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Up you get, Broadway.

The next day Moses said to his people,

"You have committed a great sin.

Now I will go up to the Lord.

Perhaps I can make atonement for your sin."

So Moses returned to the Lord and said,

"Oh, what a great sin these people have committed.

They have made gods of gold for themselves.

False idols they worshipped.

Yet now, if you would only forgive their sin."

May the Lord bless his name. In the name of Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners.

Now and at the hour of our death, Amen.

-Pa, I... -What are you doing here, boy?

Received a letter from a priest.

Father Jacobs.

-Came to see me die? -No, sir. I...

I... I mean, yes...

sir.

You know who done this to me?

Yes, sir.

Mama told me.

-Say his name. -Sheriff Butler of Trinity.

I suffered in jail all these years.

I know, Pa.

My soul can't rest as long as he's on this earth.

You know what you got to do.

Isaac Broadway,

redemption comes to those who turn themselves over to God.

- Pa, please, tell them you didn't kill those people!

Promise me you'll do it, son.

Let me take some condolence up onto those gallows.

Say it. Tell me you promise.

- I-- I promise. - And after you've done it,

you look to God for your reward.

Your house is the house of God.

Time's up.

You'll see Mama soon, Pa!

I won't see her for the flames.

My condolences, son.

They burn the bodies to ward off cholera.

They come out as ashes.

Some families spread the ashes. Some keep them.

Others put up a cross where the body ought be.

Did he confess anything on the way to the gallows?

He was framed.

Aren't they all?

Sign here, please.

Whoa, there!

Getting something?

No, thank you.

You gotta order somethin' if you wanna stay.

Go on feed the boy. I'll pay.

- Bring me another drink, please. -Yes, sir.

-Do I know you, mister? -No.

But it's impolite to turn down a free drink.

I don't actually drink.

Then I'll just go and have one for your friend here.

-Where you headed? -Trinity.

That's quite the journey.

And just who might this be?

My pa.

-I'm taking him home. -Condolences.

Mind if I ask how he passed?

-Hanged. -What?

Outlaw?

He was framed. By the Sheriff of Trinity.

Now why would the Sheriff do a thing like that?

- You cheatin' son of a bitch!

I'll kill you!

Cool it, Peter. Cool it.

Goddamn it!

Here.

You might need this.

They call me St. Christopher, by the way.

He... Henry Broadway.

Go on, put that up, Henry Broadway.

Can you tell your daddy he owe me two-day's pay, please?

Get your ass out of here!

Get out of here before I whoop your ass!

Get out!

- Hey, Sheriff. - Hey boys.

What's he up to?

Sheriff Saul Butler, my name is Henry Broadway.

And I'm the one who's gonna kill you.

Did you hear me?

I heard you, son.

But before you do that...

I'd advise you to lift up the back of my coat.

Now...

I'm gonna stand up.

Turn around very slowly.

Hmm?

If you're gonna shoot a man...

you should at least try to look him in the eye.

Look at me.

I'm looking at you.

My name...

is Gabriel Dove.

-You're the Sheriff of Trinity? -That I am.

- But you're not Saul Butler? - Afraid not.

Let's take these outside.

This is no place for them in the house of God.

Easy now, easy.

- Where is he? - I'll take you to him.

Hmm?

When we walk out these doors, we will attract attention.

And when I've convinced you

I'm not the man you came here to kill,

I'd like you to give yourself up peacefully.

Can you do that?

Yes, sir.

All right, then.

One step at a time.

Henry, is it?

I need you to tell me, are people watching?

Yeah.

Is there a man in a wolfskin coat approaching with his son?

Yeah, I think I see him.

Are they armed?

- Look up, it's Sheriff. - Yes, sir.

They're coming this way.

All right, McCaughly.

Put it down, I can handle this.

Sheriff.

Are you all right there?

You seem to be having a spot 'o bother.

All's well, thank you, Gideon.

You'll see that it's possible to have justice

and leave a few hearts beating.

Henry...

I want you to look into the churchyard now.

It'll be here. Come around, come around, come around.

Easy now, easy, easy, son, easy.

What does it say?

Saul Butler.

What's the boy after?

