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Thank you.

Got room for one more?

Who the hell are you?

And what happened to them?

Name's Major Marcus Warren, former U .S. Cavalry. Currently a servant of the

court. Trying to bring a couple no -goods in the market.

Got the paperwork on them in my pocket.

You taking them into Red Rock?

Think that's where you hid it, right?

Damn.

That damn blasted blizzard has been on our ass for the last three hours.

There ain't no way we're gonna make it all the way to Red Rock before it

us. Well, you're high -tailing it halfway.

The men is haberdashery. You know I am.

May I come aboard?

Well, Smoke, is it up to me?

Yes.

But it ain't up to me.

Who's it up to?

The fella in the wagon.

The fella in the wagon ain't part of the company?

The fella in the wagon, he paid for a private trip, and I'm here to tell you,

paid a pretty penny for privacy.

So if you want to go to Minnie's with us, you're going to have to talk to him.

Well, that's what I'll do.

Hold it, black fella.

Before you approach, you take them two guns of yours and you lay them on that

rock over yonder.

And you raise both your hands way above your hat.

And then you approach.

My last laugh.

Real trusting fella, huh?

Not so much.

Put him down.

Come on ahead.

I said way above your hat, God damn it.

Now come forward.

That's far enough.

I'll be dog.

You black fella, I know. Colonel something or other Warren, right?

Major, Mark was Warren.

I know you too.

We shared a fake dinner once upon a time at Chattanooga.

You're John Ruth, the hangman.

That'd be me.

How long's that been?

Since that date?

Oh, eight months.

So why don't you explain to me what an African bounty hunter's doing wandering

around in the snow in the middle of Wyoming?

Trying to get a couple of bounties in the Red Rocks. So you still in business?

You know I am.

Happened to your horse?

Circumstances caused us to have to take the long way around. My horse couldn't

make it.

You don't know nothing about this filly here.

Nope. Don't even know her name.

Nope. Well, I guess that makes this one fortuitous wagon.

I sure as hell hope so.

Major Marquis Warren, this here's Daisy Dommergoo.

Dommergoo, to you, this is Major Warren.

Howdy, nigga.

She's pepper, ain't she?

Now, girl, don't you know the darkies don't like being called niggers no more?

They find it offensive.

I'm gonna call worse. Now that I can believe.

You never heard of her, huh?

Should've. She ain't no John Wilkes Booth, but maybe you might heard tell

the price on her head. How much?

$10 ,000.

Damn. What'd she do?

Kill Lily Langtry?

Not quite.

That $10 ,000's practically in my pocket.

That's why I ain't too anxious to be.

Handing out rides, especially to professionals hoping for business.

I can certainly appreciate that, but I ain't got no designs on her.

One of my fellas over there is worth $4 ,000, another one's worth $3 ,000, and

one of them's worth $1 ,000. That damn show good enough for me.

Well, let me see their paperwork.

Like I said, molasses like.

Back off.

Look, I sure hate to interrupt you all, but we got a cold damn blizzard that's

hot on our ass that we're trying to beat to shelter.

I realize that.

Shut your mouth and hold them damn horses while I think.

Okay, boy, we'll give it a try.

You leave them two pistols over yonder with the driver.

You ain't really gonna let that nigger ride in here again.

I mean, he may be up there with O .B., but... How do you like the sound of them

bells, bitch?

They real pretty, ain't they?

When you open up your trashy mouth again, I'll knock out them front teeth

you. You got it?

Yeah.

Let me hear you say, I got it.

I got it.

I'm gonna need a hand tying these fellas up on the roof.

Give OB $50 and we get to Red Rock. He'll help you. I agree with OB.

This storm got me concerned.

We could go a lot quicker. You have to ask Susan. God damn it. What the hell?

I'm already regretting this.

Now, I can't likely help you tie fellas to the roof with my wrist cuffed to

hers. And my wrist is going to stay cuffed to hers. And she ain't never

leave my goddamn side until I personally put her in a Red Rock jail.

Now, do you got that?

Yeah, I got it. Good.

Say, partner, you give me a hand tying these three fellas up on the roof, I'll

make it worth your while we get to Red Rock.

Now, I hear you're making $8 ,000 off these dead fuckers?

Yeah. Well, I'll help you for $250.

How about $150 and I'll pay for all your booze the first two days we're in Red

Rock? They got them a social club in Red Rock?

Well, yes, they do.

I stake you to a night there, too.

Now, that's a good deal, sir.

Shitfire, that's a damn good deal.

But I can't leave these horses unattended, so you're gonna have to get

folks to hold the horses.

Shit.

I'll see what I can do.

Mr. R... Excuse me, you think you could, uh, hold on to these

horses while we load these fellas on the roof?

Yeah, of course Come on

He's kind of old.

I done had him for a bit.

When weather took a turn for the worse, well, he done what he could, but he

couldn't make it.

That's too bad.

Yeah, it is.

Me and old Laston rode a lot of miles together.

Could say he wasn't my best friend, if I considered stupid animals friends,

which I don't.

Nevertheless, I'm gonna miss him.

Had a horse like that once, about 20 years ago.

Called him Cauliflower.

I used to call him my beast friend.

And what happened to him?

Some rattlesnake shot him out from under me.

You make it right.

Oh, you know I did.

Who's this Daisy Damagoose? No damn good murdering bitch, that's who.

See, you ain't got mixed emotions about bringing a woman to a rope.

By woman, you mean her?

No. I do not have mixed emotions.

So you're taking in the Red Rocks, right?

You bet.

You gonna wait around and watch it? Oh, you know I am.

I wanna hear her neck snap with my own two ears.

You never wait to watch them hang?

My body's never hanged.

Because I never bring men alive.

Never? Never, ever.

We talked about this in Chattanooga.

Bringing desperate men in alive is a good way to get yourself dead.

You can't catch me sleeping if I don't close my eyes.

I don't want to work that hard.

No one said a job's supposed to be easy.

No one said it's supposed to be that hard, neither.

It's that little lady.

That's why they call him the hangman.

When the handbill says dead or alive, the rest of us shoot you in the back up

top of a perch somewhere and bring you in dead over south.

But when John Ruth the hangman catches you, you don't have no bullet in the

back. When the hangman catches you, you hang.

You overrated him, nigga.

I get it, he got guts.

But in the brains of all of them, you're like a man who took a high...

Now do you think you want us to work out a signal system of communication?

When I elbow you real hard in the face?

That means shut up.

You got it?

I got it.

trouble too, that don't really care for you.

Come and tell me what you're thinking, cause just when the boat is sinking,

a little light is blinking, and I will come and rescue you.

Lots of girls walk around in tears, but that's not for you.

Looking all around for you.

For someone to tell you trouble too.

Come and sit with me and talk a while.

I, uh, I know we only met each other the once before, and I don't mean to unduly

imply intimacy, but... Well, you still got it?

I still got what?

The Lincoln letter.

Of course.

Got it on you?

Where?

Right here.

Look, I know you got to be real careful with it and all, and I can imagine you

probably don't like taking it in and out of the envelope all that often, but if

you wouldn't mind, I'd sure appreciate seeing that again.

You're right.

I don't like taking it in and out of the envelope that much, but see, it's how

you save my life and all.

I've called back to let you read it again.

Old Mary Todd's calling, so I guess it must be time for bed.

Old Mary Todd.

What?

That gets me.

Yeah, it gets me, too.

You know what this is, Tramp?

It's a letter from Lincoln. A letter from Lincoln to him.

They shared a correspondence during the war. They was pen pals.

And this is just one of the letters.

bust my jaw.

You ruined that letter, Hiss.

That nigger gonna stop your ass to death, and when he do, I'm gonna sit

that wagon wheel, watch and laugh.

How is it?

Well, she ain't helping none, but it's all right.

Is that the way niggers treat their ladies?

You!

What? There's another fella on foot up here on the road.

What?

I said there's another fella on foot up here on the road.

Is that it, Danny?

That the surprise you got planned for me? Because I know you've got a surprise

planned for me.

Maybe the surprise is I'm tired of running.

You're facing a rope tramp.

Ain't nobody get tired of running from that.

You might be surprised, John.

If you're counting on surprising me, Daisy, don't count on it.

Considering there's a blizzard going on, a whole lot of fellas walking around,

wouldn't you say, Major?

Well, seeing as how I'm half of them fellas, uh, yeah.

Seems to be a lot of us.

You know that fella?

I know me some people around here. Spent a lot of time on this mountain hiding

out from bushwhackers.

Could be I know that fella. Maybe I don't.

I wasn't expecting nobody.

You weren't, eh? No, I weren't.

This changes things, son.

$8 ,000 is a whole lot of money for a nigger.

But with a partner, 18's a whole lot better.

I ain't got a partner no more.

So you say.

You take a gander at them three frozen fuckers up there and see if you see any

bullet holes in their back.

