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- Like the way you play the harp,

scares way the bandit.

- Gonna wear that picture right out out, Yankee.

- That a nudie?

Come on. That's nudie, isn't it?

Now you think I could be a Pinkerton?

Because I think I'd be one damned good Pinkerton.

I ain't scared of a gunfight.

You know I can ride for days--

- No.

- Well, okay.

Everybody was wanting.

- What in tarnation?

- Damn near ripped myself a brand new hole--

Now I'm mighty grateful we weren't chasing--

My nag took, it sent a jolt of fire right up my backside.

I ain't felt no pain like that down.

I've fallen down the street

part of the day just hunkered down in the privy.

- Something's coming.

The horses, Preston.

- The horses!

- Richard!

Richard!

- It's just me. It's just me.

Something ripped right through the reins.

- Indians?

- I don't think so.

Navajo territory ain't no place

to ride a.

Bandits?

- Maybe.

- What the fuck you want to do then? Huh?

We got no horse to ride--

- Think it's coyotes?

- No, that was big.

Real big.

- A wolf pack maybe, it's something

that'd the horses and it's close by.

We should check.

- You can check.

- Ain't safe to wander.

- So we're just supposed to stand here 'till sun up?

, check.

- Stand down, Yankee.

I'll assess the situation.

Ezra, keep Mr. Big City here company.

- How close you think it was?

- Oh, it was right up on us. Maybe 20 feet or something.

- Mountain lions?

- No, lions are skittish.

Not even a paw print.

Ez?

Quit ginning about. You're making me nervous.

- My gut is turned on this one, boys.

I say we go back to Copper Creek.

All right, it's a half a day's walk from here.

We can regroup, we can get new steeds,

shit, we'll be back in a couple days, now come on, Cody!

- Ez is right.

It's rough territory up here.

Indian land ain't no place to be without a horse.

- How long on foot?

- Day, maybe more.

- We continue on at first light.

- You know you got a real hard on from train robbers.

- I'll continue on by myself if I have to.

- No, we stick together. We soldier on together.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck!

And I got first watch.

Shit, this just ain't my night.

- Don't get too roostered up.

Stay sharp.

- Hello, hello?

- Sit up.

- What? - Ezra's gone.

- He just up and left?

Looks like it.

Beckett!

- Ezra!

Beckett!

- Ezra!

- Beckett! - Ezra!

- A deserter?

- Yeah, it looks like it.

Better off without that fat fuck anyway.

Alright. Grab your gear.

Take what you can carry.

- What about the tent and the saddle?

- You gonna carry that?

Let's Yankee, time's a wasting.

- Hold on now.

- Sir, are you all right?

Sir?

- Looks like something slit his throat.

He's still alive.

What's he saying?

- He's saying something about an animal.

Is he praying?

- No. - Por favor.

- I think he's saying "kill me, please."

- Sir, we're gonna get you to Purgatory.

- No, por favor, no.

- Doesn't sound like he wants to.

- Yeah, I got that.

- Help me get him up. - Padre.

How long do you think he's gonna last?

- We can't just leave him here like this.

- I do agree with you on that, Yankee.

- God damn it, the hell did you do that for?!

- Because it was the right thing to do.

Now let's make haste.

Whoever did this to him,

they might want to do that to us.

Yankee.

There she is.

You see that?

- What is it?

- Bit chilly not to have a fire burning somewhere.

No smoke, nothing.

- What are you thinking? - I don't know yet.

Keep your eyes peeled.

First thing we gotta do is get some fresh horses.

God knows I could hit a stake right about now.

- What the hell?

Hello? - Shh.

- You think it was Indians?

- I don't know.

- Last time I saw a town this empty, it's either church

or a hanging.

- Well, it ain't Sunday.

Goddamn, that's a couple of weeks

of rot right there.

Disease maybe?

- We ain't see no bodies lying around.

- Let's get outta here.

Hey.

- You want your friend's face to stay where it is?

You put that weapon down, sir.