Well...

he thinks Saul wronged him in some way.

Must be mistaken.

Saul never wronged anyone.

Obviously, he's been misinformed.

If you want to shoot bullets at the headstone

for the sheer poetry of it all...

I won't stop you.

Hmm.

What's your beef with Butler?

He framed my father.

Sent him to the gallows.

Hmm.

Did he now?

All right, everyone.

Back to business. We're all through here.

Go on now. It's all good here.

It's all good.

Are you arresting me?

For wanting to shoot me in the back?

I'd have to arrest half the town.

In here.

Sam, a whiskey for my young friend here and a coffee for me.

Um, about that whiskey, Sheriff,

- I don't actually drink. - Take a seat.

Take a seat.

He's with me, Chuck.

Henry Broadway.

That would make your father Isaac Broadway.

-You know him? -No. He built half this town.

Everyone knows the name Isaac Broadway.

You didn't know?

I didn't see him after he went to prison, after my mama died.

Hmm.

Uh, let me give you a bit of advice.

Keep your ancestry between us.

- Not every man who's known is loved.

People don't like him?

Well...

Morning, Sam.

Every town has its heroes and villains.

- Two of your finest. -In this town, Saul Butler was the hero

and Isaac Broadway was the villain.

Now Butler's dead.

You being Broadway's son, I wouldn't want anyone to get a lust for vengeance.

How did he die?

They think it was a Blackfoot girl.

- Was it? - I don't believe it was.

You came here to kill the Sheriff.

What was your plan after that?

I didn't really have a plan.

I spent all I had just trying to get here.

Sam, do me a favor.

Feed this young boy and give him a room for the night.

Long as you're paying.

In the morning, I want you to get in that coach

and get as far away from this town as you can.

I'm sorry for trying to kill you.

You could have been a hero.

Like I said...

heroes and villains.

Don't get caught on the wrong side of that coin.

- Gabriel. - Hello.

She came to say Rachel's not feeling well.

Oh.

Ah.

Good girl, Mabel.

Taking care of Rachel. Let me see what I've got here.

- Okay. - Candy.

There you go. That's for you.

Don't tell anyone I gave you sweets.

- Thank you. - Good girl.

I'm worried for you. People are riled up.

Don't worry. I'm still faster than they are.

Go see Rachel now.

Go.

Love you.

- Go. Bye-bye now, Mabel. - Come on, honey.

-I know you're there, Gideon. -Gabriel, just a word.

I just want to know what you're gonna do

about that murdering Indian girl.

Well, first...

There's no evidence that Running Cub,

a Blackfoot girl, not an Injun, actually killed Saul Butler.

-See, I believe there is. -Well, leaving that aside...

she's gone.

Even if I wanted to hand her over to you for a lynching,

it's a basic challenge to arrest a person who's not there.

Aye, see, there's a fur trapper from up north,

and he claims that he saw someone that looks like her

up by Strawberry Creek.

Uh-huh.

By "looks like her," do you mean a Blackfoot?

Hmm? There are several thousands of them.

Maybe you should just deputize me,

seeing you can't find anyone.

I'll look into it.

I will. Thank you for your civic duty.

Piece of shit.

It's probably just a bad meal.

But it's near time. Keep off your feet.

And your back.

Can you handle her clientele on top of yours?

On top?

You mean stacked up like a pile of pancakes?

-What am I supposed to do? -Rest.

I know one man who's not gonna let her rest.

Well, he doesn't have a choice.

- You gotta think about the baby

more than anyone else.

- Hi, Mama. - Oh, there's my girl.

Hi, sweetie. You did real good bringing Ms. Sarah.

Very responsible, aren't you, Mabel?

Okay.

Where'd you get that candy?

Gabriel said not to tell.

Oh, well.

He would have made such a good father.

Shouldn't you get back?

Yeah. Yeah.

Go, sweetie. Let's go.

Hello?

Hello?

Come on out.

I know you're in there.

You're behind me.

Of course you are.

The fur trapper said he saw you.

Gideon's fixing and gathering up a posse.

I talked him out of it.

Next time, it'll not be so easy.

Gideon fought with Saul in the war.

He won't rest.

This land holds the spirit of my family.