Well, maybe Rebel Rummer cracking him, I did shoot in the back. But shitfire, he

deserved it.

He not only killed my partner, he tried to steal my damn horse.

Put them on.

Oh, I ain't wearing no handcuffs.

You put those on and you can stop worrying about this whole thing right

You really think I'm in cahoots with that fella or her?

That's my problem, boy. I don't know.

And until I do, you in chains.

And your weapon to the driver.

Little jump, ain't you?

Never mind the jokes. Just do it.

You say so.

I do.

Okay. I done done it.

O .B., you got him?

I got him.

Okay, fella.

You keep holding that lantern in that one hand.

Keep that other hand where I can see it.

Walk over there where I can get a good look at you.

Goddamn dog in a manger.

Is that you, Chris Mannix?

I'm sorry, friend. Do we know each other?

Not quite.

You know this fellow?

Only by reputation.

Like I said, friend, you got me at a bit of a disadvantage.

Keeping you at a disadvantage is an advantage I intend to keep.

Whoever you are, mister, you sure sound tough when you're talking to a desperate

man knee -deep in snow.

I don't want no trouble.

I just want to ride. I'm freezing to death.

Who is this joker?

You heard of the rebel renegade, Erskine Mannix.

Mannix Marauders? That's them.

Scourge of South Carolina. Mannix's Marauders.

Erskine's youngest boy, Chris.

Brings you in my path, Chris Mannix.

Well, Mr. Face, I was riding a red rock. My horse stepped in a gopher hole in

the snow, fucked up his leg, and had to put her down.

You got business in red rock?

Yes, I do. What?

I'm the new sheriff.

Poor shit.

Afraid not.

Where's your star?

Well, I ain't the sheriff yet.

Once I get there, they swear me in. But that ain't happened yet.

And that's when you get your star.

You got anything that can back any of this up? Yeah.

When we get to Red Rock. And from the look of those three frozen fuckers up

there, I figure you a bounty hunter for business.

And I figure you taking in three dead bodies into Red Rock to get paid.

Three dead.

One alive.

Who's that?

Daisy Domergue.

Who the fuck is Daisy Domergue?

Not a goddamn thing to nobody except me and the hangman.

The hangman?

Well, I'll be double dog damn.

You're the hangman, Bob Ruth.

It's John.

And you, you're the nigga with the head.

Major Mark Webb.

My Lord, is that really the real head of Major Marquess looking at me now?

Yeah, it's really me, and it's really my head.

So what's going on?

Y 'all having a fatty hunter's picnic?

Never mind.

You're taking in three dead bodies and hurrying to Red Rock to get paid, ain't

you? Yeah.

Well, the man in Red Rock's supposed to pay you is me, the new sheriff.

So if y 'all want to get paid, y 'all need to get me to Red Rock.

Well, excuse me for finding it hard to believe a town electing you to do

anything except drop dead.

So I'm supposed to freeze to death because you find something hard to

I suppose not.

Put them on and come inside.

Then you'll hang.

How so?

Stagecoach driver, could you come down here and join us?

I gotta hold these horses. I can hear you just fine from up here.

Well, you just heard me tell this fella I'm the new sheriff of Red Rock, right?

Yeah.

Red Rock is my town now.

And I'm gonna enter my town in bounty hunter's chains. No, sir.

Sorry, bushwhackers. I ain't entering Red Rock that way.

Now, when you finally get to Red Rock, you're going to realize every goddamn

thing I said was right.

And I expect you, old B, to tell the townsfolk of Red Rock that John Ruth let

that new sheriff freeze to death.

Ain't nobody on my head, Bushwhacker. You let me die, that's murder.

Hold out your hands.

OB,

give the Major back his iron.

One thing I know for sure, this nigger -hating son of a gun ain't partnered up

with you.

Now, I'll help you protect your 8 ,000.

You help me protect my 10.

Deal?

Well, ain't love grand.

Y 'all on the ground make snow angels together?

Well, I tell you what, Bob.

The name's John.

When we get to Red Rock, I'll buy you and Major Marquess there dinner and

My way of saying thanks.

I don't drink with rebel renegades, and I damn sure don't break bread with them.

Well, Mr. Ruth, you sound like you've got an axe to grind against the cause.

Cause?

Renegade army?

Bunch of losers gone loco? You bet I do.

Wrap yourselves up in a rebel flag as an excuse to kill and steal.

That's out of interest to you, Warren, in particular emancipated blacks.

Sounds like my kind of fella.

Yeah.

Sound to me you've been reading a lot of newspapers printed in Washington, D .C.

Anyhoo, I'm just trying to let y 'all know how grateful I am.

I was a goner, and y 'all saved me.

You want to show me how grateful you are?

Shut up.

God damn it, Daisy.

It's coming.

Does

he

know how famous you once were?

Black eye.

Do you know who he is?

I know about the $30 ,000 reward the Confederacy put on the head of Major

Marquess.

Yeah.

I didn't hear about this one nigger head hunting.

They just never did get him the right nigger head, did they?

No, they didn't.

But it wasn't for lack of trying.

Them peck of woods left their homes and families and come up this snowy mountain

looking for me and coaching.

none of them found, Fortune.

The ones you ain't never heard of no more, they found me.

Now, it did stay 30 ,000 late in the war.

Once passions cooled, it dropped down to eight, then five.

But I bet even when it was 5 ,000, you had your share of country boys coming to

call.

You know I did.

Why'd they have a reward on you?

Confederates took exception to my capacity to kill them.

And after I broke out of Wellenbeck, the South took my continued existence as a

personal affront.

Because?

With a reward on my head.

What's, uh, Wellenbeck?

You ain't never heard of Wellenbeck Prisoner War Camp, West Virginia. No,

ain't never heard of it.

Did you bust out?

Oh, Major Marquess did more than bust out.

Major Marquess had a bright idea.

So bright, you got to wonder why nobody never thought about it before.

Tell John Ruth your bright idea.

Well, the whole damn place was just made out of kindling.

So I burnt it down.

There was a rookie regiment spending the overnight in the camp.

47 men.

To a crisp.

Southern youth.

Farmer's sons.

Cream of the crop. And I say let them burn.

I'm supposed to apologize for killing Johnny Reb?

You joined the war to keep niggas in chains.

I joined the war to kill white southern crackers.

That means killing them any way I can.

Shoot them, stab them, drown them, burn them, drop a big old rock on their head,

whatever it took to put white southern crackers in the ground.

That's what I joined the war to do, and that's what I did.

To answer your question, John Ruth, when Major Marquess burned 47 men alive for

no more reason than to give a nigger a run for the trees, that's when the South

put a reward on the head of Major Marquess. And I made them trees, Mannix.

best believe I ain't look back till I cross the northern line. Oh, but you had

surprise waiting for you on the northern side, didn't you?

See, once they started pulling out all them burnt bodies at Wellingbeck, Seems

not all them boys were Rebs.

Well, you burned up some of your own boys, didn't you, Major?

How many burnt prisoners did they end up finding?

Wasn't the final Yankee death count something like 37?

Yeah. That's the thing about war, Maddox.

People die.

Oh. So you gonna chalk it up to war as hell, huh?

Well, admittedly, that is a hard argument to argue with, but if memory

your side.

Didn't look at it that way.

I think they thought 37 white men for one nigger wasn't so hard of trade.

I do believe they accused you of being a kill -crazy nigger who only joined the

war to kill white folks.

And the whole blue and gray of it all really didn't matter that much to you.

And that's why they drummed your black ass out of the cavalry with a yellow

strap down your back.

Isn't it, Major?

Horseshit!

If he did all that, the cavalry would have shot him. Well, I didn't say they

could prove it.

But they sure did think it out loud, didn't they, Major?

But Warren's war record was stellar.

And that's what saved his ass.

You killed yourself your share of redskins in your day, didn't you, Black

Cavalry tends to look kindly on that.

I'll tell you what the cavalry didn't look kindly on.

Mannix is marauders, that's what. The fact that Erskine Mannix, little boy,

would talk about anybody else's behavior during wartime makes me want a horse

laugh. Don't you say anything about my daddy.

What he fought for was dignity in defeat and against the unconditional

surrender. We weren't foreign barbarians pounding on the city walls.

We were your brothers.

deserve dignity and defeat.

Just how many nigga towns did y 'all stack in your fight for dignity and

Oh, my fair share, Black Major.

Cause when niggas are scared, that's when white folks are safe.

You gonna talk that hateful nigga talk, you can ride up top with O .B.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You done got me talking politics.

I didn't want no...

Like I said, y 'all, I'm just happy to be alive.

I think I'll scoot over here right by this window and let this beautiful

carriage rock me to sleep and dream about how lucky I am.

another stage tonight.

Yeah, I can see you already got another one up in here.

Just got through putting the horses away.

Well, this ain't the normal line. We are stuck on the wrong side of a blizzard.

So it looks like they were stuck with us.

