.

- That would explain the influx of ex-Confederates in the area.
- Precisely.

For these men, the war isn't over.

We'll investigate the mine,

and we'll commandeer anything we
feel is connected to this uprising.

But I cannot point blame at Mayor Pierce

unless you have proof of his
connection to this alleged arsenal.

Hey, McCord.

What do you want?

I got some information about your brother.

Don't waste my time, Ginny.

Oh. You know me now, do you?

You're Reb's whore. What information?

Not out here in the open.

They might see us. Over here.

I don't have all night.

- I just need a few minutes.
- Ginny.

Do you have information for me or not?

Here it comes now.

Sorry, James.

I would love to shoot you in
your goddamn face right now.

But the boss says to
give you one more chance

to go back to wherever you came
from and forget about this place.

That's not gonna happen.

I was hoping you'd say
that. Cover him, boys.

You're gonna leave this town,

on the horse or in a maple box,
it makes no nevermind to me.

Pick him up.

How's that?

You getting the message yet, Marshal?

What's up there, Yankee?
Can't hear you. Spit it out.

What you sayin'?

You smell like horse shit.

All right, that's enough.

Tough sumbitch.

Let's go, boys.

Come on, boy.

Take me home.

Hey there, Marshal. You're safe now.

Relax. You need your rest.

Yeah, I'm sure he was
breathing when we left him.

Well, let's hope it inspires his departure.

He'll be down a spell.

Give us some time to focus on business.

No, no.

Let's let the dust settle for a day or so.

Give the townsfolk time to digest

and reflect on what happens
to heroes in my town.

I'm going to bed.

Shut the door on your way out.

Thank you.

Of course.

I don't want you to end up like Thomas.

Thomas and I were always very different.

As a US Marshal, all I knew was death,

thieves and killers.

Then the war broke out.

In a land torn apart by
hatred, he preached love.

While men were getting beaten and
hanged, he preached forgiveness.

When the world was at its
cruelest, he preached compassion.

That ain't me.

There's no forgiveness here.

Thomas was a good man.

Guess what I'm trying to say
is I'm not gonna end up like him

because I am not like him.

Do you want to try and stand up?

Take a few steps?

- Use me, all right?
- Yeah.

Take your time. Go slow.

Go slow.

There you go.

You all right?

And who knows what David
used to bring the giant down?

- April.
- A rock.

That's right. You are so smart.

You're blocking my light.

Hey, Reb, you are familiar with this book,

Democracy in America
by Alexis de Tocqueville?

Can't say I am.

Oh. Well, it's damn fascinating.

I mean, this man, a Frenchman,

he, uh, well, he traveled all across
this country after the revolution.

He wrote just the most
marvelous words about America.

You don't say.

I don't say what?

That a Frenchman traveled the country

and wrote good stuff about America and all.

No, I did say that.

Never mind. I got news.

There was a shoot-out at the old
mine. A few of my boys got cut down.

- Really?
- Yeah.

My condolences. Who did it?

Can't say for sure.

Let me rephrase that. Do you
think that the marshal did it?

- I can't say.
- You just said that.

Anything missing?

Don't look like anything's missing.

You are head of security for me,

and I got to tell you, I'm not feeling
all that damn secure these days.

If the marshal is behind this,

it puts us in a damned
unfortunate situation.

With my hands tied, there is
only so much that I can do.

Well, for once you're right. Yeah.

Yeah.

This town cannot afford
to have another martyr,

particularly not a US Marshal.

Raise your right hand.

Now, do you solemnly swear

to uphold the rightful
duties of sheriff of our town?

Definitely not.

Just say "Yes, I do."

- You're shittin' me.
- Say yes or you're fired.

Fine. I do.

But this here is just
temporary. I got a reputation.

Congratulations, Sheriff.

I think you might want to deputize
a few of your, uh, colleagues.

If you do harbor

dreams of becoming the
next head of security

for the first president
of the Western Republic,

you will deal with this
marshal situation pronto.

Will do.

Countin' on you.

I'd been a US Marshal for a couple years.

I was up in Massachusetts,

so I joined up with the 12th Mass,

marched off to fight evil.

He chose to head out west. Preach the word.

His version of fighting evil, I reckon.

But at the time, I
thought it was cowardice.

Running away from the hard work

of putting the country back together,

putting an end to slavery.

Oh. Tsk.

Got a splinter.

May I?

Found it.

All better?

Yeah.

What is it?

When I was, uh, reading Thomas's journal,

I came across some passages... about you.

I thought there might be.

What would you like to know?

Were you... close,

the... two of you?

Why do you ask, Marshal?

Are you warm on me?

Get behind me.

Please give me a reason.

What do you want?

Sorry to break up your little moment.

There was a moment, right?

But you are under arrest

for the attempted rape
of one Miss Ginny Post.

What are you up to now, Reb?

The other night we stopped your man here

from having his way with a
respected maiden of this community.

There is no way.