- Goddamn Yankee.

Put down that gun.

= My apologies for the rude greeting.

- You're the first person we've seen here.

Any idea what happened?

- You ain't seen nobody?

- Not a soul.

- I did notice it was kind of quiet.

But a black man ain't got no business sticking his nose into

places if you know what I mean.

- You mean to tell me you just come

into town and do your thing and leave?

- I come in the back trails

and leave out the same way I come in after I do my work.

- I'm better off by myself.

- Huh.

- Johnny Reb.

- What if?

- I just need to know who I'm dealing with is all.

- Now you know, boy.

- Beau Riffen. This is Cody Parnum.

Pinkerton business.

- Nicodemus Black.

That say?

- Wanted dead or alive.

Frank Henry and John Sparks.

They wanted for bank robbery, battle jumping and murder.

- Isn't that something?

Always white folk, ain't it?

- We got a notion they're gonna be riding

through town any day now, Frank and his gang.

- I wish y'all luck in trying to find your friends,

but the sun's getting low

and I plan on leaving here as soon as my traps is fixed.

Lost my mule the other night to wolves.

Gotta do the rest on foot.

So long as it's got whiskey and rooms.

- Much obliged.

- I'm good.

- Are you though, Yankee?

isn't he?

- Indians?

- Nah. They would've burned this whole town

to the ground like they did in New Ulm Minnesota

some years back.

- What's New Ulm

- Dakota Sioux.

They surrounded New Ulm Minnesota,

started burning from the outside all the way to the inside.

Along the way they burned 800 men, women and children.

No mercy.

- Jesus Christ.

- Yeah.

Well, white man was starving them out for years.

Any idiot could have seen it coming.

This, I ain't ever seen anything like this.

Goddamn, I needed that.

It sounds like there might be a circus in town.

- Goddammit.

- Sir.

Sir.

- Water.

- What's your name, sir?

- Name? - Your name.

- R-reverend.

- Silas, Silas Fist.

- Reverend?

What's a man of the cloth doing locked up in here?

Goddammit boy, you keep popping your

weaselly ass up in here,

you're gonna catch a bullet.

- Please.

W-water.

- Mr. Black.

Could you kindly get the reverend some water, please?

- I can do that.

- The hell are you doing?

- We're gonna let him outta here.

- Let him out, we don't know what the hell he did.

By the way, he looks like he's insane.

- He is the only man in town

who knows what the hell happened.

I'm not gonna let him die in here.

- I say we keep Padre right when we can find him.

- Thank you.

Bless you, son.

- You know him?

- Seen him preaching the end of the world in the middle

of the town square from time to time.

- Bless you. Oh, thank you God.

God bless you.

- Pinkerton. I need to have a word with you outside.

Things ain't looking good, Pinkerton.

I say we get as many supplies as we can

and get the hell out of town.

If we're lucky, we catch a stage coach headed north.

- I'm staying.

- That was not a suggestion. I was being polite.

- Reno and his gang will be here any day.

I will not miss my chance.

- Then you will not miss your chance all by your lonesome.

- You're a coward.

- Maybe.

Or maybe my mama didn't raise no fool. You see this town?

Hmm?

I don't know what the hell happened here, but it's done.

It's cooked.

And the only people here is the angry negro

and the crazy preacher.

- And me for now.

- Well, as pretty as you are, Pinkerton,

that ain't enough to make me stay.

- Good enough.

Half up front, half on delivery.

There you go.

- Much obliged.

Take my advice. Find yourself some weapons.

Reno gang against one ain't a fair fight.

- You ain't never seen me fight.

- Adios.

Well I'll be goddamned.

Woo, sweet Jesus.

My goodness.

You the sheriff of Purgatory now?

- Until somebody else shows up.

- This is just paper. It's nobody's money.

It's being wasted here.

You and I could split this.

60/40.

- Folks might come back.

- What, they out having a picnic,

eating pies, drinking ginger beer,

maybe having a three-legged sack race with the boys?