Are Minnie and Sweet Dave inside?

Hey, here.

I'm running the place while they're gone.

Where's Minnie and Sweet Dave?

He says they ain't here.

He's looking after the place.

That cowboy fell in the corner. That's your driver? No, he's a passenger.

The driver lit out. Said he was going to spend the blizzard shacked up with a

friend. Lucky devil.

Rice, that's awful!

Christ almighty, what'd that Mexican fella do? Soak his old socks in a pot?

I think we all felt the same way, but we're a little too polite to say

something. You don't have that problem.

Where's the well water?

Over there.

You fellas headed to Red Rock when the blizzard stopped you, huh? Yeah.

All three of us were on that stagecoach out there.

Coffee beans.

Over there.

Get your hand out of there.

New Sheriff of Red Rock's traveling with us.

Sheriff of Red Rock, that'll be the day.

He's a goddamn sheriff. I'm a monkey's uncle.

Good. And you can share bananas with your nigger friend in the stable.

So, the new Sheriff of Red Rock is traveling with you. No, he's lying.

He ain't Sheriff of nothing.

The southern renegade is just talking itself out of freezing to death is all.

What the fuck I tell you about talking, huh?

I'll bust you in the mouth right in front of these people. I don't give a

You never gave your name to them.

John Ruth.

Are you a lawman? I'm taking her to the law.

You're a bounty hunter. That's right, Buster.

Do you have a warrant?

Of course I do.

Man, it's here.

Why?

You're supposed to produce it upon request. How am I supposed to know

a villain kidnapping this woman without a warrant in your possession?

What's your name, Buster?

Well, it certainly isn't Buster.

It's Oswaldo Mowbray.

Oswaldo? Yes.

I got my warrant, Oswaldo.

I take it you're Daisy Domingue.

Yeah, it's her.

It says here, dead or alive.

Yeah, it does.

Transporting a desperate, hostile prisoner such as her sounds like hard

Wouldn't transporting her be easier if she were dead?

Well, no one said the job was supposed to be easy.

And why is her hanging proper so important to you? Let's just say I don't

cheating to hang, man. He's got to make a living, too.

Well, I appreciate that.

Allow me to properly introduce myself.

I'm Oswaldo Mowbray.

And they hang them in these pots.

La -dee -da.

Looks like I brought you a customer.

Let's have what it is.

You ever spent two days or more locked up with one of your customers before?

I can't say I have. Don't talk to my prisoner. I talk to my prisoner. That's

You got it? I got it.

Tell me good. You got anything in here besides coffee that can help warm us up?

The bar is open.

Follow me.

Thank you.

Allow me to properly introduce myself.

I'm Oswaldo Mowbray, the hangman in these parts.

La -dee -da.

It's like I brought you a customer.

You ever spent two days or more locked up with one of your customers before?

I can't say I have. Don't talk to my prisoner. I talk to my prisoner. That's

You got it? I got it. Oh, jolly good.

You got anything in here besides coffee that can help warm us up? The bar is

open.

Follow moi.

Thank you.

I'm cold.

I'll feed and water the horses. You go inside and get some hot coffee.

Got some stew cooking.

Should be done soon.

Now look, no matter how bad this blizzard gets, we still got to feed

horses and take a squat from time to time.

So me and Chris better lay out a line.

From the stable to the front door, and from the front door to the shithouse.

Okay?

Good idea.

Come on, Chris.

I'll give you a hand.

No, no, no, no, no. Go inside. Get warm.

You're doing stable work in a goddamn blizzard. I offer to help you say no.

You're right, amigo.

We're going to drop one every 10 paces from here to the door. Yeah.

You're wanted for murder.

For the sake of my analogy, let's just assume that you did it.

John Ruth wants to take you back to Red Rock to stand trial for murder.

And if you're found guilty, the people of Red Rock will hang you in the

town square. And at the hangman, I will perform the execution.

And if all those things end up taking place, that's... what civilized

society calls justice.

However, if the relatives and the loved ones of the person you

murdered were outside that door right now, and after busting down that door,

they drove you out into the snow and hung you up by the neck, that would be

frontier justice.

Now, the good part about...

frontier justice is it's very thirst quenching the bad part is it's apt

to be wrong as right well not in your case in your case you'd have it coming

other people maybe not so much but ultimately it's the real difference

the two the real difference is me the hangman

To me, it doesn't matter what you did. When I hang you, I'll get no

from your death. It's my job.

I hang you in Red Rock. I move on to the next town. I hang someone else there.

The man who pulls the lever that breaks your neck will be a dispassionate man.

And that dispassion is the very essence of justice.

For justice delivered without dispassion.

It's always in danger of not being justice.

How about that cowboy fella?

What's he writing in that book?

His diary, I suppose.

What's his story?

Don't know. Doesn't say much. He doesn't say much. He wrote up that whole

mountain together, didn't he? And he didn't say much.

What's his name?

I don't know.

He never said his name? I don't think so.

No offense, cowboy fella.

Just getting your attention.

Yeah, well.

You got it.

What you writing, friend?

Only the unqualified write about it. What's that?

My life story.

You're writing your life story.

You bet I am.

Am I in it?

You just entered.

Well, you like writing stories so much, why don't you tell me the story that

brings you here?

Who's asking? I am.

John Ruth. I'm bringing in this one, the Red Rock, to hang.

And ain't no way I'm spending a couple of nights under a roof with somebody I

don't know who they are and I don't know who you are. So, who are you?

Joe Gage. What?

That's my name.

Joe Gage.

Okay, Joe Gage.

Why are you going to Red Rock?

I ain't going to Red Rock.

Where are you going?

About nine miles outside of Red Rock.

What's there?

My mother.

Your mother.

Listen, I'm just a cow puncher. I just got back from a long drive.

I wasn't just an ass in a saddle this time.

I was a partner.

First time in my life I made a pretty penny in the...

I figured I'd come home and spend time with my mother for Christmas.

Now that's funny.

Because you don't look like the coming home for Christmas type.

Yeah, well... You know, looks can be deceiving.

Because I definitely am coming home for Christmas to spend time.

Wonderful thing.

Now, is that good enough for you, John Root?

For now, you declare my prisoner.

Hello, old timer.

You, sir, are a hyena.

I've no wish to speak to you.

I've been called worse.

Fair enough, General.

Sorry to bother you.

You're gonna kick it, old...

Doesn't have a latch. You've got a hammer up aboard. The hammer nailed by

door. There's a hammer nailed right there.

Oh, God.

Here. Here.

You need two pieces of wood. You've got a hammer and...

God damn it! Gotta open it if you don't have to! Shut up! I got it. Son of a

bitch.

Jesus

Christ.

That door's a whore.

Oh.

I'd get it to have a dash ready.

It was a joke.

How's the coffee?

Now, pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Navajo!

Guess who he...

Buffalo Bill?

Hardly.

I'm Osvaldo Mulberry. He's the hangman of Red Rock.

Oh, you are?

Yes, I am.

What the hell?

Good to meet you, Mr... Mulberry. Mulberry.

I'm Chris Mannix.

The new sheriff in Red Rock? Really?

Oh, shit.

Pay no attention to him.

Oh, shit!

The woman himself by that potbelly stove is a hell of a driver named O .B.

That's the only thing you've said that's the truth.

You coming into Red Rock to hang Lance Lawson?

Exactly. Do you have your execution orders on me? In my bag. May I see them?

course.

Who's Lance Lawson?

He's a fella been sitting in the Red Rock jail about a month now.

He's the fella who shot the fella.

Who was sheriff for me.

Precisely.

What did she mean when she said the bounty hunter's nigger friend in the

He's got a nigger bounty hunter friend in the stable.

But all that just got her.

I don't think that was the original idea, but...

That's the idea now.

A little snake bite in your coffee.

Yeah.

Five of you.

Well, well, well. Looks like Minnie's haberdasher is about to get cozy for the

next few days.

Yes, it does.

You're the chap with the Lincoln data.

The Lincoln what?

The letter from Abraham Lincoln.

President Abraham Lincoln?

Yes. Weren't you pen pal?

With the president.

I'm sorry. I heard that somebody in your party had a letter from Abraham

Lincoln. I assumed it was you.

Not him.

Black fella in the stable.

The nigger?

In the stable has a letter from Abraham Lincoln?

Yeah. The nigger in the stable.

has a letter from Abraham Lincoln.

Did you say your name was again?

Uh... Warren.

Minnie and Sweet Dave in there?

Minnie and Sweet Dave went to visit their mother on the north side of the

mountain. What?

Yeah. You mean they ain't here?

Yes, they're visiting her mother.

Her mother?

Yes.

Never knew many had a mother.

Everybody's got a mother?

Yeah, I suppose.

And she left you in charge.

Si.

That sure don't sound like Minnie.

Are you calling me a lawyer?

Well, not yet, eh?

Just sounds peculiar, though.

What sounds peculiar?