Just as they stood their ground before me...

I ain't leaving.

Fair enough.

I got you some supplies.

Here for supper?

Um, could I also get a glass of whiskey, please?

The hell do I care? Sheriff's paying for it.

Well, hello, handsome boy.

Take that hat off. You just arrived?

-What's your name? -Uh, uh, Henry.

I'm just here till tonight, miss.

Well, Henry...

I think that you deserve a rest after all your travels.

Don't you think?

Yeah, I... I plan on resting.

Oh, you are too damn cute.

Well, are you just gonna stare at my girls all night,

or are you gonna buy me a drink?

I... I don't actually have any money.

Well, how'd you get that whiskey, then?

Uh. The Sheriff.

Oh, well, ain't that grand.

Sam, you mind putting me on Henry's tab?

I'll put you down as a steak dinner.

Another steak dinner.

Well, look at that. Now you got two steak dinners.

Which one are you gonna try first?

Pour us a goddamn drink, Sam.

You stay there. Hold my hat.

Where's my drink? Hmm?

The hell you looking at, boy?

What's that?

I don't want no trouble, mister.

- Hmm. - It's an urn, Asa.

For someone who died, don't be so mean about it.

It's my pa.

You brought your dead daddy here for a drink, huh?

-Answer me, boy. -Yeah.

Let's buy him a round!

Come on, sweetie, let's get out of here.

Get your things.

Hey, Julia...

tell Rachel to get her ass over here.

She ain't working till that baby comes, Asa.

Then you can take her place.

You'll wait your turn just like everybody else.

Don't take too long, little boy.

I know you won't.

-Hmm. Thank you. -Hmm.

You know why I can't leave.

You know the truth.

What happened to my mother and my father.

You know Butler killed them.

He's dead.

Staying here and dying won't bring justice.

The truth can't die with those who carry secrets.

Someone has to be there to tell it.

When you left your place...

were you still you?

When I left Ireland...

I meant to leave it behind.

Did you?

No.

Not all of it.

I still had the heartbeat of who I was...

where I came from.

The memories...

of the sorrows of my youth.

You ain't gonna tell me you've never been with a girl, right?

Um, I've never really had the time.

Well, most men take no time at all.

Hey, look at me.

Give me your hand.

I'm just gonna make you feel good, okay?

See? Doesn't that feel good?

-Yeah. -It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna have to let go for just a second.

You can kiss me if you'd like.

C'mon in there!

-I ain't got all fuckin' night! -Shut up, Asa.

You'll have your turn when it's your turn.

Come here, sugar.

Open the goddamn door.

Let me take care of this.

Stop banging on my damn door!

Go back downstairs and wait for your goddamn turn!

My turn.

Get out! Now!

You gonna point that at me?

Oh, I'm gonna do a lot more than point if you don't leave right now.

Goddamn it.

You fucking shot me.

We're gonna have some fun.

- Oh, my God! - Is that Asa?

What the hell?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh.

Go.

-Asa! Asa! -Asa!

Hey! Move back! Move the fuck back! Down!

Shit.

-He's dead. He's dead! -Boy! Where are you, boy?

Boy! I'll come for you, boy!

I'll take the path, you go!

- What'd you see? What'd you see? - I saw nothing!

Boy! I'm coming for you, boy!

I know you're here, chicken shit!

Come on out and be a man.

Ain't no way out, little boy.

Look at that. Oink. Oink.

Now you're gonna die in a pile of pig shit.

You fucking bastard!

It was a mistake! I didn't...

It's all right.

- We're gonna need another horse.

Come on.

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

-Who's there? -Sarah, it's McCaughly.

Is Sheriff there. He needs to come to town now.

There's been a shooting. There's two dead.

That miner named Asa and Julia from the saloon.

-Is Rachel all right? -She's shook up. Everybody is.

Seems like there ain't no law around here no more.

Is the Sheriff there?

No.

Ain't nobody gonna be happy with that, Sarah.

I'll come. Just let me get dressed.

- Where's the Sheriff? - He's gonna be here.

You.

You're the deputy?

Is this what this town has for the law?

God help us, boys.

If Saul was still alive, we'd have someone dangling by now.

