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- Look there.

- So what?

It's just another saddle tramp.

- No, look here.

- Bosh!

Everyone knows Link Maddock only works the Indian territory.

- Look again, you know it all.

- Well, I'll be.

What does that book say about him?

- It says all his blood money

is saved in a buried coffin

atop a derelict confederate graveyard.

- Where?

- No one knows.

But the book says he keeps it real secure

from those that do find it.

- My daddy said he once saw Maddock shoot

a stray dog that pissed on his boot, midstream too.

- Come on, let's follow.

I got me an idea.

- Deputy, I told you when you see these,

you tear them down.

I will not have my office being used

as a advertisement post for these mud shows.

Donations for the widows and orphan fund

ain't till December.

You're a few months early, Mister?

All right, all right, all right.

Mister, I could have you shot for that.

I'm not doin' business with an armed man.

It's a town ordinance.

Don't worry, you'll get it back after you leave my office.

I don't like bounty hunters hangin' around my town.

So I suggest when we're done here,

you just keep on walkin' outta Coffee Field, Mister?

What'd you say your name was again?

- I didn't.

- That an accent?

You're not American?

- Is that gonna buy?

- All right, see what you got here.

What of it?

That mess could be anyone.

I'll be damned.

You'll need to converse

with the county judge about your reward.

I can't help you.

- Courthouse is in Caulker City.

It's a day's ride.

- Yep.

So, I suggest you get gone

and get your quarry outta here before it rots any further,

'cause in this town, blood is thicker than this tin badge.

See, Pinto, Pinto Sykes,

is my deputy's second cousin.

That means son of a bitch that he was,

he's my first cousin, and son of a bitch or not,

that makes him family.

And no matter what the law says, I can't trade on family.

- Hm.

All the same, I'll take my money now.

- You stupid fool.

I'm giving you a chance to walk outta here.

- In silver.

- All I got for you is lead.

- I'll save your burial costs.

- Jesus, you got him.

You were right.

He's got reward out for him in Coachees County.

It says right here in your book.

You weren't joshin'.

We're gonna be rich!

- Three weeks.

It's how long you've been here,

if you were wondering.

I'm Sister Marie.

The bandage?

Before I devoted my life to the church,

my father was a horse doctor, and he taught me his practice.

I always suspected he wanted a son.

- Horses?

- Yes.

It does seem that man and beast

are quite the same on the inside.

- Jesus.

- I am so glad that you brought him up.

You see, it was Christ who saved you.

The Lord works through me, Mr. Maddock.

He is the one who saved you.

He is the one who gave you a second chance, not I.

You see, I believe that the Lord has a plan for you.

He wants to give you every opportunity

for you to be set on the right path this time,

tempting you with ownership

of your previous weapon would be unbearably cruel.

So, I sold your gun.

- What?

- It's all a part of the Lord's plan, Mr. Maddock.

Do you not remember the burning?

For days it's all you would talk about day and night.

All you would speak about are demons,

apostles of hell that were torturing you

with visions of what you would endure

in the devil's layer for the mortal sins that you committed.

- I was sick.

- No, no.

It was not the delirium, Mr. Maddock.

Satan had a hold on you.

He had been waiting all your life

and for a brief moment he had you.

But that is in the past now.

He has a plan for you to do better than you did.

Like, "Thou shalt not murder."

Well, Mr. Maddock, you must be starving.

You get dressed now and I'll get you something.

So, you've seen the children.

Orphans, poor dears.

The parish runs the church.

The town orphanage, really.

To be honest with you,

we haven't had many donations lately.

So, we've taken to growing and selling the harvest,

but no luck thus yet.

And the only donation we've had

so far this year was your gracious contribution.

- Hm.

- Your sold gun, of course.

And the-

One moment, please.

I'm sorry.

That was Mr. Greeves, the bank president.

He has done everything he can with the board of directors

and if they can't meet the required amount

of charity by the end of the month,

then the bank is gonna take back the orphanage.

- Throw them back out on the street?

- They could stay here for a little while longer,

but the parish does not have the funds

to feed the dozens of hungry mouths.

If there were some kind soul

who could make a sizable donation,

I'm sure we could keep finding them homes.