Well, first off, Minnie never struck me as the sentimental type.

But secondly, I can't imagine Sweet Dave lifting his fat ass out of his chair

long enough to fetch well water unless Minnie was laying a frying pan upside

head, let alone taking trips to the north side.

Well, that sounds a whole lot like you're calling me a liar, mi negro

Yeah, it do sound a whole lot like that, don't it?

But I still ain't done it yet.

Many still serve food?

Do you consider it stew food?

Yes. Then we serve food?

She still stinking up the place with her old quail pipe tobacco?

Mindy doesn't smoke a pipe.

She rolls her own.

Rega por tabaco.

A mi negro amigo. I think you already know this.

Yeah, I do, senor Bob.

Just seeing if you do.

Well cut my legs off and

call me shorty is that general Sanford Smith as I see

Well, I'll be double dog damn.

General Sandy don't give a damn, Smithers.

Captain, Chris Mannix, Mannix Marauders.

Erskine, boy.

Yes, sir.

May I sit down, sir?

According to the Yankees, it's a free country.

General Sandy Smithers.

Boy.

Oh, boy.

Did my daddy talk about you?

I heard you gave those blue bellies sweet hell.

Yeah, my boys did our part.

Just like Erskine and his boys did their part. Hell yeah, we did.

Yankee sons of bitches.

I never knew your father, son.

But I always respected his resolve.

Well, thank you for saying that, gentlemen.

Your respect would have meant the world to him.

Can I get you some coffee?

That'd be nice.

How about a blanket?

That'd be even nicer.

Hell, you know what? You can have mine.

Here we go, General.

So what brings you out Wyoming way, sir, if you don't mind my asking?

My boy.

You got a boy that lives in Red Rock?

My son.

Chester Charles Smithers.

He died out here a few years back.

Forgive me, sir.

I have no forgiveness needed, son.

Like I said, it was a few years back.

It was after he'd served his service.

Came out here to the hills of Wyoming to make his fortune.

Never to be heard from again.

I bought him a symbolic plot in the Red Rock Cemetery.

And I'm here to advise the stone maker on his headstone.

Was he a goner for sure?

No chance he could be living a cold life out in the woods.

It's a rough life, but folks can learn it.

If he'd have done what he came out here to do, he'd have come home.

Where's home?

Georgia.

Well, what say we have us a drink?

To Chester Charles Smithers.

A drink to your service to the South, sir.

And a drink to the great state of Georgia.

That's a drink I'd enjoy.

From Erskine Mannix's boy to my boy.

And that's a drink I'd like to drink.

Excuse me, General.

What's the drink, John Ruth?

Tequila and mezcal. And brandy.

Where's the brandy? Over there.

Who's he?

Another passenger.

What's his name?

Joe Gage.

What's he writing in that book?

His life story.

Joe Gage, is it?

It is.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm Chris Mannix, the new sheriff of Red Rock.

You too, Chris?

Can me and my new friend have some of your brandy, Joe?

Help yourself, Chris.

Thanks a bunch, Joe.

You're welcome, Chris.

General.

This is a drink to Chester Charles Smithers.

This is a drink to one man's commitment.

To a call.

And this is to the red in Georgia Clayton.

Ted.

General Sandy Smithers.

It's a small damn world.

I don't know about the world.

This goddamn mountain sure seems pretty fucking small.

Close, close!

You have to hold it closed or I'll end the shot!

Who the idiot broke the damn door?

Just fucking hold it closed!

Orderly, cabrón!

Hold it closed.

Hey, Paulie. Hey, Paulie. We need two pieces

of wood.

Lord, I'm coming on.

There you go, motherfucker.

A lot of hats in here, Bob.

Huh?

Considering Minnie's no -hat -to -indulge policy, which...

If I remember correctly, it was one of them bar iron rules, the kind of rules

she wore kept up in her absence.

You seem to have a laissez -faire attitude when it comes to the hats.

I'm guilty.

I have a laissez -faire attitude about the hats.

How about we forget about the hats today, considering there is a blizzard

on and on, and make tomorrow not a day?

I said that my daddy always said that Davis was a courageous man, but he

have put the Capitol in Montgomery and not Richmond.

I agree with that. The Army of Northern Virginia would have been used in a very

different way. I said the Army of North Virginia would have been used in a very

different way.

O .B., got a proposition for you. Well,

what do you propose?

You asked for $250 the first time, right?

Yeah. Well, how about $350?

Well, how about it?

Help me take them fellas down off the roof, stash them in the snow, when the

snow melts, tie them back on?

And the same deal about the booze and them ladies and records?

Mm -hmm.

You got yourself a deal, Smoke.

Oh, Major Warren, this is... Oswaldo Mulberry, Major.

National Service.

Oh, you're the executioner in these parts. Yeah, precisely.

Well, a fellow over at the bar brought you a customer.

So it would appear.

You know, my three fellas, they won't be needing your services.

You know that nigger, sir?

I don't know that nigger.

But I know he's a nigger.

And that's all I need to know.

Well, that nigger just ain't any nigger.

That nigger... General Sanford Smith!

Battle of Baton Rouge?

Inform the nigger in the cavalry officer's uniform.

That I had a division of Confederates under my command in Baton Rouge.

Major Nigger, General Smithers wishes me to inform you... I heard him here,

Billy.

Inform this old cracker that I was in Baton Rouge also.

On the other side.

Oh, that's interesting.

General Smithers, he said that he was also in Baton Rouge on the other side.

Captain Mannix.

Tell the nigger that I don't acknowledge niggers in northern uniforms.

You captured a whole colored command that day.

But not one colored trooper made it to a camp, did they?

We didn't have the time or the food, nor the inclination to care for

northern horses.

And least of all, northern niggers!

So we shot them where they stood, gentlemen!

Gentlemen, I know Americans aren't apt to let a little thing like unconditional

surrender get in the way of a good war.

But I strongly suggest we don't restage the battle of Baton Rouge during a

blizzard in Minnie's haberdashery.

Now, my Nubian friend.

While I realize passions are high, that was a while ago.

And if you shoot this unarmed old man, I guarantee I will hang you by the neck

until you are dead once we arrive in Red Rock.

I damn well guarantee that, too.

Yeah, Warren, that's the problem with old men.

You can kick them down the stairs and say it's an accident, but you can't just

shoot them.

Gentlemen, since we may be trapped here, close together like, for

a few days, may I suggest a possible solution?

We divide minis in half.

The northern side and the southern side.

With the dinner table operating as a neutral territory.

We could say that the fireplace, side of the room, acts as a symbolic

representative of Georgia.

While the bar represents Philadelphia.

As long as the bar is Philadelphia, I agree.

Are you done yet?

What the hell is this?

It's a chicken. No, it's not.

It's a half -plucked chicken.

A half -plucked chicken is bad luck, and we don't need bad luck in a blizzard.

Now, what's it doing here?

I was plucking it when your stitch arrived.

Stopped to take care of the passengers, huh? Hey. Well, you're not taking care

of passengers now.

I thought better to deal with the stool.

What the...

Well, that's Major Marquess.

The nigga that burnt down Wellingbeck Prison Camp, killed 47 Reds and 37

Yankees.

Now, his own side drummed his black ass out of the cavalry with a yellow stripe

down his back.

You will remember, put a reward on that dick's head.

30 ,000.

And then it dropped down to eight.

Last day's reward was five.

Now, a lot of fellas...

Went looking to collect that reward, and a lot of niggas got their head chopped

off. But nobody ever did get them right in the head.

That nigger.

The nigger with the $5 ,000 reward on his head?

Well, there ain't no reward no more.

But during the war, yeah.

That's that nigger.

That damn door's a dirty whore.

I just made some more coffee.

Grabbed some cups.

Get some in you.

Still got that deal we talked about in the wagon?

I help you protect your 8 ,000, you help me protect my 10? Yeah, I suppose.

One of them fellas is not...

What he says he is.

What is he?

Who's with this one? That's what he is.

One of them, maybe even two of them, is here to see Domergue goes free.

Accomplish that goal, they'll kill everybody in here.

They got him a couple of days, so all they got to do is sit tight and wait for

window of opportunity.

And that's when they strike.

If you say so, John.

You sure you ain't just being paranoid?

Our best bet is this duplicitous fella ain't as cool a customer as Daisy here.

He won't have the leather patience it takes to just sit here and wait.

Waiting for an opportunity and knowing it's the right one isn't so easy.

He can't handle it.

He'll stop waiting.

Try and create his opportunity. and that's when Mr.

Jumpy reveals himself.

What you got to say about all this?

What I got to say?

About John Rhys Ravens?

He's absolutely right.

Me and one of them fellas is in cahoots.

We're just waiting for everybody to go to sleep.

That's what we're gonna kill you.

Okay, everybody.

Hear this.

This here is Daisy Dommergoo.

She's wanted dead or alive for murder.

$10 ,000.

That money's mine, boys.

