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Hester. That's enough.

I said that's enough, girl.

Poppa said the chores had to be done every day

if we was to survive.

If we were to survive.

Means the same thing, Momma.

It's the way Poppa would have said it.

You're an educated woman.

You'll speak English the way it was meant to be spoken.

Why? There ain't nobody...

There isn't anyone around here

to listen to me speak incorrectly, except you.

We ever going to have chickens again, Momma?

Hard to say.

I'm awful hungry.

Well, patience is a virtue, Hester.

The Lord will provide.

I'd be real grateful if He'd provide somethin' soon.

Go to the smokehouse, get the big knife.

Get inside the house.

Will they come, Momma?

It's your bedtime.

Go to sleep and say your prayers.

But do you think they'll come?

Well, that's God's decision, not mine.

I'll keep watch.

Yes, Momma.

Turn the lamps down tonight, just in case.

The God of my rock, in him will I trust

for he is my shield and my high tower.

My savior and my refuge. Thou savest me from violence.

I call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised:

so I shall be saved from mine enemies.

Are we safe, Momma?

Hard to tell.

I believe so. At least for now.

Then I'm gonna visit Poppa.

Momma...

Momma!

Hester?

Hester!

He's breathing.

Let's grab him. - Okay.

Let's bring him in.

Okay.

Hester, let's bring him in the house.

But, Momma...

Go grab the brown blanket.

Just do as I say.

Lay it flat.

You want to roll him over?

Is he dead, Momma?

Near enough. He's lost a lot of blood.

Okay.

Let's grab it.

Grab the leg.

Okay. All right.

Those are bullet holes, aren't they?

One in his leg, and one in his side.

This one went through clean. It nicked the fat.

It's this one that worries me. It's a rifle shot,

it broke the bone.

I don't know if I can stop the bleeding.

Get the big knife and heat it up on the stove.

Yes, Momma.

Sit on his chest and hold him down.

Well, is he going to fight?

Just do as I say and stop asking questions.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Will he live?

If we pray hard enough, God may hear us and save him.

I've done all I can.

He's different.

Different than the others, isn't he?

There's a man in the house, Tom.

A man. I know I promised, but... I had no choice.

I have questions that he needs to answer,

and our safety depends on it.

You see, there's money involved...

...and you know what that means.

People will be looking for him.

People with greed and avarice in their black hearts.

I will protect our homestead.

I will protect our daughter,

just as you would if you were here...

Momma! Come quick!

He's awake, Momma, he's awake!

How are you feeling, sir?

Yeah.

Name's Calhoun, ma'am.

Austin Calhoun.

Pandora Meadows. And this is my daughter, Hester.

I found you out in the grass.

Oh, did you now?

Well, I'm right grateful to you, young lady.

Best you lie still.

How bad is it, ma'am?

Your leg is shattered.

Goddamnit! Son of a...

Pardon my crooked tongue.

It's been some time since I was around

some genteel company like yourselves.

It was a heavy bullet, probably from a big bore rifle.

It took away part of the bone.

Yeah, that'd be Bob's.

Sharps, all right,

and he was always a crack shot with it.

If he was a crack shot, he woulda got you in the heart.

Hester... - It's true!

It's all right, ma'am, she's right.

You see, I... I put one in Bob's guts before he was able

to get his shot off... - I'd prefer if we do not discuss

such matters in front of my daughter.

I find Mr. Calhoun's conversation

most edifying, Mother.

Edifying? Is that a good thing?

Go get some fresh water from the cistern.

Mr. Calhoun, please don't say nothing else edifying

until I get back.

Anything else.

She is a clever one.

Too clever for her own good.

Oh, by God,

look at that!

Huh. I never seen nothing like it in my life!

I had it sent from New York.

It was designed by Louis Comfort Tiffany.

Who's... Well, ain't that something.

Oh.

Now that the young'un's gone,

I guess we can get down to business.

Your saddle bags?

I reckon you took a look inside.

I did.

Mm. Begs the question,

you ever gonna let me leave this bed?

I have no interest in the money, Mr. Calhoun.

I find that a mite hard to believe.

I'm not a liar, sir.

Well, then, go on, give me those bags,

if you got no interest in them.

Come on now, march 'em over here

and put 'em in my hand!

You disappoint me, Mr. Calhoun.

Well.