Melissa, are you suggesting that

because Miss Ginny used to be a
prostitute, that that makes it okay?

She never said that,
and I didn't touch her.

Way she tells it, you roughed her up a bit.

You did all sorts of things to her
that even my delicate ears can't handle.

Come to think on it,

your brother, the scum sucker that
he was, he tried the same thing.

Runs in the family, I guess.

You're going to jail. Tie him up.

Oh, my. My, my my.

This is a sad thing.

Ain't this ironic?

You wanna save a nigger? Then
you get to take his place.

I am a US Marshal.

You will catch hell for this.

Already been there. Wasn't impressed.

Ready, boy?

Not sharp enough for you?

Aaah!

Please, sir, this is a mistake.
He is innocent of these charges.

Is he?

Aaah!

I can't be certain of that, ma'am.

Aaah!

All women are to be cherished.

What kind of a message would it send

to the God-fearing people of this town

were I to allow a crime to go unpunished?

Not to mention the hooligans in this town.

I shudder at the thought.

Aaah!

This is your doing.

Yeah, well, you never
really know someone, do you?

I suppose the accusations could be false,

but, of course, that's
for a judge to decide.

In the meantime,

I am obligated to protect
the women of this town,

and, of course...

that includes you, Miss Collins.

Aaah!

Ain't that right, Ginny?

Aaah!

You know,

I never noticed before what a...

remarkably fine figure of a woman you are.

You stop this right now.

This territory is about to
experience a new beginning,

and I'm gonna lead it.

I'm an ambitious man and,

well, it sure would be fine
to have a smart, strong,

beautiful woman at my side.

Your words are of the devil's tongue.

Well, don't you go
flattering me, Miss Collins.

Aaah!

You know what happens to
rapists in this territory.

We hang 'em.

If he was to be cleared of these charges,

well, he'd be free to just go
on doing what he has been doing,

and I got to tell you, that
just doesn't work for me.

Hey.

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

Of course, baby.

There you go.

Thank you.

You know, you're missing the show.

Why don't you come on back out with me?

Let me just, uh, clean myself up for you,

and I'll meet you out there, baby.

Please, I'll do anything.
I'll make him leave.

Well, I guess I could drop the charges.

After all, they were leveled by a whore.

Revolting profession.

Aaah!

That's enough!

Cut him down.

You, uh,

want something before you go?

You know,

you really would make a fine first lady.

You don't fuckin' leave me.

- Reb, no.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

It's over. It's over.

- No.
- Out of our way, ma'am. Up, up, up.

We have to get James out of jail.

He didn't do anything.

What do you expect me to do? Break him out?

They're gonna kill him, Daddy.

We're gonna meet by the old church.

I'll be there.

- I'm gonna need your help.
- You got it.

A group of us are
meetin' by the old church.

Thank you.

Now, y'all know my daughter Melissa,

and I'd like you to hear her out.

Good morning.

There's no stage. There's no church.

No minister.

All that remains is tinder and ash.

A good man did stand here once,

right here where I stand now.

His name was Reverend Thomas McCord.

He wasn't born here.

He owed us nothing.

He only dreamed to see this
town, to see the people in it

reach their full potential.

That's why he died.

But you know that.

Damn us.

Yes, I say damn us.

Where were we

when he stood up against the
tyranny of our oppressors?

Where were we when he pointed his
fingers at the men who steal our homes,

take food from our children's mouths?

Where were we?

Reverend McCord gave his life for us,

and none of us had the
backbone to stand with him.

We let him down.

We let our children down,

and I'm ashamed of that.

Mayor Pierce and his former
Confederate soldier colleagues

intend to claim this
territory as a new republic

and overthrow our president.

Right now he is compiling
an arsenal of weapons,

and he expects more men
to arrive here shortly.

- How do you know this?
- We've seen the weapons.

And Marshal McCord has been working
with the army to uncover their operation.

Marshal McCord's gonna
get himself strung up.

He has the backing of federal troops,

and he's the only man
willing to take on our mayor.

He needs our help.

We are strong enough right
now to do what needs doing.

But when the mayor's reinforcements
arrive, we will be outnumbered,

and if the army intervenes,

then our town will become a battlefield.

I'm not gonna be a slave again.

I moved out west with my boy
to start a new life as free men.

It ain't been easy, but it's
damn sure better than it was.

The marshal, he done save my
boy Abraham from a lashing.

He come to my aid too

when Reb's boys was trying to
burn my hand and shake me down.

And his brother, God rest his soul,

has been there for all
of us, one way or another.

Count me in.

Thank you, Benjamin.

There's some scripture the
reverend used to quote often.

Proverbs 21:15.

"It is joy to the just to do judgment,

but destruction shall come
to the workers of iniquity."

Justice is present.

We just have to let him loose.

It's time we take a stand.

Let's get those sons of bitches.

Anyone willing to help me get
James out of jail, step forward.

- Howdy?
- What you got in the bag?