Don't want to share it.

I ain't going to lose it.

When that sun comes out, I'm taking this woman into Red Rock to hang.

Is there anybody here committed to stopping me from

doing that?

Really?

Nobody got a problem with this?

I guess that's very fortunate for me.

However, I hope you all understand I can't just

take your word.

Circumstances force me to take precautions.

When you say precautions, why do I feel you

mean me?

Because I'm going to take your gun, son.

You are?

Yes, I am.

Nothing personal.

Just mine.

Hangman's got himself a gun, too.

I'll be dealing with his gun after I deal with yours.

Really?

I feel kind of naked without it.

Oh, I still got mine.

A bastard's work is never done, huh, John Ruth?

That's right, Joe Gage.

Now give me the gun.

Do you want it?

Look at that gun, Dave.

Calm down.

Take your hand away.

Blink if you're calm.

He blinked?

He blinked.

Blink if you're going to remain calm.

He blinked.

Take his pistol.

I'm real sorry about this, son.

Like I said, nothing personal, just a precaution.

Pretty sneaky.

Afraid the same applies to you too, Mr.

Mowbray.

Precautions must be taken because life is too sweet to lose.

Hand me that little bucket.

O .B.

Go to the outhouse.

Take this bucket and dump it down the shithole.

Why do I got to go outside?

Your jacket's already on, and I sort of kind of trust you.

When we get to Red Rock, I'll replace the weapons you lost. That's the best I

can do.

When he leaves, you and you.

Nail the door behind him.

Get to it!

You, back to the bed.

You were doing good the way you were, lying down.

So lie down.

Okay, Mr. Mack, where's your gun?

I don't have a gun.

What's that?

Well, there's that.

Take it off the wall and put it on that table.

Open your coat wide open Sit

your ass down on that bench

Any more guns I don't know about.

Now, later on, I'm going to remember asking this question. And I'm going to

remember your answer. So one more time.

Any more guns I don't know about.

I just want to make an announcement. What announcement?

Stu is on.

is important.

Any more guns I don't know about?

Now, later on, I'm going to remember asking this question. And I'm going to

remember your answer. So one more time.

Any more guns I don't know about?

I just want to make an announcement. What announcement?

Stu's on.

What if I die?

Why do you want to sit here by yourself?

Everybody's sitting right over here. Just come have a little fun. Well, if

you're hungry, go sit at the table. And then you will be eating with a nigger.

You ain't got to sit next to that nigger.

Judas was at the table.

After

you,

Major.

General,

you need to get some food in here, please.

Sit with a nigger at the table and eat?

Gentlemen, I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist.

What privilege do you never have?

Touching an officer above you in rank.

General, sir.

Go eat your dinner with your nigger. Amen.

I'll bring you a blanket.

I got a blanket.

You need to get some food in your stomach, gentlemen.

In your butt.

So if Minnie was here, she'd have made some cornbread.

Have you forgotten how to take an order, Captain?

You are dismissed.

Yes, sir.

I still don't feel good about not getting you something to eat. Let me

you change your mind.

I'm gonna cut you loose while we eat.

If you get any ideas, I ain't going soft on you.

Lift your ass and put one inch off that seat and I'll put a bullet right in your

goddamn throat.

So damn good.

I suppose this blizzard counts as a stroke of luck as far as you're

You don't hear me complain, do you?

Nope, I sure don't.

Well, how about you, Oswaldo?

How about me what?

Look, considering all the things I've done for money, I ain't one to judge,

don't you feel just a little bad about hanging a woman?

Well, until they invent a trigger a woman can't pull, if you're a hangman,

you're going to hang women.

Well, hell, I guess I never looked at it like that before.

It comes with some of them mean bastards out there. It's the only thing that

does the job.

You really only need to hang mean bastards.

But mean bastards, you need to hang.

Ever! Going out in that shit!

Ever! Ever again!

You okay, O .B.?

I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

I just need to get warm.

You want some stew, Opie?

Stew?

Later.

So, how you doing, Black Major?

I ain't in the mood, Chris Maddox. Leave me be from your horse shit.

John Ruth says you got a Lincoln letter. I told you, jackass, go hee -haw

someplace else. That's right, John.

You did say that, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

So, you got a letter from Abraham Lincoln.

Yes.

Abraham Lincoln?

Yes. Abraham Lincoln, the President of the United States?

Yes. Of America?

Yes.

Wrote you a letter personally?

Yes. Personally as in, dear Major Warren?

No, personally as in, dear Marquess. Dear Marquess, Abraham Lincoln, the

President of the United States of America?

Yes.

May I see it? No, you may not.

But the way John tells it, you weren't just some random nigger soldier picked

from a pile of letters.

The way John tells it, y 'all had a correspondence.

Yes.

The way John tells it, y 'all was practically pen pals.

Yes.

And a pen pals, practically a friend.

a nigger drummed out of the Calvary with a yellow stripe down his back was

practically friends with the President of the United States of America.

John Ruth, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but ain't nobody in many's

haberdashery ever corresponded with Abraham Lincoln.

Least of all, that nigger there.

Of course it was.

Good work, Warren.

Talk that fast, nigga. Talk that fast.

I

guess

it's true.

say about you people?

Can't trust the fucking word comes out of your mouth.

What's the matter, John Rue?

I heard your people.

As a matter of fact, I'm dead.

I know I'm the only black son of a bitch you ever conversed with, so I'm gonna

cut you some slack.

But you got no idea what it's like being a black man facing down America.

The only time black folks are safe is when white folks is disarmed.

And this letter had the desired effect of disarming white folks.

You want to know why I lie about something like that, white man?

Got me on that stagecoach, didn't it?

Well, I tell you, like the good Lord told you, a letter from Abraham Lincoln

wouldn't have had that kind of effect on me.

I might let a whore pick on it.

Bet on it.

Good for you, sister.

Boy,

God damn it.

You leave that old man alone. Stand down, you son of a bitch.

I shared a battlefield with this man.

Or would you deny me that, too?

I suppose you would, huh?

May I join you?

So, how's life since the war?

Got both my legs.

There's my arms.

I can't complain.

Got a woman?

Fever took her start of this last winter.

What was her name?

Betsy.

Georgia girl?

Augusta.

Man of boy, Augusta girl.

I used to raise Kentucky horses.

Her pa was the owner of the breeder ship where I bought most of my ponies.

Oh, God damn it.

I made a good deal on her.

Took the stake he gave me and bought a bunch of peach orchards.

Set myself up pretty well.

Did a hell of a lot better. Neither one of them had no good brothers, that's for

damn sure.

Hey, boy come up here a few years back.

He spoke highly of his mama, too.

You knew my boy?

Did I know him?

Yep.

Yeah, I knew him.

You did not know my boy.

Suit yourself.

Did you know my son?

I know the day he died.

Do you?

No.

You want to know what day that was?

Yes.

The day he met.

He come up here to do a little nigger head hunting.

By then, the reward was those 5 ,000 bragging rights.

But to battle hard rebs, 5 ,000 just to cut off a nigger's head?

That's good money.

So them Johnnies climbed this mountain looking for fortune.

There wasn't no fortune to be found.

All they found...

It was me.

All them crackers come up here and sing a different tune when they found

themselves at the mercy of a nigga's gun.

Let's just forget it. I'll go my way, you go yours.

That's your boy Chester talking.

You're a goddamn lie.

If you just let me go home to my family, I swear I'll never sit down. foot

in Wyoming again.

That's what they all said.

Begging for his life, your boy told me his whole life

story.

And you was in that story, General.

When I knew me, I had the son.

Of the bloody nigger killer of Baton Rouge?

I knew me I was gonna have some fun.

You shut your lying nigger lips up!

General Smithers, don't you listen to him.

He didn't know your boy.

He just heard tell why your hair's off.

It was cold the day I killed your boy.

I don't mean snowy mountain Wyoming cold.

It's colder than that.

And on that cold day,

with your boy at the business end of my gun barrel, I made him strip

right down to his back.

Then I told him to start walking.

I walked his naked ass for two hours before the code collapsed.

You never even knew my boy?

No, he didn't.

He's just a sneaky nigger trying to get you to go for that gun.

Then he commenced to begging again.

But this time, he wasn't begging to go home.

He knew he'd never see his home again.

He wasn't begging for his life, neither.

Because he knew that was long gone.

All he wanted was a blanket.

Now, don't judge your boy too harshly, General. You ain't never been cold as

your boy was that day.

You'd be surprised what a man that cold would do for

a blanket.

You want to know what your boy did?

I pulled my big black pecker out of my pants, and I made him

crawl through the snow on all fours over to it.

Then I grabbed me a handful of that black hair at the back of his head,

and I stuck my big...

Black Johnson right down his goddamn throat.

And it was full of blood, so it was warm.

Oh, you bet your sweet ass it was warm.

And Chester Charles Smithers sucked on that warm black

dingus for long as he could.