You ain't the first lady that told me that.

Here. Here. Yeah.

Where is it?

- Goddamnit! - Momma!

Momma, you hurt Mr. Calhoun.

He asked for his saddle bags, so I gave them to him.

Are you all right?

Your mother is just, uh, mad at me.

She... she just don't appreciate my choice of labor.

- Aren't you a drover? - Not hardly.

Mr. Calhoun is a thief.

That's a bit harsh, ma'am.

Well, the truth often is.

Oh.

Do not touch my daughter.

I... it's all right, Momma.

Don't think too hard of me, girl.

You see, me and my old friend Bob Kenny,

we fell on some hard times. Real hard, desperate.

And we...

Well, we decided to make an unexpected withdrawal,

you could call it, from the Union Bank

down Valverdi Way.

Withdrawal? - They stole the money, Hester.

Stealing is a sin, Mr. Calhoun!

Well, the good folks in Valverdi thought so, too,

because they shot poor Bob dead right there in the street

and then they rode after me

like the hounds of hell after that money.

But you got away.

I did. For a time. Yeah.

Life has a way of catching up with you

right when you think you're in the clear.

How many men did you kill yesterday

before you got yourself "in the clear?"

Three. But they gave me no choice.

You're an evil man, Mr. Calhoun.

A killer and a thief.

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Well...

I think that the good Lord gave up on me a long time ago.

We could have meat, Momma.

No.

Why? I'm so tired of mush.

As am I.

But we'd have to share it with him.

Is that a bad thing?

Unacceptable. Do not ask me again.

Oh... - Supper, Mr. Calhoun.

That's very kind of you, darlin'.

Oh, I'm hungry.

Corn mush.

Ain't that a treat.

Awful, isn't it?

Dawh, it's awful.

Tell ya, a pig wouldn't eat this.

Got somethin' on your mind, darlin'?

Those men you killed? You had to, right?

Oh, it was me or them.

There were no other choice far as my thinkin'.

Hester, come eat your supper. Mr. Calhoun can feed himself.

Sure seems like the pickin's are mighty slim around here.

Ugh. I don't really see how you two manage

out here all on your own.

We get by.

Not with this slop, you don't.

Well, I'll tell you what.

How about I give you 20 dollars, huh?

That'd get you enough supplies to last through winter.

No, wait, wait. Take 40. That'll get you to spring.

In fact...

...I will throw in my lucky gold coin!

We don't want your blood money.

Goddamnit, is you a woman or a consarned mule?

You speak to me like that again

and I'll throw you out on your ear.

Oh, mm-mm.

You know, I like to think of myself as a patient man,

but my nerves are worn as thin as my hide.

Now, hah!

I don't want to hurt nobody.

But I will fire this lead into your brain pan

if you don't do exactly as I tell ya.

Now you plant yourself right there like a cactus.

Hester, go on out to the barn and get the horse and wagon.

We have no horse.

Ate it.

The wagon's been busted down since last spring.

Broken down.

What? You tellin' me

you livin' all the way out here without even a horse?

How far is the nearest town?

Ninety-five miles, due west.

Neighbors?

They all left a long time ago.

You finished with your supper, Mr. Calhoun?

Easy, ma'am!

You really think I'd leave a loaded gun in your saddlebag?

What kind of fool do you think I am?

I removed the ammunition.

Can I at least finish my mush?

You lost that privilege.

Are you awake?

I'm sorry.

What the hell?

My leg!

My leg! What have you done?

Stop thrashing about, you'll pull the stitches out.

Oh! Whoa! No!

No!

Oh, you scarred it, bitch! I'll kill ya!

You speak to me like that again

and I'll throw you out to die in the dirt!

Better you left me out there to get eaten by the buzzards!

You had no right.

I had no choice. It had to be done.

The hell it did!

Gangrene was setting in.

It was either lose your leg or you were a dead man.

Gangrene? I didn't smell nothin'!

No, no, you did it out of spite!

For the last time, I was trying to save your life.

Well, you ask me next time

before you go and make me a cripple!

You are a pitiful excuse for a man.

My grandfather lost his leg in the Battle of Monterrey,

and he lived a long and productive life.

Well, I ain't nothing like your granddaddy!

You most certainly are not.

Worst kinda thief there is!

Worse than a horse thief!