I'm not here for the dead.

I'm here for who's living.

Leave everything as it is for when the Sheriff gets here.

Rachel. Rachel

What am I supposed to do?

That's my baby's daddy.

And he's dead.

Rachel, you need to lie down.

Breathe in, calm down.

-Yeah, good girl. -Where's your husband?

Where's your husband?

He's on his way.

Breathe in, good girl.

Here, use this.

You sure got friendly with that Sheriff awful fast.

Thought you said he framed your daddy.

It was the wrong sheriff.

Well, now you on the run.

I think it was God...

punishing me for trying to be with that woman.

Some might say it's a sin

not to be with a woman when she calls.

That sounds like something your daddy would say.

And what would you know about my father?

Oh, I know your daddy real, real well.

Before the war,

I was gainfully unemployed on a plantation owned by

an old banker in Savannah.

I met your daddy when the Union Army come through,

burning up everything.

I knew where some gold was hid,

and I told your daddy about it.

Me and him stole enough gold...

paved the streets of heaven.

And we planned to go out west with this

Blackfoot couple as our guide.

That's right, Henry...

that same Blackfoot couple

they hanged your daddy for killing.

But he pulled a fast one on me.

He negotiated with some paddy rollers

for the rights to my person.

He sold you?

Yeah, the war was still on,

people were still buying and selling slaves.

So I guess he didn't see nothing wrong with selling my Black ass

to make a little extra and keeping my share.

You're here for that gold?

Been looking for it since the war ended.

I told you my pa was framed.

Sheriff Saul Butler...

used to be a lawman in Savannah.

I used to hear stories about him moving out here somewhere to

a place called Trinity,

looking for that old banker's gold.

So maybe he probably had a good reason to frame your daddy...

you think?

You think I know where that gold is?

I don't know. Do you?

No!

That's a beautiful river.

You had a long night.

Hi, Sheriff.

Hello, Mabel.

I see you're minding her.

Where were you last night?

-Maybe, uh... -Mabel?

Go upstairs and start your reading.

Okay, bye, Sheriff.

Good girl.

I'm okay.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

Come sit down. Come sit down.

I tell you, that Gideon's like a bag of weasels.

Shooting his mouth off, wanting to go take a posse down to Strawberry Creek

and get that Blackfoot girl who killed Sheriff Butler.

I... I just figured I'd better go out there

before there was any bloodshed.

While you were gone, three people were killed in town.

- Who? -Asa and Red Benton and...

and her mama.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

I told them to leave everything as it was.

It's good.

It's very good.

Where's Red?

Where were you?

I won't ask you again, Sam.

Red's dead.

Uh-huh.

He's with the pigs.

Get off!

Fuck!

I want the boy that did this to our brother.

It was that boy that you brought here done that.

Asa's brothers are not gonna rest till they make him bleed.

You know that, right?

Where do you think he was standing?

-Who? -The kid.

When he shot 'em both.

I don't know. Enlighten me. You're the Sheriff.

That's funny, Gideon.

Because I swear to God, every day you're telling me how to do my job.

I just want to see some justice.

Justice needs to be based on the truth.

What you want is not justice.

It's blood.

Right.

And there's no goddamn Indian girl out by Strawberry Creek.

Now, get out of my way.

Where are you headed?

I'm gonna look for the boy.

I'm gonna go up there and look for him, okay?

- Please be careful. - I will. All right.

Come on out.

Henry, this is Jacob. Jacob...

I'd like you to meet Isaac Broadway's son, Henry.

What's he doing here?

Uh, Jacob is a respected stage actor.

Uh, so I'm told.

I engaged his services to get a confession out your daddy.

But your father would not release his tongue, young man.

Though I didn't catch what he whispered to you at the end there.

- Now, who are these jokers? - Oh, we go way back.

Treading the boards back east.

Ain't that right, fellas?

We had an arrangement.

And I plan to stick to it.

Just call it divine inspiration.

Well, y'all can divinely pass the collection plate amongst yourself.

Because I ain't giving up none of my share.

All right, y'all. I'm going to hie.

Don't harm the kid.

Go ahead. He'll be along in a minute.

-Who'll be along? -Sheriff.