I didn't see pictures, ain't you?

Your boy.

Black dude, dingus in his mouth.

Him shaking, him crying, me laughing.

And him not understanding.

But you understand, don't you, Sandy?

I never did give your boy that blanket.

Even after all he did.

And he did everything I asked.

No blanket.

That blanket was just a heartbreaking last promise.

Kind of like those uniforms the union issued those colored troops that you

not to acknowledge.

So what you going to do, old man?

You gonna spend the next two, three days ignoring the nigga that killed your

boy?

Ignoring how I made him suffer?

Ignoring how I made him lick all over my Johnson?

The dumbest thing your boy ever did was to let me know

he was your...

Boom.

About 15 minutes has passed since we last left our characters.

Joe Gage volunteered to take Smithers' dead body outside.

Straws were drawn to see who'd help him.

Obi lost.

Chris, John, Ruth, and Oswaldo had a vigorous debate about the legality of

self -defense murder that just transpired.

Major Marquis Warren, who was supremely confident about the legality of what

just transpired, ignored them, sat at the table by himself, and drank brandy.

Captain Chris Mannix donned the dead general's coat and joined Oswaldo in

lighting the candles and lanterns.

Hey, Ozzie!

Now you've got the right idea.

Let's light this place up.

John Ruth held the door closed, waiting for Joe Gage and O .B. to return.

Bob enjoyed a manzana roja.

Domergue, however, hasn't moved from her spot at the community dinner table

since John Ruth uncuffed her.

John Ruth.

Yeah.

Can I play that guitar over there?

Let's go back a bit.

Yo, boy.

Black dude's dingus in his mouth.

Fifteen minutes ago, Major Warren shot General Smithers in front of everybody.

But about 40 seconds before that...

Something equally as important happened, but not everybody saw it.

While Major Warren was captivating the crowd with tales of black dicks and

mouths, somebody poisoned the coffee.

He did everything I... No, Mike.

And the only one to see him do it...

was Dommergo.

That's why this is called.

Don Ragoose got a secret.

John Rhys.

Yeah.

Can I play that guitar over there?

If you come back with anything else but a guitar, my pistol plays a tune.

Dahmer Goo's Death March.

Listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell my tale.

Oh, the thief from England, sure I was condemned to fail.

Jury found me guilty, sir, and said the judge said he...

For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you...

The soldiers on the combat ship were full five hundred strong.

They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away.

I'd rather join that pirate ship than go to Boston, D

.C.

One got us in everything.

I'll kill you bastards, one by one, I'll gung, I'll slaughter down.

Give them all a little shock, and then I'll die.

Yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.

That's the one you like to...

Singing a stagecoach, huh?

Yeah. It's kind of pretty.

Got another verse to it?

Yeah, a lot.

Well, go ahead. Sing it.

Merry Satan.

Muffet is on the grave.

By and by I'll break my chains into the bush I'll go.

And you'll be dead behind me, John.

Music time's over.

When you get to hell, John, tell them Daisy sent you.

Give me that fucking gun.

Don't test me, bitch.

Everybody, get your backsides up against that back wall over yonder.

Well, God damn it.

Get or don't get, Joe Gage. It's up to you.

I'm getting. Then get.

You too, senor Bob.

Everybody turn around and put your hands on that wall.

Move them damn snowshoes!

Everybody keep your mouth shut.

Do like I say.

You open your mouth, you're going to get a bullet.

Move a little sudden, a little strange, you're going to get a bullet.

Not a warning, not a question, a bullet.

You got that?

Let me hear you say, I got it. I got it. I got it.

We have it.

Chris Mannix, come over here on this side.

Come on.

Take this gun out of my holster.

I need it, Tim.

Now, like I said, anybody does anything, and I mean anything.

You kill him.

So, you finally decided I'm telling the truth about being the sheriff of Red

Rock, huh?

I don't know about all that.

But I know you ain't the killer poison in that coffee because you almost drunk

it your own damn self.

One of them is.

Give me the key.

Give me the key!

You motherfucking black bastard!

You're gonna die on this mountain and I'm gonna fucking laugh when you do!

What did I say about talking?

I meant it, didn't I?

Now, you need to understand, you just killed the only man here committed to

getting you to Red Rock alive.

Now, one of y 'all is working with her.

Or two of y 'all is working with her.

Or all y 'all is.

But only one of you poisoned the coffee.

What charms this bitch got make a man brave a blizzard kill in cold blood?

I'm sure I don't know.

Well, John Ruth's trying to hang you once.

So you kill him.

Okay.

Maybe.

But O .B.

wasn't hanging nobody.

He damn sure wasn't.

But he sure enough laying over there dead now, though, ain't he? He damn sure

is, you sons of bitches.

Just like any one of us would have drunk that coffee. Like me, God damn it.

Now, those of y 'all with your hands on the wall don't practice in poison.

You need to think about that.

Think about how it could have been you rolling around here on this floor.

And how the man standing next to you would be responsible.

And I know who I got my money on.

Oh, that's right, Joe Gage. I'm looking at you.

Not so fast, Chris.

We'll get there.

Let's slow it down.

Let's slow it way down.

Who made the coffee?

He did.

Yeah, he did, didn't he?

Yeah, he did, didn't he?

Now, why is the hangman, who's got nothing on his mind except getting this

to the gallows, brewing the coffee in minutes, half -dash?

Because his coffee was dreadful.

Is that right?

Well, ain't that interesting.

You didn't have any of my coffee, so don't be so sure about what this little

says.

I had some of his coffee.

It wasn't the best coffee I ever drank, but there's nothing wrong with it.

Well, if you want me to make a pot of coffee, all you have to do is ask.

Maybe.

Maybe.

But it's the stew that's got me thinking.

Now, how long you say Minnie been gone?

A week?

Okay.

See, my mama used to make stew.

And it always tasted the same, no matter the meat.

And there was another fellow on the plantation, Uncle Charlie.

He made stew, too.

And like my mama, I ate his stew from the time I was a whipper till I

was a full -grown man.

No matter the meat, it always tasted like Uncle Charlie's stew.

Now, I ain't had many stews in six months, so I ain't no expert, but that,

Damn sure is Minnie's stew.

So if Minnie is on the north side visiting her mama for a week, how she

stew this morning?

And this, this is Sweet Day's chip.

When I sat in it earlier, I couldn't believe it.

Nobody. Sits in Sweet Dave's chair.

This may be menace plates, but this is damn sure Sweet Dave's

chair.

And if he went to the north side, I'm pretty goddamn

sure this chair be going with him.

What's in the chair?

Just what I thought.

Sweet Dave's goddamn blood.

So, were you actually accusing me of murder?

The way I see it, Senor Bob, is whoever is working with her

ain't who they say they is.

And if it's you...

That means Minnie and her man ain't at her mama's.

They laying out back there dead somewhere.

Or if it's you, little British man, the real Oswaldo Mowbray laying in a ditch

somewhere and you just an English fella passing off his papers.

Or we go by my theory, which is the ugliest guy did it.

Which makes it you, Joe Gage.

So I take it you deduced the coffee was poisoned while you were murdering the

old man?

Yes.

Well, mi negro amigo, during that whole incident, I was sitting on that side of

the room playing Silent Night on the piano.

Oh, I didn't say you poisoned the coffee.

I said you didn't make the stew.

My theory is...

with the man who poisoned the coffee.

And both of y 'all murdered Minnie, Sweet Dave, and whoever else picked this

luck day to visit Minnie's haberdashery this morning.

And at some point, y 'all intended to bushwhack John Root

and Free Daisy.

But you didn't count on the blizzard, and you didn't count on the two of us.

That's as far as I got. How am I doing?

You're a real imaginative nigger, ain't you?

So, do you intend to murder me based on a far -fetched nigger theory?

Or can you prove it, cabrón?

It ain't so far -fetched, senor Bob.

And it's a little bit more than a theory.

How long you say you been working for, Manny?

Four months.

See, if you'd have been here two and a half years ago, you'd know about that

sign used to hang up over the bar.

Manny mention that to you?

No.

You want to know what that sign says, Senor Bob?

No dogs or Mexicans allowed.

Now, Minnie hung that sign up the day she opened this haberdashery. And it

over that bar every day till she took it down a little over two years ago.

You know why she took it down?

She started letting in dogs.

Now, Minnie liked just about everybody.

But she sure don't.

So when you tell me Minnie went to the north side to visit her mama, well, I

find that highly unlikely.

But okay.

Maybe.

But when you tell me Minnie Mink took the haberdashery, the

most precious thing to her in the whole world, and left it in the hands of a

goddamn Mexican?

Well, that's what I meant in the barn when I said that show don't sound like

Minnie.

Now, I am calling you a liar, Senor Bob.

And if you lying, which you are, then you killed Minnie.

And two days.

And there goes Senor Bob.

But that still don't get us no closer to which one of y 'all poisoned the

coffee, though.