I don't think Mr. Calhoun is very happy

- about what we did. - Ya stole my damn leg!

Can you blame him? He's lost a limb.

- How am I supposed to... - But we didn't hurt him.

He's the one that got himself shot.

- Look at it! - Well, he's angry.

Like most men. And like most men,

he'll never accept the trouble he's gotten into

is caused entirely by himself.

Was Poppa like that?

At times. He was a stubborn man.

But he had principles.

I always admired him for that.

I miss him.

As do I.

More than you could ever know.

Oh. I can't even look at it!

There's nothin' there to see, ya took it!

You stole my... you stole my leg!

Oh, God!

You think that I rob people, look what you robbed me of!

My leg! You stole it!

You call me a thief? You stole my goddamn leg!

A whole leg! It's mine!

It's my property!

It says here that the mort...

mort... mortality rate for leg amputations

is 46 percent. And that's in a hospital.

What's that supposed to mean?

That if a hundred people got their leg cut off,

46 would die.

I know what the odds are.

I ain't dumb, girl. What's your point?

My point is, is that my momma did a good job.

You're still alive.

You call this livin'? Huh?

Look at it!

And according to the... That book right there,

well, hell, I already had better

than a 50-50 chance of survivin'!

So don't go pattin' your momma on the back

like she's some Florence Nightingale.

Do you ever have anything nice to say, Mr. Calhoun?

Not lately.

Momma! - Read Middlemarch.

Out on the porch, you can sit in my rocker.

I've already read that one. I...

Read it again.

I have a proposition for you.

Yeah. Not sure I want to hear it.

Eventually, your leg will heal...

You mean, my stump will heal.

Since your leaving here is beneficial to both of us,

I would like to propose the following agreement.

I will walk to Buffalo Creek

and I will buy you a horse and a saddle,

and a bottle of whiskey and a change of clothes.

And then I will return with the provisions,

and you can be on your way.

Oh, well, it sounds promising, but a mite bit one sided.

I mean, there's a lot in it for me,

very little in it for you, which puzzles me.

You ain't gone and changed your mind

about my money, have you?

How many times do I have to tell you, Mr. Calhoun,

your ill-gotten gains do not interest me.

Then what does?

The truth.

Yeah, well, that's a card I don't deal too often.

I've noticed that.

Those shots we heard, those men you killed.

Were they friends of yours?

Acquaintances.

Not a posse?

No, we lost them at the border.

They figured that money wasn't worth dying for.

So the Bob Kenny story was hogwash.

Oh, no, no, no. Bob was there.

Along with Teche Masters and Ed Singleterry.

But, no, Bob did not get killed in the robbery.

In fact, nobody did.

Well... ...except for the teller.

And then, you got greedy.

Wasn't like that at all.

No. See, we'd been ridin' hard all day,

and we finally bunked down in this clearing

up over the ridge there.

The four of us, well, we got to drinkin' somethin' heavy

and uh... I'll admit it!

I started lookin' at that saddlebag,

thinkin' about the money, but I guarantee you,

them other three were thinkin' the same thing I was

'cause that's right when the shootin' started.

And when the smoke cleared,

well, three of us had been dispatched to Peter's gate

and I was the last one left alive.

So you believe it's over?

Ma'am?

No one looking for you? No one looking for the money?

No one to come here, and give us trouble?

Look, I am just guessing at what I am about to tell you.

I can't vouch

for what's about to come out of my mouth. - Get on with it!

Hell...

Bob Kenny.

He was an ornery cuss, but, uh, he's got this brother,

Bear John?

Whew, he makes Bob look like a sugarfoot.

If he finds out that somebody left a slug

in his brother's guts,

he's likely to want to exact a level of revenge

that I don't quite care to contemplate.

Oh, but, ma'am, there ain't nothing to worry about.

There's no way that Bear John knows

what happened to his brother, much less that he's...

Does this Bear John know about the robbery?

Uh... yes, ma'am.

And were you planning to meet up with him

after the robbery?

Yeah, he and his bunch.

And how far from the rendezvous point were you

when you decided to take matters into your own hands?

You gotta understand somethin' here.

How far, Mr. Calhoun?

A day's ride.

And does he know the direction that you were coming from?

Now, I know this doesn't look good...

It does not, Calhoun!

A fair warning would've been much appreciated, you bastard.

Hey, now!

My mother was a very kind woman.