- It's sad not to be that I'm sure,

but until I find out, the money goes back.

- Goddamned fool, Yankee.

- My wife told me that on more than one occasion,

- Well the least you can do is buy me a drink.

- That I can do.

- Where's my tail, Yankee?

- You left your bags at the saloon.

- Goddamn, I need to think that through.

- Do not discharge your weapon on a public street.

- What don't you get, Yankee?

There ain't anybody here but us chickens.

Bam!

That Johnny Reb,

still got a mean bone in him, don't he?

Guess he's still pissed he lost the war.

Getting dark out.

Gonna take the reverend some food and drink.

- Yeah, you do that boy.

- Hello?

- We know he didn't do it.

Maybe he went all at Turner on this town.

- Nat Turner.

- You know, led a slave rebellion

few years back, 200 people died.

- You see that old rifle he carries around?

- So?

- You don't hunt humans with an old carbine like that.

Besides, he could have done us in earlier.

- Yeah, he's been awfully friendly with that preacher.

- Friendly.

- He brought him water.

- Because I asked him to.

- Well, he didn't have to.

How long are you gonna wait for the Reno gang?

- As long as it takes.

- What happens if they change plans?

- They'll be here.

Goddammit, your black ass too stupid

to know what it's good for?

- Goddammit, Parnum, ain't nobody got time for this.

You better listen to what this man gotta say.

- Yes, please.

Calms my nerves.

- Go ahead.

- Six, six months ago, a Navajo girl come into town,

looked like she'd been thrown from her horse.

Her arm hung limp like,

and she struggled a bit to walk,

made her way right here into the saloon.

The bar owner come over to help out,

but he got shoved aside by a couple of ranch hands.

Said they'd bring her over to the doctor's house.

Next day, sheriff found her body behind the stable.

Violated, her dress all up over her head.

Couldn't have been more than 15. Shame.

It turns out she was a shaman's daughter.

He wanted whoever did it dead.

Now, I, I fought with the sheriff

and I said, I, I, I told him,

"Let the heathens have their justice."

He wouldn't have it.

He said, "Justice has got to be done

"by proper law, not Indian law."

That did not go over well with this medicine man.

He rode out of this town with

that girl's dead body hoisted on his horse

and cursing every one of us.

I said, "Sheriff, I will see these men hanged."

He threw me in jail

and he told me to cool off until I, I saw the light.

- How long ago was this?

- Maybe two weeks ago.

- So you're saying that this is all Navajo doing?

- I am.

I heard such screaming and yelling and I said,

"Jeremiah, Babylon will be a heap of ruins,

"a haunt of jackals, an object of horror and scorn.

"A place of."

- Why don't you take the preacher here to one

of the rooms to get washed up?

- I don't believe I work for you, sir.

- Please.

- Reverend.

- Ah, you think the calvary would've showed up on now.

- Maybe they didn't get word.

- Maybe they on their way.

- Still doesn't explain where all the bodies are.

- Yeah, I think they would've scalped them or burned them.

Sent some kind of message.

- Nicodemus?

Hello?

Nicodemus.

- Psst.

Nothing.

- Get off me, no! Put me down!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ma'am, I pride myself on never having shot a woman.

But if you don't put that pig sticker down,

I will blow a hole in your face.

- Look, we are not gonna hurt you.

Put your gun down.

Put it down.

Okay.

- Food.

- We can do that.

- Poor woman damn near starving.

Seems like those that survived,

they're a little bit crazy,

like they seen a ghost or something.

What did you say?

- Navajo, means walks on all fours.

What, what walks on all fours?

Ma'am, are you saying Indians did this?

- Not Indians. One Indian.

- Hold on now.

You mean to tell me one man did all this?

- It's not a man.

It's a skinwalker.

What is that?

- It's a Navajo myth.

It's ghost stories they tell around the campfire.

- That's what I thought Mr. Cody, until one night one

of these myths came down the mountain,

walked right into Purgatory,

and hasn't left.