We left a pretty clear path for him to follow.

In case it ain't obvious to you, Henry,

I'm offering you a opportunity to make a life for yourself.

To make good on where your daddy failed.

If you help me find that gold, you can keep his share.

It would have been your inheritance anyway.

Why would you want to share it?

I ain't the devil, son. I'm just a sinner.

We had always planned to settle down somewhere

and bury the gold. Keep it safe.

Mm, dig up some every now and then when he needed it.

You do remember the house where you were born, don't you?

- I, uh... - No?

I... I don't remember.

Well, I hope to hell it comes to you soon, because I believe

that's where your daddy buried that gold

and he built the house on top of it.

All right. I got ambushing to do.

I don't want to be no villain.

Man don't know what he is

till his back's against the wall, Henry.

Am I just supposed to stay here?

Are you following?

I'm waiting on you.

I saw them other fellas come through here earlier

and I figured you'd be through.

Uh-huh.

-I'm coming with you. -No.

You stay out of sight.

You understand you can't do this alone?

You understand if we're seen together, I have to arrest you.

I've been looking for you.

You want to tell me what happened last night?

I didn't kill that woman.

- Hmm. - But...

After that, I can't quite remember.

Huh. You're lying to me.

I'm not.

Come on, come on.

I see you made new friends.

They're not my friends. I don't even know 'em.

A priest?

I don't think he's a real priest.

Like a Lutheran.

Shoot this, at that mark.

- Which rock? - What?

-Five seconds. -Five.

Four.

Two.

Drop it. Easy, boy-o.

You want to tell your friends to put their guns down now?

Do it, Henry.

That boy ain't gonna kill nobody.

Do it, Henry. Do it.

You're a good man.

You go to the barn.

I'll be over shortly.

Ah, that young fella

who came into town stirring everything up...

He's Isaac Broadway's son.

- Little Henry. - Aye, you knew him?

I brought him into this world right over there.

What?

He's a murderer?

No, no, no. He's not a murderer.

I don't know what he is, but he's not that.

Listen, I'm gonna put the rifle by the door, okay?

Someone comes along who you don't know,

even if it's a man of God,

especially if it's a man of God, costume and all,

soon as he opens his mouth, you shoot him.

-You hear me? -Costume?

Aye.

Evil's wearing all kinds of things these days.

Here's the blanket.

You know...

When I came out here, all I wanted was to make him proud.

My ma used to talk about him.

He was innocent.

He was a good man.

He loved us.

Hmm.

Turns out the only thing he ever cared about was a pile of gold.

Gold?

Yeah.

He stole it from the south.

Huge pile of it.

Then he came here with the Indians.

Yeah, I'm sure he cared for you.

Bullshit.

I know it's bullshit.

Because if he loved us, he would have told my ma about it.

Huge pile of gold?

Could have changed our lives. Could have saved her life.

And it's sitting under the house he built this entire time.

Henry...

This was your father's house.

You were born here.

I thought this was yours.

Actually, it belongs to the town.

Saul Butler made sure of that.

Hmm. Jesus, he tore it down and built it so many times,

we all thought he was crazy.

He must have been looking for the gold.

And that's why he killed her parents.

He must have...

-Well... -What?

I believe I can clear your name and Running Cub's.

How many of those men are still alive?

Just the one.

Former slave, stole the gold with my pa.

- Now he wants it back. - Right.

You killed one of those men.

Now you ride with me.

Come in and have a bowl of soup when you're ready.

Bartender, whiskey.

What's he doing here?

Jesus.

What happened to you, little lady?

It's nothing.

Why don't you mind your business, hmm?

That's our sister.

If that's my sister, she's bruised up like that,

I might want to find out who did that.

Cut that son of a bitch's throat.

Ah!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I use that term lightly.

I bet you all wondering...

what a handsome devil like myself

with a distinctly different complexion,

is doing wandering into your humble establishment.

But if you look past my negritude,

you will find that we ain't that different.

Where are you from?

-Georgia, sir. You? -Georgia.

I knew I felt something familiar.

Are you just trying to get yourself killed?

Well, sir, now, if you went and did that,

you might not find out where that little Blackfoot girl

you've been running off at the mouth about is hiding.