Now, granted, my father I did not know.

How many men ride with Bear John?

Three.

And do any of them know how to track?

One.

Cherokee Jack.

He ain't Indian,

but he can find a mouse in a wheat field.

Once he finds your track,

he lets out this little bird whistle.

That's when you know you're in trouble.

But, uh, he ain't the one to worry about, though.

That's Minor Wilson. Ooh, he's the one you gotta fret.

He's a real back shooter, that one.

Ain't worth a gob of spit. Then there's Little Pete, ugh.

Oh, Pete's just yellow.

Like the piss in snow, a gutless coward.

But, uh, none of them holds a candle to Bear John

when it comes to just pure meanness and evil intent.

Say, Bear, how long you reckon

we gonna keep sittin' out here waitin' on your brother?

You registering a complaint, mister?

Nah, I was just askin'.

You're not happy with the entertainment?

Entertainment's fine...

just think it's time we get goin'.

Point taken.

If he don't show up by tomorrow, we'll go lookin' for him.

He must'a gotten held up, huh, Bear John?

Aw, gee, you might be on to something there, Pete.

Maybe...

he got himself killed.

Nah, Bob's too smart for that.

Smart? Bob's a dumbass.

You calling my brother a dumbass?

He's riding with Calhoun.

Ain't that the definition of a dumbass?

You know I'm man enough to admit when I'm wrong.

Bob is a dumbass.

But...

he's still my brother.

If he don't show by sunrise, we'll go lookin' for him.

That's good enough for me.

Come on, Pete!

You got me feelin' a romantic kinda way!

Hey, darlin,

how about you and I take a little walk?

You stay put, Lilith.

What'd you say?

These are ladies.

Both of these women are under my protection.

They don't do nothing until I tell them to.

Don't push it, mister.

Look, I don't want no trouble.

Then I suggest you shut your mouth.

Get your ass up, girl. Come on.

She's ain't going nowhere unless I get paid.

A dollar a roll.

A dollar.

Yes. A dollar.

These are ladies.

I'll give you two bits, and I'm still overpaying.

I don't think you heard me clearly, sonny boy.

So I'm going to say it one more time.

These are ladies, not whores!

I don't think you heard me correctly.

Ladies.

I'm not that bad of a guy. Just lookin' to dance.

Ladies!

Ladies! Come on.

You know, I think he's gettin' better at that.

Ladies.

I'm not diggin' a hole for that.

Are these men really as rough as you say,

or are you just spinning me another tale?

Trying to get me to clear out?

Oh, no, they're killers.

Stone cold killers. On the off chance they find us,

we oughta get some place more safe.

And where exactly would we go, Mr. Calhoun?

Oh, we're back to "mister," are we?

For the time being.

Have you considered the fact that you're in no condition

to walk anywhere?

Well, then just leave me here and save yourself and the girl.

Maybe I can spin a tale

tall enough to keep Bear John from cuttin' my throat.

My husband and I built this place with our own hands.

He's buried on that hill up there.

He'll never leave here. Nor will I.

Well, he's the only thing left planted around here,

'cause all the rest done dried up and blowed away.

Is everything a joke to you?

You're not as funny as you think you are.

We had a farm here once. We had cattle, we had horses...

And then the land seemed to die with him.

But it's gonna come back. But you're a sad, pathetic man.

You've never had anything you didn't steal!

At least I had something.

Hester, go get Poppa's bullets.

Yes, Momma.

Ma'am, you bein' a lady of the cross and all,

now may be the time to dust off the good book

and get to praying over it.

And praying awful hard, too, I may suggest.

You are an irreverent man.

If I didn't think you knew how to use a weapon

with some competence,

I would shoot you down like the dog you are.

Oh!

You're finally admittin' you need me

for the coming fracas.

I've been waiting for you to say somethin' about that.

This what you shoot in your pistol, Mr. Calhoun?

It is.

I've never seen nothin' like this before.

I've never seen anything like this before.

Yes, Momma,

but I truly haven't seen anything like it.

Well, that right there is called a cartridge.

If you bring me my gun, I'll show you how it works.

Hester!

Mr. Calhoun gets no ammunition until absolutely necessary.

Kinda pointless for me

to murder the two of you now, ain't it, ma'am?

Like you said, we need each other.

Nonetheless.

You are a hard woman, Pandora Meadows.