Well, let's have a little look-see.

My daughter Melissa put together
some things for the marshal.

You do it nice and slow-like.

Yes. Lookee here.

- Fried chicken.
- Sounds like your girlfriend's

done brought us some dinner.

We's might even toss you a bone to suck on.

Oh, lookee here. Apple pie.

Her mother makes the best apple pie.

Boiled eggs.

Oh, some more boiled eggs.

Just put it all back in the
sack there and hand it over.

- Oh, she didn't.
- What?

Put this big ol' gun in
here. Now, you back it up.

Right now, right now.

Go on. Back in there.
Put that gun on the table.

Give me the key.

- Give me the damn key.
- I ain't go it.

"First of these duties...
is to educate democracy...

to reawaken its religious beliefs...

to make an awareness to"...

Sir, there's a ruckus at the jailhouse!

What kind of a ruckus?

- And you're here?
- I came to tell you.

- Get back over there.
- Hyah! Hyah!

Reb, you get on down to that jail
before they break the marshal out.

Won't be that easy without these.

Just get on down there.

Where are the keys?

I ain't got it.

Someone better start
talking. I ain't asking again.

Reb has it.

Thought these might come in handy.

Well, hello there, young
lady. Come take a seat.

There's no time for that. James is in jail.

- Pretty nasty charges against him.
- All false.

Right now my father is trying to
break him out. He needs your help.

You're asking me to help you
break a man out of prison?

Yes, I am.

Thank you.

Please, help them.

Men, stand to horse!

How many of them you got out there?

Two, three, maybe four.

- In other words, you don't know.
- No, I do not.

If we stay here, we're dead.

I'll draw their fire.

When I open this door,
you guys run like hell.

Unload everything you got.

- That's suicide.
- Have a little faith.

Hold your fire.

No one shoots the marshal.

He's mine.

Hold your fire, goddamn it.

Gave me all the excuse I need
to put a bullet in your head.

Rapist.

Holding two sheriff's deputies hostage.

Breaking out of jail. No, sir,
don't get much better than that.

There's good men in here.

You can have me. Just let them go.

Sorry, can't do that.
Accessory to the crime and all.

If I come out shooting, a
lot of your men are gonna die.

Maybe you, Reb.

Maybe.

But I've seen enough death.

I've took enough lives.
If it's my time, so be it.

Doesn't have to be that way.

Give me your word as a soldier
that you'll let these men go,

and you can have me... you win.

This is Mayor Pierce.

You have my word.

You walk out of there peacefully,

I'll honor your request.

I have your word, Mayor?

As a gentleman.

Well, that makes me feel better.

Listen, I'm going out there.

If they drop me, you come out firing.

Don't look back. Get to your families.

I'm coming out!

That's far enough, McCord.

Drop your rifle.

Undo your belt strap, drop it to the floor.

What now?

You know, your brother was brave.

Like you.

Until he wasn't.

He kept pushing and pushing

until he pushed a little too far.

You shut up.

He squealed like a sow
as he burned to death.

Hyah!

- Stratton, you still with me?
- You bet I am!

It's over for you, Marshal.
You're outgunned by 20 men.

Eighteen.

Ben?

Ben?

Look out for my boy. Abraham.

This ain't over yet.

Get your father home. Stay there.

- Wait, I'm coming with you.
- No, sir.

This is something I have to do alone.

Keep her safe.

Be careful.

- Captain.
- Marshal.

- Reb?
- No sign of him.

This map will lead you to the cache.

That's where you'll find the
mayor. I'm going after Reb.

You got a handle on him?

I got an idea.

Thank you.

Took you long enough.

I was busy.

Why didn't you run?

Men like you and me, we don't run.

Why is that?

There's nowhere to run to.

It's all the same.

Blue, gray.

Really don't matter at the end of the day.

We're born, we buy this,

sell that,

die.

That simple.

You came here to die?

We'll see.

This was a nice church.

I used to see folk come in and out of it.

Never understood what they found.

Your brother, for a guy
who never carried a gun,

he was a tough sumbitch.

I admired him.

Funny way of showing it.

Where's the compassion?

Wrong McCord.

Now I am but one man,

but I will not look the other way.

And we will rid the
town of this evil.

Thank you, Brother.

Hey there, little Brother.

See you around.

What you got there?

What's your name, son?

Collins family, this is
Benjamin's son, Abraham.

Abraham, this is the Collins family.

Hi.

Elizabeth.

Stratton and, of course, Melissa.

Hello, Abraham.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

Come on. Let's get you something to drink.

We're, uh, rebuilding the church.

Thanks to you.

Where you heading?

South.

Some folks need help down there.

You could come.

As much as I'd love to, I
think I've found my calling too.

Thomas would be proud.

Of both of us.

Will you be gone long?

I think so.

You comin' back?

Sure.

Not as good of a liar as your brother was.

I ain't him.

Tail side of the same nickel, Mr. McCord.

I guess.

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