Do it, Chris.

No, it sure don't.

Now, one of y 'all poisoned this coffee to free days.

If I don't hear a confession from one of you motherfuckers quick, fast, and in a

hurry... I'm going to pour this whole pot of coffee down that bitch's goddamn

throat.

Okay. Time's up.

Son!

All right, I did it.

It was me. I poisoned the coffee.

I fucking knew it!

Oh!

You're going to die now, you murdering bastard.

Major Warren, please let me send this ugly son of a bitch to hell.

You killed O .B.? He is worth ten of you.

Ward, can I kill him?

Thank you.

What is this?

Thank you.

Hey, Charlie, my boy. How the hell are you? How you, Ed? How you, Judy?

Yeah.

How many you got?

Full house today, friend.

Got one in there waiting.

Well, you're going to have to keep on waiting. We ain't got no room.

Well, you need to tell Minnie, because he's been here two days, and Minnie

him out of here. Well, I can't give him the seat I don't have.

Listen, why don't you take the passengers inside and introduce them to

warm yourself up, and drink some coffee.

everybody, Minnie's haberdashery.

Step outside, you and your friends can stretch your legs. When you're ready,

step on inside, get warm by the fire, get some coffee in you.

I'll introduce you to Minnie.

Don't run your business with her.

Coffee would be the first thing you'd make.

Come on in, everybody. Don't be shy.

Hi. Everybody, this is Minnie. And this is her play.

Behind me, tucking that chicken, is Gemma.

Lovely smile, that Gemma.

Now, the fella in the uniform, I don't know. But the one he's playing chess

is sweet Dave.

Hiya, Dave.

Hey, Jenny.

And Minnie, these are the passengers.

Well, that's not good enough.

Go on, take away them rags. Let's see some faces. Let's hear some names.

Oswald A. Mayberry, madam.

Joe Gage.

Bob.

And I'm Jody.

It's a pleasant surprise to find such a warm sanctuary in the middle of such a

cold hell.

Well, make yourself comfortable. Get warm by the fire.

Oh, we're just going to go warm ourselves by the stove, if that's all

Oh, stove, fireplace, whatever. Just get warm.

Oh, Judy said something about the best coffee in the world.

Yes, I do believe Judy did say something about the best coffee in the world.

Well, I don't know about all that, but I'll tell you what it is. It's hot, it's

strong, and it's good. And in this here snow, it's showing up, warms your ass

up. You don't need to sell it, Minnie. You need to make it. And you need to get

your ass out there and help Charlie with them bags and get Ed in here.

Matt.

Fix that coffee. I'll fix you.

I don't know. Some old man.

Well, I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it.

I'm just telling you what she said.

Anyway, she sent me out here to help Charlie. She wants to talk to you.

Charlie, you got a hold of these fellas?

Got them, Ed.

Miss Minnie, would you rope me a cigarette?

Sure, honey. I smoke red apple tobacco. Is that all right?

It's my favorite.

Don't mind me, gentlemen.

I'm just watching.

You play?

You know, I must have had at least 12 people teach me that goddamn game.

Just... Never could keep the moves in my head.

But if I'm not stirring, I like to watch.

Hell no. I like whipping this old man's ass in front of an audience.

You ain't whipping shit.

Merci beaucoup, mademoiselle.

Oh, that's real nice. What is that?

That's French.

You speak French?

Oui. Oui? What does that mean?

It means yes.

Hey Dave, ask me if my ass is fat.

What?

Ask me if my ass is fat.

It is.

I said ask me.

Why? Just do it.

Is your ass fat?

Oui.

Look at that child, I can speak French.

Are you the jelly bean salesman around here?

How many peppermint sticks I get for a nickel?

Five.

Thank you, sugar.

Okay.

Allow me to assist you, madam.

I'm bringing in your bandage, if anybody wants to change your clothes before Red

Rock.

Thank you.

Thanks.

So why do they call you Six Horse Judy, anyway?

Because I'm the only Judy you've ever seen that can drive a six -horse team?

Oh, yeah.

Kind of a stupid question.

Do you mind holding this for me?

Rock steady, madam.

Rock steady.

You got a very sweet little accent.

Where's that from? England?

I take exception to that.

New Zealand. Careful, madam.

Not anywhere near. Precarious. Old team.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha,

ha,

ha. Ha,

ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha,

ha. Ha, ha,

ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. What the fuck's in Auckland?

Where I'm from.

It's our biggest city.

Coffee's ready.

Well, it's about damn time.

Best coffee on the mountain.

Oh, I don't know about all that.

Stagecoach drivers like the passengers not so much.

Most find it a mile too strong.

Can't be too strong on this mountain.

Thank you.

Where?

What do you think, Pete?

It does make the fit up more convincing.

Okay.

I'll talk to the old man.

Three collective bodies and chuck them in that well out there.

And then start on hitching the horses and getting them in the barn and getting

them fed.

Well, hang on.

They've put the horses away. That's easy enough.

But dragging these fat bastards up and down the mountain, that's fucking

impossible, mate.

Okay.

Well, this is a store, so it is.

There's got to be a whale barrel around here somewhere.

Start with the horses.

And as soon as I get through with this old hickory tree, I'll come out and help

you, okay?

Ben, grab my coat, will you?

But I want you Looking for

someone

And you're feeling the world closing on you.

You're asking... Look, I just thought of working here.

Whatever many did to make y 'all mad.

I had nothing to do with it.

If you was a cat, what just happened here

would count as one of your nine lives.

Do you realize how close you came to being tossed on a pile of negatives?

Yes.

And when it comes to that pile of negatives that we're building now back,

won't take nothing to make you general of it. You believe that?

I expect no less.

Not so fast.

old man you might have a way out of this yet

later today

dirty son of a gun

gonna come in here

and he's gonna have my sister with him

and he is gonna have her in chains

I'm taking her to Red Rock.

To be hung.

You know why?

No.

Ten thousand dollars.

when he gets here.

I'm gonna kill that fella and turn my sister loose.

Now, do you have any reason why you would want to interfere with me saving

sister from a hangman's rope?

No. You don't?

No, I don't.

You sure you don't?

I mean, we did just kill Minnie and Sweet Dave.

And you and Sweet Dave look mighty chummy over here.

I just met these people. I don't give a damn about them. Or you.

Or your sister?

Or any other son of a bitch in Wyoming, for that matter?

That is a good answer, old man.

Now, when they get here, you just sit your ass in this chair.

And you don't do nothing.

You don't say nothing. Hello.

Thank you. Good night.

That's about it.

Maybe your name.

But that's it.

Thank you. Good night.

And... Maybe... Be an old man.

Be Dottie.

Go to sleep.

And don't you say nothing, and I mean nothing, to that bounty hunter that's

my sister. Do you understand?

Yes.

When it's safe, I'll kill him.

Free my sister.

And leave you be.

Deal?

Deal.

Thank you.

During the next four hours, Jody and the boys chuck the bodies down the well.

Put away the horses.

Tidied up around minis.

Stash weapons for further use.

And waited for John Ruth and Daisy's stage to arrive.

All right, boys, this is it.

Let's get ready.

Now remember, it doesn't matter if we have four men or 40.

We are still going to be facing John Ruth.

chained to my sister with a pistol pointed at her belly.

Now, killing that fella before he kills my sister ain't gonna be easy, but you

better believe that's exactly what we're gonna do.

So the name of the game here is patience.

Trapped here for two or three days, at some point he will close his eyes, and

that's when you blow the top of his head off.

I say the first 45 seconds he's in the room is a good time. If you got a shot,

Grouch, take it.

Or be right.

Oh, my sister is dead.

Remember, old man, if my sister don't make it off of this mountain alive,

neither do you.

I'll do my best.

Good luck, mate.

Who is it out there? Close the door.

You've got to nail it, Jack.

You have to nail it, Jack.

Hold it, Jack. The hammer nailed by the door. Nailed by the door.

Give me another piece of wood.

I need a nail.

That door's a son of a gun.

Who's the idiot who broke that? That Mexican fella?

Who'd hit him?

A woman?

Out in this white hell, you must be frozen solid, poor thing.

Looks like Minnie's got her a full house.

When did you fellas arrive?

About 40 minutes ago.

That cowboy fell in the corner. That's your driver?

No, he's a passenger.

The driver lit out. Said he was going to spend the blizzard shacked up with a

friend. Lucky devil.

Christ, that's awful.

Christ almighty, what'd that Mexican fella do? Stoke his own socks in the

think we all felt the same way, but we're a little too polite to say

You don't have that problem.

Where's the well water?

Over there.

So, all three of you fellas headed to Red Rock when the blizzard

stopped. Yeah.

All three of us were on that dead coach out there.

Coffee beans.

They're over there.

Get your hand out of there.

New sheriff of Red Rock's traveling with us. Sheriff of Red Rock, that'll be the

day. He's the goddamn sheriff. I'm a monkey's uncle.