A stick of dynamite wouldn't crack your shell.

And I know I ain't telling you

nothin' you don't already know, but we're gonna need rifles.

That lot right there won't do

till they're knockin' on the door,

and we don't want 'em that close.

Well, Daddy's Sharp is out in the barn.

The breech block's cracked.

I'mma grab it. - Hester.

Hmm. She kinda reminds me of you,

only she got some life left in her.

You know this ain't no place for that girl.

She deserves better. And so do you.

Do you ever stop talking?

On the slim chance that we survive this,

does that offer still stand for you to go into town

and get me a horse and a bottle of whiskey?

Momma, you're going into town?

I thought you said we couldn't go there.

You told me that... - Hester, that's enough.

But, Momma, if that means that...

Hester! Show him the rifle.

Can you fix it?

Nope, that breech is definitely busted.

Ah, you put a bullet in that, it'll blow up in your face.

Hm. Ah.

This ain't good for nothin'

but, uh, a club or maybe a paddle.

Well, what kind of rifles should we have?

Oh! Now that's a good question.

Maybe one of them Winchesters

that Teche stole down in Abilene.

It's a repeatin' rifle, loads real quick,

but not too accurate.

That buffalo buster Bobs though, ooh!

That'll shoot the lantern off a firefly.

Kapow! But it's, uh, slow to reload.

Well, you should have grabbed them, Mr. Calhoun.

Mr. Calhoun was too busy saving his precious saddlebags

to think sensibly, Hester.

Bear, it's funny who we meet along the way.

Ladies.

Hester?

Hester?

Hester!

Hester!

Hester!

Ooh!

She's gone.

I guess she gone and got herself some sense!

She knows it's suicide stickin' around here.

We oughta follow suit.

I hold you personally responsible for her safety.

If she doesn't come back,

I'm going to slit your stomach and watch you bleed out.

Easy, ma'am!

I didn't have nothin' to do with her runnin' off!

Why did you find it necessary to mention

the need for rifles in her presence?

Are you Bob?

Help me...

Dear Lord, please forgive me!

Oh.

Oh, my. Oh, my!

Don't it smell just like heaven in here?

It's the last of our meat.

Mm! Mm!

Had I known Hester was such a headstrong gal,

I never would've mentioned them rifles.

I intend to share this meat with you,

'cause we need our strength for what is to come.

But I can't listen to you talk.

If you say one more word,

I will toss your portion in the outbuilding.

Do I make myself clear?

Oh...

- Mm! - No noises.

Mm! Mm!

Oh, ma'am.

This is the best cut of meat I ever ate.

Uh. It is finely salted, fried right through.

Oh, makes me feel like a man again.

And you know, uh...

...we ain't really seen eye to eye

on much of nothin'...

...but, uh,

if we gonna survive this together,

well...

...well, we goin' have to get close.

Or you can just, uh, kill Bear John and his boys

with that there look you're giving me.

What's that for?

Well... ...well thank you!

- Mm! - Hester.

My foolish, foolish girl...

I'm sorry, Momma.

I'm sorry.

Oh, hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

Pete.

Damn it, Bob.

This ain't right.

It wasn't supposed to go like this.

You are a dumbass.

Any sign of Calhoun?

Naw, he ain't here.

That low life son of a bitch. What about the money?

No. Rifles and horses gone too.

Damnit.

Hey!

Looks like someone took a bullet.

Crawled out on their belly.

Had to be Calhoun.

Let's hope the son of a bitch took a gut shot.

I don't think so.

No food, no guts in the blood.

Leg or arm.

Leg probably, since he's crawling.

Why would he take the rifles if he was hurt that bad?

That don't make sense.

You'd have enough trouble draggin' the money off.

You think someone else did this, Jack?

Maybe got 'em when they were sleepin'?

Signs say all the shots took place in this spot.

He shot Teche first.

Took his time, 'cause everyone was asleep.

Nice, steady aim, then he blows his brains out.

Next up is Singleterry.

Didn't have the luxury of a careful aim this time.

Shot 'im as he was throwin' off his blanket.

Then he went for Bob.

Now, Bob's up and ready with his Sharps.

They both shoot, Calhoun survives, Bob doesn't.

Yeah, well, he sure as he'll ain't gonna survive

when I get to him.