I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna let you enjoy your dinner.

- If someone were to?

- Yes?

- Saving those foundlings would go a long way

for a man's salvation, wouldn't it?

- Well, yes, but...

- I'll be back before the bank comes to collect.

- Mr. Maddock, thank you.

- The horses!

- Bastard's still alive!

- Sir, please.

- Where is he?

- Some woodsman.

Lives south of here.

But Grey Cloud knows no names.

He swears to the high spirit.

When Grey Cloud was ensnared in his steel animals jaws

the other four left him to die.

- Where is the money?

- All around.

Difficult to see in shroud of darkness

and master spirit's anger.

Others left with gold.

No such luck for Grey Cloud.

In confusion, he came across worthless paper.

Now, Mister, I must ask you, in this day, in this age,

who the fuck keeps Confederate script?

- Call me sentimental.

Why'd you do it?

My people need money.

Man came.

A white eye like you.

Promised Grey Cloud you would lead

to money if he and the others followed.

- This man hired the others too?

- He was with us.

- The others, all strangers to this man?

- A stranger to Grey Cloud.

But he can only speak for himself.

- Why hire help when he could have the whole pot to himself?

- That white eye was no fool.

He said you would be dangerous.

- He was right.

- "Thou shalt not murder.

Thou shalt not murder."

- Huh, leaves a lot of room for self defense.

- Crazy white man.

Grey Cloud would like the use of his leg again, please.

In return, he will help you track down others.

- What words are these?

- Cherokee.

Or until we meet again.

Pray to your sky spirit we don't.

- But Grey Cloud is Mohawk.

- Thou shall not murder.

- We'll be nice and warm tonight, won't we?

Toasty warm.

Daddy's home!

Anybody miss me?

Yeah.

Where are you goin'?

Ah, Toscanini, my old friend.

You need a little bit of a touch up.

We'll be gettin' you fixed up soon enough.

And when you're good and presentable with this.

I'll get a little place outside'a town.

Mm hm.

Where you-

Where all of you,

can be seen and admired.

No more cooped up

here in this wilderness with me.

Damn deer.

- "Thou shall not murder."

- Oh, forgive me, Mister,

but as my old grande used to say,

"Only way to follow one good practical joke

is with another."

And besides, I'm pretty proud of my work

and I don't often get to show it off.

Pretty good, eh?

I bet you'd look pretty good decoratin'

up on my wall you funny son of a bitch.

Why don't you toss me up them nuggets

and maybe I'll put you up outta that hole.

- You'll have to come down and take them.

- Is that so?

Ah.

Well, funny man, there's something gotta happen first.

Shit!

God damn it to hell.

Reckon the jokes on me, eh?

I've been killin' critters my whole life

but I never killed a person before.

These ways, if you don't count Injuns.

But never no white man before.

- Hm.

You know, it's easy.

Just come down and I show you.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you are funny.

No, no, no, no.

You wait right there.

Wait right there.

I got just the ticket for you.

This way, that way I didn't have to look

you in the face and I was...

There you go.

Not so funny are we now, Mister?

Gertrude?

What are you playin' at?

Mister, Mister, please.

- Names and whereabouts of.

- I would if I knew.

They just showed up at my place.

They said there was an organized posse.

They was after a bad man

and if I was to help 'em in their affair,

whatever spoils is to be had when all was said and done,

and I'd get my share on account of my courage.

It didn't seem on the up and up,

but I need the money.

I can't say as I got a very good look at any of 'em,

but there was an Indian and a Mex, and a woman.

Craziest lookin' bunch I ever seen.

Mister, you let me up outta this,

I'll hope you track 'em down.

You ain't gotta pay me or nothin'.

- Hey Bobby, why don't you go see

if we can salvage anything outta that hovel over there.

I think we got this taken care of.

Mister, we don't know who you are,

but man, are we glad you came,

'cause this hillbilly pepperwood is a tough nut to crack.

Now, as the saying goes stand and delivered.

Well, I guess in your case standin's outta the question,

so why don't we get right to the deliverin' part?

What do you say?

Oh, shit!

God damn son of a bitch!

God damn it!

- Go to hell!

- Shit.