And you do want to know where she is...

don't you?

If you know where she is...

I think you're going to tell me.

Maybe.

Ah, I see.

-I'm pretty certain about that. -Ooh, that's a big one.

But if you buy me another drink...

you're goddamn right I'll tell you.

Another whiskey'd be grand.

Here comes the Sheriff, Pa.

High time the law means something around here.

Gabriel. Turns out there is an Indian woman

up by Strawberry Creek.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

So I guess I'll go and do your job for you.

Don't be a gobshite, Gideon.

Do you want to make your son here Thomas an orphan?

Come on, Pa.

Let's go, men.

Howdy, Sheriff.

Morning.

-Nice town. -Good people.

If you ever need any help with anything, let me know.

I always thought I'd make a good lawman.

Did you now?

Yeah, don't let me keep you. Go and catch up with them boys.

And make sure they bring that girl back proper and in one piece.

Welcome to Trinity.

-I hear you're a saintly man. -Hmm.

Let's have a drink when you get back. Shall we do that now?

Can't wait.

Hello.

Oh, hi, ma'am.

Do you mind if I, uh, get a drink?

Been riding all day. I'm thirsty as all hell.

You a holy man?

A holy man? No, ma'am. I... I sure ain't.

Stay back, please.

What's the matter? You all right?

There's water in the well over there. You can help yourself.

Thank you, ma'am. Appreciate it.

Uh, ma'am...

Is there anybody who might could help me

pull this heavy bucket up? My shoulder's...

really bad, and I... I don't think I can get it up by myself.

My husband's upstairs, but, uh, he's... he's resting.

All right.

I can bring you a cup from the house,

and I'll leave it on the porch.

That'd be mighty fine, ma'am. Mighty fine. Appreciate it.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

I'm sorry I can't be of more help.

But I don't want to wake my husband.

I completely understand, ma'am.

I... I tell my daughter all the time,

do not let strangers in your house,

-even if the husband's home. -You have a daughter.

Yes, sure do. Light of my life.

Well, one of them, anyhow.

Her son, my grandbaby...

Oh, that is the most angelic child you ever laid eyes on.

You... You have children?

No.

Hmm. Mm-hmm. Hmm.

Whoo, Lord. You mind if I...

...sit for a spell, take a load off?

- Of course. - Hmm.

Whoo, Lord.

- Are you all right? - Mm-hmm.

Riding old Blue all day.

Come inside.

-You sure? Huh. -I'm sure.

Thank you.

If you don't mind, I'm fixing supper.

No, go right ahead.

I'm Sarah...

Sarah Dove.

Maiden name, Creuzburg.

Oh.

Always make sure to tell people that, in case they know my kin.

Hmm. I'm, uh, Christopher, ma'am.

Uh. But most folk call me St. Christopher.

My husband's the Sheriff of this town.

That right?

I don't imagine you've seen a boy

running around here, have you?

Name Henry Broadway?

Uh, he's in a bit of trouble. I'm trying to help him out.

You know Henry Broadway?

-Yeah, you? -Uh...

Yeah, I did...

when he was young.

Do you mind if I have another cup of water, please?

Sure.

Thank you.

You're a good woman, Ms. Dove. The name suits you.

Well, Henry, um...

used to talk a lot about the house that his daddy built.

Think it made him feel young and innocent

before he got in all this trouble.

You wouldn't, um, happen to know where that house is, would you?

I think that's where he's hiding.

Ms. Dove?

No.

No, you don't know where this house is?

You know him when he was a boy,

but you don't know where he lived.

Ms. Dove?

You all right?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm just, uh, thinking.

You seem a little flustered. I didn't mean to upset you.

-It's this house. -This house?

I haven't seen him.

He's probably hiding out somewhere,

in the forest, perhaps.

Something funny?

How does you and your husband...

happen to live in this place?

It belongs to the town.

We live here because he's the Sheriff.

A convict's house?

- The town decided, it wasn't me.

My husband wasn't even here then.

- Sarah! - Mabel.

Mabel, the supper will be ready in an hour, yeah?

Now, go on upstairs.

You hear me?

Mayhap you might want to send her outdoor to play.