The part I don't understand

is why Singleterry ain't been dead near

as long as these two.

What are you talking about?

You know, Bob and Teche here died days ago.

Ed kicked off earlier this mornin'.

Someone beat his head in with a rock.

So, what are we dealing with?

Yeah, that's what I'd like to know.

What the fuck!

Hey! Get your hands off them boots!

Damn!

You wanna set off a stick of dynamite, huh?

Let 'em know we're coming?

You find me the bastard, Jack...

and my cut of the money's yours.

Eh. Well, that's either for me or the hay.

She ain't got no horses.

You ain't gonna stick me with that, is ya'?

Ma'am, I know that I'm risking your wrath

by rehashing this query,

but what in God's name are you doin',

livin' all the way out here?

That girl, she oughta be in school,

gettin' her learnin' in!

Meetin' people. Hmm?

People like you?

Naw, they ain't all like me. I'm a rare breed.

I disagree, Mr. Calhoun.

The world is a foul place.

My husband and I built this ranch

to escape the outside world.

And I have no intention of ever leaving it.

And?

You're gonna need this

if you wanna get any killing done.

Huh!

Would you look at that!

A crutch! I'll be...

You know, this is the nicest thing

on this ranch,

'cause, uh, the rest of it ain't worth a gob of spit.

Mr. Calhoun, a man of your ilk came here once,

hired by my father to bring me back home.

My father didn't approve of this ranch...

...or my husband.

And he felt he had the right to own me

until the day I died.

My husband intervened, God rest his soul,

and then this man,

with his... ...his rough talk

and his shiny guns,

he shot my husband down, in front of my daughter and me.

Eh...

I hope he met the devil at the end of a rope.

There was no need.

I cut his throat from ear to ear,

and I watched him die.

So, there will be no more talk of this,

ever again.

What's he doin'?

What the hell you doing?

The trail's over here.

Hell, Bill Hickok could follow this track!

What's Wild Bill got to do with this?

He's blind.

Bill's going blind?

What is it?

Take a look at these.

Got a second trail.

Someone on foot, carryin' rifles.

On foot...

Think I know where them rifles came from.

How fresh them tracks?

Can't be more than a few hundred yards away.

All right, you go on. We'll catch up.

I'm holding on to the ammo.

For now.

Will you stop playing with that gun?

Well, I wanna be prepared. These are hard men.

So, you've said.

You take some kind of perverse pleasure

in constantly reminding me of their prowess?

I don't even know what that means.

But I do know

that they will kill us dead in the dirt.

Well, then we'd better kill them first!

Close the shutters.

Yes, ma'am.

Okay. Come on.

I think I heard something out by the barn.

Finally.

No, no, no.

Anyone inside that house?

Are you sure?

I'd hate to get my head shot off by a sodbuster.

If you scream,

I'll cut you bad.

You understand?

Is there a man in that house?

Call himself Calhoun?

Now, what'd you go runnin' after them rifles for, huh?

Why don't I start

by prying out one of them pretty front teeth--

Well, that didn't take long.

You bitch!

Hester!

Ma'am! Ma'am!

Don't go out there! Don't! - Hester!

Ma'am! Don't-- Get back in here!

They're tryin' to draw you out!

I see ya, Jack, ya mangey coyote!

Get back in here!

Come on now. It's time.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

Pete! Go take a look!

Why me? - Because he told you to.

Yeah, 'cause I told you to.

Worthless shit.

What the hell was you thinking?

Could've got yourself killed!

Hester's in the barn.

Hester! Hester!

Can you hear me?

Girl's dead, bitch!

You're lyin'!

Boy, she was a pretty, little thing!

Till I splattered her blood all over this here barn!

Watch your mouth, Jack!

She's a good, Christian lady!

Figured it was you, Calhoun!

Boy, you never could shoot worth a shit, huh?

Even with that fancy pistol of yours!

I see you with some blood on your shirt, huh?

You let a little girl touch you up like that?

Now, I know that even you ain't low enough

to kill a young lady!

Not only did I kill her, Calhoun...

I'm gonna kill you...

and that bitch.

Jack! Hey!

And anyone else in that house!

Stop it! Just stop it!

Hey, Jack!

Up here!

Goddamn, woman!

Warn me next time you fire that thing off.

I almost soiled my britches!

- Man on the ridge. - What?

You hit him?