Good. You can share bananas with your nigger friend in the stable.

Sir!

The new sheriff of Red Rock is traveling with you. Looks like I'm gonna have to

do this the hard way. No, he's lying.

He ain't sheriff of nothing.

He's a southern renegade. He's just...

Talking itself out of freezing to death is all. What the fuck I tell you about

talking, huh?

I'll bust you in the mouth right in front of these people. I don't give a

Just you wait, you fuck. You never gave your name to her. John Ruth.

You a lawman?

Can't take another law.

So you're a bounty hunter. That's right, Buster.

How you doing, old boy?

I shot my nuts off.

I'm freezing.

Burning up at the same time.

Bleeding like a stuck pig.

I think I'm gonna die.

And these motherfuckers did it.

That's how I'm doing.

How you doing?

Well, my leg hurts really bad.

But I think if I put all my weight on my rifle... I'm just being sarcastic. I

don't give a fuck about your leg.

Hey, you.

Just make yourself comfortable.

Don't worry about my comfort.

Shit, I can't feel my ass no more.

Don't worry about these owl hoops.

That bushwhacking nut shooter in the basement.

either give up by the time i count to three i shoot domagu

in the head one two no no no don't shoot

her in the head coming up hold on now you butch wagon sack shooter

you just opened the door we tell you when to come up

Now throw out your other pistol.

I ain't got another pistol. Well, you better shit another pistol out your ass.

Because if you don't throw one up here in the next two seconds, we're going to

kill this bitch.

See? Told you.

With your hands where we can see them.

Slow.

How you doing, dummy?

Better.

Now I see your ugly face.

How you like that? You bushwhacking castrator!

What are you doing? He was getting on!

It took him too long, so I've done it for him.

Joe Gates!

You dance over here and shut this trap door.

Ah! Ah!

May I sit in the chair?

Yes, you may.

Put your hands flat on that table.

Don't move them.

Max!

You sure picked the wrong time to turn into a nigger lover.

Don't you see that nigger in John Ruth put you smack dab in the middle of

danger? You're about to be murdered in some nigger named Minnie's house and you

don't even know why.

Okay.

Bitch.

I'll bite.

Why?

I'm working with all three of them fellas.

But not because they got butterflies in their belly about me, but because we're

all gang members.

The Jody Domingue gang.

That fella y 'all just killed in the basement was Jody Domingue, my brother.

Well, who the hell is Jody Domingray?

You want to tell him about him, man?

He was a big bad cat worth $50 ,000.

And every member of his gang was worth at least $10 ,000.

Which finally explains why you worth $10 ,000.

And what's going to happen when that son comes out, nigger? So is my brother's

15 men coming straight here for us. Tell him, Grouch.

Jody's got 15 men waiting in Red Rock.

We couldn't kill John Ruth and free Daisy here.

Their job was to sack the town, kill John Ruth, and free Daisy there.

Point is, you ain't a part of this drama, Chris.

We are.

Warren is.

Ruth was.

But you ain't.

So, Chris...

Let's make a deal.

You gonna make a deal with me?

I just shot Oswaldo.

Yeah. He shot you too.

And he shot you first.

And that was before you knew the situation. Now you know the situation.

Look, this only works if we're all reasonable.

Hey, Pete!

Tell him no hard feelings.

No worries, mate.

Now, with my brother dead, I'm in charge of this gang.

Right, boys?

That's right, Dee Dee. Oh, yeah.

And, Chris, I'm telling you, you ain't done anything yet that we can't forgive.

So, let's make a deal.

No deal, bitch.

You gonna let that nigger speak for you, Chris?

Hold it, Warren.

Seeing as how she ain't got nothing to sell, I'm kind of curious about her

pitch.

Humor me.

Bitch.

What's your deal?

Easy.

Take your gun.

Shoot that nigger dead.

Then we sit here all night flat for the next two days.

When it's no mouth, we go to Mexico, you go on to Red Rock, get that star pinned

on your chest.

Hey, Pete, how much can we pay him?

Well, we could give him Marco.

Bob's real name is Marco the Mexican.

He's worth $12 ,000.

That's Marco the Mexican?

Precisely, yeah.

Yeah. Now that Adam blowed his face off, my co ain't worth a peso.

Well, then, if I die in the next two days, which is more than likely, you can

have me.

Under the name of English Pete Hickok, I got a federal bounty of $15 ,000 on my

head.

It's all yours, Chris.

You keep talking, Pete.

You're going to talk yourself to death.

Joe Gay, who you be?

Grouch Douglas.

You heard of him?

Yeah, I heard of Grouch Douglas.

He worked 10 just like Dayton.

Remind me why we wouldn't just kill all y 'all.

Cash in.

Oh, you can kill us all, but you'll never spend a cent of that bounty money.

And you'll never leave this mountain alive.

Because when that snow melts, the rest of Jody's gang, all 15 of them that were

waiting in Red Rock, are coming here.

Now, let's say you shoot us all.

If you really want all that Domingue Gray gang bounty money, you still got to

get all our corpses in the Red Rock.

And then it's going to be so easy.

Because I doubt you can drive a four -horse team.

That wagon out there is too heavy for a two -horse team.

So that means you're going to have to lead a string of horses into Red Rock.

And with that deep snow after a blizzard, you ain't going to be able to

with any more than, say, one body per horse.

So that's you leading a string of four horses into Red Rock.

And with all them horses in that snow, and you all by your lonesome, you're

going to be a might pokey.

And you're going to run smack dab into the Domingue Gray Gang. And again,

Grouch, how many is that?

15 killers strong.

And when those 15 killers come across you in possession of all our dead

they ain't just gonna kill you and that nigger. They're gonna go back to Red

Rock and kill every son of a bitch in that town.

You really the sheriff of Red Rock? You wanna save the town? Then shoot that

nigger!

The deal still stands, Chris.

You ain't done nothing we can't forgive.

It's all still on that nigger.

You shoot him dead, take my body, sit out of the snow with Daisy...

Get there!

Get there!

So, you were saying...

We sit here, all nice and friendly like, for the next two days.

Then the snow melts.

You leave here, meet up with your gang, and I tell it to Mexico.

That's the deal, right?

Yeah.

And I get Oswaldo?

And Joe Gage?

Yeah.

Well, Jody's worth $50 ,000. What about his body?

You gonna make...

a deal with this diabolical

bitch? I ain't saying I'm gonna make a deal with her. We're just talking.

Calm down.

So what about Jody's body and the $50 ,000?

They're getting greedy, Rob. No deal.

We're taking Jody's body back with us. He got children.

So I kill Warren.

And we're all friends.

No

deal,

Trent.

left in that town unburnt.

Well, I guess I should be plum scared right now, huh?

If you had any brains, you would be.

You see... Here's the problem, Daisy.

In order for me to be scared of your threats, I got to believe in those 15

gang members waiting it out in Red Rock. And boy, oh, boy.

What I believe is Joe Gage or Grouch Douglas, whatever the fuck his name

was, poisoned the coffee.

And you watched him do it.

And you watched me pour a cup and you didn't say shit.

And I believe you are what you've always been.

A lying bitch who will do anything to cheat the rope waiting for her in Red

Rock, including shitting out 15 extra gang members whenever you need be.

And... I believe when

it comes to what's left of the Jody Domingue Gray gang,

I'm looking at him.

Right here, right now, dead on this motherfucking floor.

Goddamn right.

You're gonna die on this mountain, Chris.

My brother leads an army of men.

Horseshit!

My daddy led an army.

He led a renegade army, fighting for a lost cause.

My daddy held up to 400...

after the war with nothing but their respect in his command.

Your brother's just an aahoot who let a gang of killers.

I don't feel so good.

Black bastard.

That bastard did before he died.

We'll save your life.

We're going to die, white boy.

We ain't got no say in that.

There is one thing left we do have a say in.

And that's how we kill this bitch.

And I say shooting's too good for her.

John Rook could have shot her anywhere, anytime, along the way.

John Roof was the hangman.

When the hangman catches you, you don't die by no bullet.

When the hangman catches you, you hang.

You only need to hang mean bastards.

But mean bastards you need to hang.

Until death!

That sure was...

Hey.

I hope this letter finds you in good health instead.

I'm doing fine.

Although I wish there were more hours in a day.

There's just so much to do.

Times are changing slowly, but surely.

And it's men like you that will make a difference.

Your military success is a credit not only to you, but

your race as well.

I'm very proud every time I hear news of you.

We still have a long way to go, but hand in hand,

I know we'll get there.

I just wanted to let you know.

Get in my thoughts.

Hopefully, our paths will cross in the future.

Until then, I remain your friend.

Old Mary Todd's calling, so I guess it must be time for

bed.

Respectfully, Abraham.

That's a nice touch.

Yeah.

Thanks.

but there won't be.

Now the glory...

He may be the younger brother who ran away.