Go.

Gold's not here.

-I don't believe you. -I swear.

This your daddy's house, ain't it?

Saul Butler tore it apart again and again looking for it.

If it was here, he'd have found it.

Well, where is it then?

-My pa built half the town. -It could be anywhere.

Anywhere?

Anywhere...

ain't a good enough answer.

Where are you going?

Running Cub!

Where are you?

Running Cub!

You gotta get out of here.

You gotta leave right now. There's a posse on their way.

And they're coming for you.

I ain't running from no posse.

It's time.

Get on your horse and get the hell out of here.

I'm gonna have to try and convince these people

and talk some sense into them.

Ain't no sense in this godforsaken place. I'm staying.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

There she is, lads.

Go, bring her in.

Running Cub!

We are here to arrest you

for the murder of Sheriff Saul Butler.

Come on now, give yourself up.

Come on up.

Now, put your hands up.

Higher.

-Saul Butler was a murderer. -Murderer?

Nah.

-He killed my father, my mother. -You killed him!

No, she didn't.

That's why I didn't arrest her.

Be careful, son.

-She's innocent. -And how do you know that?

Because I killed him.

Her only crime was wanting justice.

For God's sakes, Gideon. He was gonna kill a child.

I stopped him.

-By gunning him down? -Hmm.

It's the God's honest truth, Gideon.

I know a lot of you fought with Saul.

It doesn't change the truth.

Well, it doesn't change the fact that he was murdered!

If you keep thinking like that...

half of us will die.

No!

Thomas!

No, no, no, Thomas! No!

It's okay.

Hold on.

- What happened? - It was Gideon.

Gideon and his men.

- She okay? - Yeah.

She got one. In the side.

Come on.

Lost a lot of blood. Let me get Sarah.

St. Christopher was here.

I told him there was no gold, and he left. I don't know where.

Good. Next time, shoot the fucker.

Hey, hey, hey.

I remember you.

Our fathers were...

friends.

I taught you to ride.

You... you remember?

Remember that?

"Dust thou art

to dust returnest...

is not spoken of the soul."

I'm gonna learn to read,

so I can read that to my baby.

Oh.

Appreciate you breaking your rules for me.

Yeah, thank you for being careful.

Our town!

As long as Gabriel Dove is still alive...

oh, I ask you...

- do you have my back? - Yeah.

I said, who has my back?

Yeah.

Do you have my back?

Justice!

Well, my friends.

Did I guide you right, or I guide you wrong? Was she there?

Aye.

Did you kill her?

My son is dead, but she ain't yet.

Killed your boy?

Hmm, condolences.

Let me tell y'all a story.

You remember that boy come through here about two days ago?

You know who his daddy is? Or was?

What do you mean, who he had in that urn?

Mm-hmm.

Isaac Broadway was in that urn.

And he sent the boy here to kill Sheriff Butler.

But that ain't all.

Isaac Broadway stole a shitload of gold

when he was a soldier down in Georgia.

Now, I know this, because I helped him.

It's a crime I confess to,

have atoned for, and have been forgiven.

But Isaac Broadway...

ain't never confessed.

He just hid that gold.

Now, where would someone find this gold?

In his house. Same house Sheriff Butler lived in.

And the same one y'all done give to the new sheriff.

Now, I bet anything I own

that Henry Broadway is there,

so is the Sheriff and that Injun girl.

What are we waiting for?

Henry Broadway, he killed my brothers.

He killed my brothers!

Son of the bitch should be hanging from a goddamn tree!

Let me buy you a drink.

Dedicate it to your boy.

Hell, matter of fact...

Drinks for everybody.

Get me a drink.

Go on.

So...

...then...

Relax. Good.

You're fine.

You're safe.

You're safe.

You'll be fine. Good girl.

You're doing great.

Sarah...

men are coming here soon.

Trying to kill me.

What happened?

I killed Saul.

Now, we have not much time.

When you're ready,

I want you to grab that bag over there that I've packed for you.

I want you to take Mabel, and I want you to leave with Henry.

What? No.

I'm gonna die tonight, Sarah.

And I want you to live.

-No. -Take care of Mabel.

Hmm?

You wanted a child, and I couldn't give you one.