I saw his hat fly.

Well, was it on his head?

It was in his hand.

Then what good is that gonna do us?

I knew we needed them rifles.

Mister...

...my daughter is laying dead in that barn...

because you needed your rifles.

Now, I haven't much left to live for...

so I suggest that you concentrate

on killing these men

that you brought down on us...

and keeping your mouth shut,

otherwise I'm gonna shoot you myself.

What'd you find?

Jack's down there. Looks like he's been hit.

How bad?

Lots of blood on his shirt. I tried to get his attention

when somebody took a shot at me from the house.

- Who was that? Calhoun? - I... I can't tell.

The place is boarded up like a fort.

Shutters on all the windows, gun slots in all of them.

All right, go get the rifles from the horses.

And bring as much ammo as you can carry!

Two men on the ridge.

Eh, I see 'em.

That's Bear John and Minor Wilson, all right.

I can smell 'em.

Man, this ain't good.

Shooting our way in ain't gonna work.

Well, we should set fire to it.

Hell, I'd love to see Calhoun burn.

Yeah, me too, if he's in there.

That you in that house there, Calhoun?

I don't know if I should answer 'em, ma'am.

Might not be good for ya if he knows I'm here.

I'm sure your friend out there by the barn

will tell him sooner than later.

I suspect you're right. Yeah, it's me!

There's no need for nobody to get hurt!

You just toss the money out, and we'll be on our way.

You expect us to believe that?

"Us?" What's he talkin' 'bout "us?"

Us?

You got someone in there with you, Calhoun?

A woman!

With a big, old Walker Colt on her!

Well, don't that just figure...

you hiding in there behind a woman's skirts!

Ma'am? You just come on out of there.

You got no stake in this. We won't hurt you.

Don't think she's gonna buy that one,

Bear John.

I killed her daughter...

dead here in the barn.

Well, that just complicated the fuck out of things.

Ma'am...

under the circumstances,

I don't suppose there's any offer

we might suggest

to put an end to these hostilities?

You promise there'll be no more killin'?

You promise to ride out of here with no more violence

if I throw the money out the door?

No, no, no, no.

You got it, ma'am! My word of honor!

You give us the money, and we'll be on our way.

Don't you trust them!

I don't, not for a minute.

Don't give them my money!

This isn't your money.

Well, it ain't theirs, neither!

Hey, I killed men for that money!

It's mine!

You may have to kill a few more.

What is this?

Oh, shit!

Where the hell is Pete and his rifles?

We don't do nothing till we see the money.

That's too easy.

Yeah.

Can't thank you enough, ma'am.

See, that right there, that's my retirement money.

Takin' that to California, open myself a saloon,

maybe settle down with a little señorita, huh?

You'll spend it on cheap whores and cheaper whiskey

before you get out of the territory.

Yeah, I suppose you're right about that,

but a man can dream.

Hey, Jack!

Go get them saddlebags!

Are you crazy?

I ain't goin' out there.

Son of a bitch.

Goddamn it, Bear John, I killed the woman's kid!

She ain't just gonna let me walk out there

and grab them saddlebags!

Okay! Okay!

I'm going!

Now let's not do nothing rash, ma'am!

I'm hurt real bad.

No need to shoot me.

I'll probably end up... bleedin' out on the trail.

Alone. In pain.

You'd just be wasting your precious ammunition.

Just take the money and go.

Yes, ma'am.

Make sure the money's in there!

No money!

Just some book and a goddamn creepy doll!

Take your gun out of the holster

and throw it on the ground away from you!

Do as she says, or I'll cut you down!

And the Derringer in your boot!

You want my goddamned undies too, Calhoun?

Ma'am, I feel betrayed!

- We had an agreement. - We do!

You and your men come down here and turn over your weapons,

and I'll give you the money, just as I promised.

This bitch is smart.

You know, that ain't fair,

you changin' the rules on us like that!

Hester!

I'm fine, Momma!

All right, I guess that's the negotiations over.

Ma'am, don't waste your ammo.

You ain't gonna hit 'em from here!

Hey, Pete!

We need those Henrys and more ammo. Now!

I'm comin', hold on a minute!

Gimme a rifle!

Uh, Bear, I got some bad news.

The horses, they're gone.

You had one job, Pete!

Well, I... I tied 'em up like ya told me!

I think I got one.

Sure you did!