- Hey, Mister.

Glad to see you come out the other side on that one,

but you may not be so lucky next time.

This place is crawlin' with opportunists.

Have you give anymore thought to takin' me along?

Come on!

- God damn.

- Oh.

Gentlemen, I'm afraid you've missed today's sermon.

You'll have to come back tomorrow.

- Sister, I heard you're harborin' a fugitive,

a foreigner at that.

- Listening to idol town gossip is as bad as sin.

- I don't deny bein' a sinner, Sister,

but today is not our day to confess.

It's yours.

- Why?

Why are you hidin' Link Maddock?

- I do not know what you mean!

- Who's sinnin' now, Sister?

My deputy can make it hurt more,

much more.

- My side of the family always

did have a strong grip didn't we?

- Link Maddock is a bad man.

He's a very destructive man.

For the good of your community and yourself,

tell me where he is.

- I don't know.

- Is he comin' back?

He'll come back.

- And we'll be watching anyone who comes in and outta here.

- You're not the law here in Junctionville.

You have no jurisdiction.

- You worry about God's law.

You leave earthly law to me.

- Come on out.

Bad things don't sing dirty songs by themselves.

- You got that right, son,

no matter how the wind blows.

- You don't know how close you came to dying just now.

- Oh.

You got that twisted, son.

You don't know how close you come to dyin' just then.

- Could have given a man some warning.

- Now, if I'd have given the game away,

you'd have been the man splattered

all over the ground instead of that fella over yonder.

Nobody trounces through here on purpose.

Where are ya headin' to?

- Junctionville.

- Half a day's ride down that away.

Yeah, for you full day's walk.

I'd offer you my roan but you know she died awhile back.

- Hm.

I wouldn't have asked anyhow.

- So, what?

Are you on some sort of a crusade?

- Something like that.

- Yeah , the Lord sure do pick

him some strange warriors.

- I'm obliged to you for your help and conversation.

- Listen, soldier boy,

before you get goin' now,

that trail ,

it's the fastest way to Junctionville,

but it's full of highwaymen and Haints.

- Haints?

A little old to be believing in ghost stories.

- Oh now, you got that twisted again, son.

Advanced age has offered me the opportunity to see things

you ain't never gonna see,

things I don't understand and I couldn't explain 'em

if I had a hundred lifetimes.

Now, as a smart fella once said,

"There are strings of things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

- Very obliged again.

- Hold up, soldier boy.

I'm the curious sort.

You mind tellin' me what's got you on this mission of mercy?

- Would you believe keeping a roof over babies heads?

Or making a pretty face smile?

Last but not least,

maybe keeping my vessel from burning.

- All noble causes, son.

And in order of importance.

- Forever and always.

- Son, nobody lives that long.

- Ah.

- Well, well.

If Grey Cloud had moment capturer,

this would make one pretty picture.

- You!

- Yes.

Grey Cloud.

- I'll be callin' you anything you like

if and you be gettin' me up out of this sink.

- You left Grey Cloud to die then.

Why should he help you now?

- Because you won't be gettin'

very far on that piece of jerky

you got caught in that trap back there all by yourself.

Now, come on.

- Where is government money you took from burial suit?

Give to Grey Cloud, and he will spare you.

- You got the wrong white man.

That's son of a bitch.

He caught up to me and he took it all back.

And the longer we're sitting here crackin' walnuts

with our asses, the further away he's gettin'.

- Sanchez, forgive me if I don't stand.

- We both had a ways to walk today.

- That we did.

- That's what I owe you.

I would like a receipt or some form

of paper proof that my debt to you is done.

- That old goat didn't have much left did he?

- Senor Greeves, please.

The paper.

- What's the matter, amigo?

Don't trust me?

- I don't like loose ends.

- Maybe you shoulda made sure he was dead then.

- I don't know too many men that could take

a spade to the head twice.

- For a man like Link Maddock,

I do not believe it's sufficient.

- You were there, too.

You could have been more thorough.

- That's what I hire you lot for, to not dirty my hands.

- Sweet Jesus!

- Adios, Senor Greeves.

- What's your hurry, Sanchez?

Not in a hurry to gamble what little you have left are ya?