But this is your chance. This is your chance, darling.

I'm not gonna leave you.

I'm never gonna leave you.

-Sarah. -No.

Never.

Come on.

Come on, get in the goddamn wagon.

Saddle up, boys.

We ride for my son, and we ride for justice.

Let's go!

Let's go!

-What you got to eat? -Beans.

-You ain't got no meat? -No.

All right. Whiskey.

Broadway really buried gold under that old house?

Yep.

It figures. The way this town sprang up while he was here.

He built this saloon.

That right?

Livery stables. The town jail.

Every town needs one.

The church.

"My house is the house of God."

That's what he would say.

What you say he said about that church?

"My house is the house of God."

Hmm.

Son of a bitch.

They're here.

Come on. Okay. Come on, come on, come on.

Down. Down.

Running Cub, take Mabel upstairs.

Come on. Let's go.

Good girl. Good girl.

That's it.

Good girl.

Gideon, we gonna call them outside?

No. There's no point.

Kill them all.

Take some men, surround the house.

You lot go to the front.

Let's go.

Go. Go. Go. Come on.

You break the door. I'll go inside.

Sarah, the windows.

The windows. The windows.

Stay back.

- They're coming around the side!

-You okay? -Yeah.

They're on the roof!

Cartridges.

Come on, piece of shit.

Oh!

Get the door!

Shit.

Stay there, child.

Don't move.

Stay down. Stay there.

Come on! Grab his collar!

Oh, you gonna have some fun now.

Hold him up.

And again. And again.

Get the rope.

I can't.

Get the goddamn rope!

- Listen to your fucking brother!

Get it!

You're gonna enjoy dying, you piece of shit.

That was for Asa.

That was for Red.

And this one's for me.

We gonna take all your daddy's gold.

All of it.

Keep him alive for me, brother.

-All right? -Yeah.

Just you and me now, boy.

- Ms. Sarah! - Stay down!

Oh, hey, no, no!

They always said I was worthless.

Now they know I ain't.

No! No!

Gideon!

Enough! This is over! Leave it!

End this madness!

I wish I could, Gabriel.

Don't be stupid.

-Don't. -It's gone too far.

My boy.

There's no turning back.

Jesus.

Hey, y'all.

I see the preacher wasn't invited.

Oh!

He had to go to a meeting with his maker.

Get your fat arse out of that hole

and stop desecrating this place.

We gonna get that drink you said you were gonna buy me?

Oh, sure I will. I'll bring it to the jail cell for you.

Whoo.

You know, I damn near spilt my drink

when they told me Isaac Broadway built this church.

If that son of a bitch was a Christian,

they'd need to tear down every church there is

and re-consecrate the ground they's built on.

The sins of the father visit the son.

You betrayed me.

You the second Broadway to put me back in chains.

I thought we had agreement...

that you'd still kill him.

We'd split the gold.

Well, you can kill me and...

hope he does right by you.

Henry...

go up there and tie his hands now.

Don't even think about it, or you won't even reach it.

If there's any gold there...

you won't get an ounce of it, I promise you.

You saved my life.

I'm giving you a chance to save yours.

You take your share and you leave.

We'll take my father's share and we'll put it back in the town.

What?

I'm tired of people dying for gold

that don't belong to nobody.

Oh, my share belongs to me.

I earned it.

I will take it and leave and I guarantee

you will never see my Black ass again.

Henry, move on up there now, son. Nice and easy.

Come on.

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - It got my leg.

Here you go.

Boy.

Easy does it, son. Easy does it.

All right?

Come on.

I'm sorry, Sheriff.

They were wrong about you, sir.

They were that, McCaughly.

You were that. You are a good man.

-Cheers. -Here's to Father Steve.

To tell the truth, Sheriff...

I have had enough of priests.

Wake up.

Breakfast time.

You know, coming here,

I thought avenging my father was everything.

And I thought maybe it was about the gold, but...

it wasn't.

The house...

It's your birthright.

It was taken from your father.

It shouldn't be taken from you.

No, it's your home.

It's your family.

It is so.

I want you to stay.

Slainte.

- Thank you. - Slainte Mhath .

Good.

Very good.