Yeah.

Bear!

Help me! Please.

Sure thing, Pete.

We're gonna need a better plan.

Well...

...lookin' like we got ourselves a temporary standoff.

For how long?

Guessin' sometime after dark.

Be hard to see 'em once the sun goes down.

I figure...

...that'll be when they'll come down off the ridge

and try something.

Now, let's have a look at that money!

Steady, ma'am. Ma'am!

I have to get Hester out of the barn.

Well, what you're gonna do

is get your fool self killed!

Not if you shoot them before they shoot me.

You are puttin' an awful lot of faith in my aim.

You better not let me down.

That's pretty good coverage down there.

I figure we can get pretty close before we even get spotted.

You head down toward the barn.

And I'll see if I can get around by the other side there.

All right.

Hester.

It's me, Momma.

It's I.

"It's I" is the proper grammar, Momma.

Do you have the rifles?

Uh, yeah. They're right here.

I'm so proud of you.

We're gonna run for the house.

- Are you ready? - Yeah. Yeah.

Go. Go, go. Run.

Ladies.

You dropped the rifles!

Close the door, now.

She can take care of herself!

Go for the house.

Well, that was a stupid move.

You've gone, and got yourself trapped.

Go on.

Get over here behind me.

All right?

Don't, please!

No!

Momma! No!

Please don't hurt us, mister!

Please!

Oh, it's gone way past hurtin'.

Way past.

Where's the money?

You know, this could've been real simple

if you two had just stuck to our agreement.

See, now I'm gonna be forced to do things that are...

better not discussed.

Come on.

Come take a seat.

Sit down!

Oh, yeah, you're a lovely little thing.

Bit washed out, but...

nothing a little color in your cheeks wouldn't fix.

That's better.

A bit of work, and we'd have you gussied up

better than a two-dollar whore.

Now...

...have you ever been with a man?

Just my daddy.

Your daddy?

Hmm.

I'm asking if you've ever been fucked?

I don't know what that means!

Oh, don't worry.

You will.

Whoa! Whoa!

That's a mean little sticker.

Just take that off you there.

Oh, it's...

what you got ol' Cherokee Jack with, huh?

Hey, mister!

Well...

you are a hard woman.

Ain't many could take a kick like I gave you and keep still.

It was two kicks.

- So it was. - Hester, get over here!

Now, don't you do anything rash, ma'am.

Let's just talk things over before things go bad, shall we?

Ah, nah, nah, nah, there's no need to do that!

There's plenty of money to go around for all of us.

That's what Mr. Calhoun said to me.

I didn't take him up on his offer,

and I say the same to you.

All right.

Well, give it all to me, then.

I'll just ride out of here, and you'll never see me again.

Ma'am... ...I believe that from here,

I could draw my pistol, and I could shoot you

before them greenbacks hit the flames.

You're welcome to try.

You know, I'll kill ya.

If that money burns, I'll kill ya.

You and the child.

I'm not a child, you son of a bitch!

How long you think this little standoff's gonna last? Hmm?

Hell, I can just wait until that fire burns out.

I'm in no hurry.

Damn it, woman...

just give me the money, and I'll leave you in peace.

I swear to God.

A man of your character?

After what I've seen today, I don't think so!

- You calling me a liar? - I am!

You're coarser,

but you are so much like my father.

You're so much like him.

Ah, shit, I ain't got time for this.

Thank you for saving us.

It's my pleasure, ma'am.

You have to do me a favor.

Anything.

One-legged man ain't no good for Hades.

You gotta put me in the grave "whole."

You gotta bury me with my leg.

But I'm afraid I can't do that.

Why?

We ate it this morning. You ate most of it.

I wanna thank you for helping us through this

and bringing us more meat than we've ever had before.

You and these men

will surely see us through the winter,

and into the spring.

Thank you, Mr. Calhoun.

- Thank you. - You...

...you, you...

Thank you, God.

Can we go back into town sometime soon, Momma?

We've had this discussion, Hester.

I know you think there are bad people there,

but not everybody's bad.

Not Mr. Clausen at the general store.

He was a nice man!

He used to give me those red-and-white peppermint sticks.

We're not going to town.

You'll understand when you're older.

I'm old enough.

We won't have this discussion again.

Now, put Mr. Calhoun's head away from the rest.

He deserves our respect.

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