Really should be more careful.

- What I have left is to buy a new horse and wagon.

- Leavin' town?

- Yeah.

I suggest you do, too.

- I can't leave.

Not until I collect what Jennie owes me.

You know how females are.

No sense of direction.

Probably got herself lost in that thicket somewhere.

- Well for your sake, Senor.

I hope she returns soon.

A storm is coming and I don't want

to be here when it arrives.

- Sheriff?

- Deputy.

- Why are we out here in this back water

huntin' down some man who killed

some other man who gave our family a bad name?

- Hm, precisely because it would be worse

for the Sykes family name if we didn't pursue

the man who killed the man

who sullied our family name.

- I don't follow that.

- That's 'cause you ain't figure hard enough, Deputy.

You know what it takes to form a legacy.

- Children.

- Results.

The Sykes legacy like any other,

is dependent on results.

What pervasive law will we be look upon decades

of centuries from now if we neglected our duty,

and didn't pursue this Maddock

for pluggin' a blood relations graveyard debt.

- How does a blood feud secure a favorable legacy?

- The familial obligation is a peripheral part of the debt,

you don't confuse yourself.

Maddock is one for crimes against humanity in Coachees

or some such county.

We are on his trail because he is a fugitive

and we will bring him to justice

as is our occupational duty.

We will assert that will,

it wouldn't reflect well on the Syke family name

in years to come if we spit in the collective eyes

of our daddies and our daddy's daddies before.

- But we were the first lawmen in our family.

- Oh, that's another thing about legacy.

It requires a foundation.

- Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.

- Easy, ya old fart.

You give yourself apoplexia if you strain too hard.

- Here you are, Jennie.

- Nice hardware.

- Nice shootin', Jennie.

- Unimpressed, Maddock?

- I expected more from Jasper Jennie.

- Woo!

Yeah, Jennie! - Go Jennie!

Faster.

Woo! Good job, Jennie!

Yeah! - Woo!

- So, you do know me?

- I've seen the flyers.

The Eagle-Eyed Jasper Jennie,

rifle maiden of the plains.

- Wonderful dead shot of the wing and run.

- Nothing but a bottle shooter.

No wonder Bill Cody ran you out of his show.

You are not worth a damn.

- You assume much, Maddock.

- No, no, no, no!

- No, no, no!

- Why else would such a talent

have to steal from someone like me?

- It was never about the money.

When that Junctionville banker

came along offerin' up your bullion,

it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.

- So, the same bank foreclosing on the orphanage

is run by the same man who hired you?

- Talkin' don't suit you much, Maddock.

You make no sense.

- You are not stealing from me.

You are stealing from orphans.

- I already told you it weren't about the money.

- You must catch horses.

- Bastard's still alive!

Take off.

I'll see to it he gets a bullet.

No, Sir.

It weren't about the money.

It was about you.

I just used your kilter as bait to lure you here.

I figure killin' you in an aboveboard dual

would do so good for my rep

that that asshole Bill Cody would have no choice

but to welcome me back into his Wild West show.

- A duel with my hands tied?

- I've been waitin' for this all my life.

Finally throwin' down a real frontier friend.

Link Maddock and Jasper Jennie face to face.

Man to-

Get that cock sucker!

Link Maddock, I'm gonna kill you!

Fuck you!

I'm gonna get that cock sucker!

That bitch!

Get that God damn bastard!

Kill that cock sucker!

- Go on, get, get.

I got him, I got him!

- Trick-or-treat?

- I need to move the table for Mr. Scott,

and then we'll leave.

- Welcome home, Pesos.

- Don't know what you mean, stranger.

- Funny, that.

- What is?

- Your resemblance.

- I guess I should have changed more than just my name.

- Maybe stop your thieving altogether.

- I gave that life up.

I'm leaving town.

I'm here to let my boss know.

He'll be back any minute.

- Somebody told Pesos,

said there was Mexican among the bunch.

I have been looking for.

Not many of those in Junctionville.

Just you.

- Maddock, whatever anyone told you, it's a lie.

- Okay, okay.

I was there.

It was blackmail.

That banker, Greeves,

he found out about my past

and said he would expose me

to the authorities if I didn't pay him.

I had no choice.

- I am going to give you a last chance.

- Maddock, I can't.

- Hopefully you are equally good with your left.

- This is as good as killing me.

- I'll let you duel first, okay?

- Papa!

Mama says to help you with the table.

- You've done enough work for today, Juanita.

Now go to your mother.

I'll be over soon.

If I had any of your money left, you could have it back.

I'm gonna turn around and get on that wagon

and you'll never see me again.

- Hey, amigo?

- He keeps the money in a safe by the desk.

Please take care of yourself.

- You too. - And thank you.

I, we, owe our new lives to you.

- Don't mention it.

Ever again.

Hm mm.

When you bury a man, you better bury him deep.

Toss it in with the rest.

Do it.

- Take it all.

Let me be.

- Not a chance.

We are off to make a donation

to Mother of our Redeemer.

Now, take the chest.

Do it.

Go, that way.

- God damn it.

- Trick-or-treat?

- Sister Marie, bring the foundlings in from the field.

Mr. Greeves here is about to put an end to the fundraising.

- Oh, please, Mr. Maddock, no guns in here, please.

- I don't think the Lord will take offense

because this is a very dangerous criminal.

- I, uh...

I...

I insist.

- That's my gun.

- Yes.

I never sold it and there were never

any orphans either you dumb peckerhead.

Now listen, you like the candy, right?

There's candy if you look real sad.

You have to look real sad for me, all right?

- And that horse shit story

was all it took to lead us right to your holdings.

- Now, drop it.

Now.

Kick it over.

- We did it, Candace.

Pack your bags for Paris.

- What?

Where's the rest of it, Henry?

- In the forest somewhere with that wanton tribe aid

and her gang of inverts.

We don't need their share.

- We don't need their share?

- No, we don't need their share.

We got all - What are you talkin' about?

- the money we need.

We got all the money- - Who did you tell?

- Look, Candace, you got to believe me.

I don't know how he found out.

- Oh, you stupid idiot.

I knew this was your dumb idea from the very start,

and I knew it'd fail.

I knew this was a stupid idea

from the minute it left your mouth.

- It worked, didn't it?

- It did.

Maybe it has more to do with this getup

than it does with you and your stupid idea!

Just the same, I'm glad to be rid of it.

Now, that thing was hotter than a son of a bitch.

Now, it's time for you to go.

- Is this a joke?

- Why would I waste a joke on you, you humorless oaf?

- You God damned trollop!

- Oh, don't take the Lord's name in vain, deary.

- Candace.

Paris!

- "Paris."

Please!

I've had better from both of my uncles.

Now, you need to get out and...

- As a God fearin' man myself,

I hate to be shootin' holes in a place of worship.

But my heathen associate over there has no such qualms,

so you best be handin' us that money

and we'll keep everything all civil like.

- You all put your...

You all put your hands...

- You all are under arrest.

Reach for the ceiling,

and face the wall.

- Hey, Mister?

- Matilda, the gringo needs my help.

We wouldn't have this opportunity without him.

- Look over there!

They're shootin'.

Look over there, they're shootin'.

- They're shootin' it out.

- Wow, look over there.

- Damn it!

- This ought to do the trick.

- I'm all right.

Oh!

No, I'm not.

- Did I get the son of a bitch?

- A little to the left, Jennie.

- I don't need your God damn assistance.

Help me, God damn it!

- Was that him?

Did I get him?

Did I get him?

- He's right there in front of you, Jennie.

Right down on the ground.

You can't miss.

- Oh my God.

This is gonna hurt a bit, honey.

Sorry, honey.

- I have no gun!

I have no gun!

I have no gun!

I have no gun!

I have no gun!

I have no-

- Gracias, amigo.

- I thought I killed you, son of a bitch.

Go to hell.

- You got that right.

- You're Link Maddock, ain't ya?

- Hm, I think you are.

- I've read all about you in them books

the kids pass around school when the marm ain't lookin'.

- Hm.

- I'm thinkin' of takin' up man killin' myself.

Wanna grow up to be just like ya.

Hell of a fight today, from one of those books.

Folks will be talkin' about today forever and always.

- Boy, nobody lives that long.