He has the power to shapeshift into any creature.

He can wield black magic, enlist creatures of the night,

raise the dead, wreak havoc on the world.

- Why now? Why Purgatory?

- An Indian girl has been raped and murdered here.

It was a shaman's daughter.

Old wives' tales, prairie.

- You might as well just kill each other now,

because we are all going to be dead soon enough.

You will see.

You will see it with your own eyes.

- Hello, Anna.

What sort of stories have you been telling these gentlemen?

You see, miss Anna here was exiled to the far outskirts

of town years ago for telling her stories.

She talks and cavorts with the Redskins out there.

Wouldn't be at all surprised

if she didn't worship their false gods.

Take a look at that talisman she wears around her neck.

- It's sage. It keeps the beast away.

- You also have to ask yourself, how is it she survived when

so many others have perished?

- Miss Anna!

- It's just wolves, lapping up the remains

of the Indian massacre.

- All right, everybody back inside, now.

- Come on, Miss Anna. Come on.

Come on, man.

- All right. We all need to get some sleep.

We'll assess our options in the morning.

We'll gather weapons, rations, and water.

- Well, I say we leave at first light,

because if this thing is real

and I am not saying that it is,

apparently it's a night stalker.

- We're safe here. You said so yourself.

It's three days in any direction.

At least here we have the protection of the town.

Out there, we're more vulnerable.

- How convenient.

If we stay here, you have the opportunity

to continue your Pinkerton business.

- Pinkerton business?

- Mr. Riffen over here is expecting the Reno gang to ride

through your fair town.

- Are they dangerous?

- Why don't we hold fire until we make up our minds?

Cut for me please.

Low card takes first watch.

- I'd like a card, please.

- I'm sorry?

- I can keep watch.

I've been keeping it for almost two weeks now.

- Ma'am, as a proper southern gentleman, I cannot allow you,

as spirited as you are, to take watch.

- How about the reverend?

Don't he get one too?

- Oh gentlemen, my faith is strong, clearly, but--

- This is my game.

I called it and I say no women and no men of the cloth.

- Well he's a goddamn man, ain't he?

- Fuck!

I got first watch, the rest of you get some goddamn sleep.

You should be sleeping.

- I'll sleep when I'm dead.

- Well, it sounds like you'll be sleeping soon enough.

- It's the same sound we heard by the fire the other night.

- Listen, I've been thinking.

I'll distract it while you and Nicodemus,

you get everybody else to safety.

Head south to the hills.

- What about the wolves?

- You and Nicodemus can take care of 'em with your rifles.

- So what?

You just stay here and become skinwalker chow?

- Mr. Riffen?

That you?

Hello, Mr. Riffen?

Oh.

Oh...

Oh my God!

How, how did you, you get in here?

What, what do you want?

You will, you will not torment me!

Leave me alone!

- What happened? You alright? I saw her.

- I saw her. I saw her.

I saw her, I saw her there there.

- Who?

- She was there.

The Indian girl, back there. Back there.

That was-- - We're here, Padre.

- What the hell is going on in here?

- Reverend had a bad dream.

- I, uh...

- I'll make coffee.

- Bless you, son.

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Anybody here?

Hello, goddammit?

We got company.

- Anybody here?

- It's them.

You're with me.

Leave it. I don't wanna spook 'em.

- What about your badge?

Why don't we take 'em down now?

- Because I wanna find out where they're

meeting the rest of the gang.

- You gonna be all right, son

- Oh... - Come on son.

- Come on. - Over here.

- We need a doctor.

- Let's get him inside.

- I don't need a goddamn drink. I need a doctor.

- There's nobody in this town but us.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh...

- Lay him down there.

Just lay down there.

- Get some alcohol and rags.

Right here, right here.

Easy, easy.

- Reverend, get a lantern.

You're gonna be all right, son, just hold on.

- He just lost a lot of blood. Okay.

- Hey!

You think twice about what you're doing next, lady.

- I have to cauterize the wound or he's going to die.

- Don't let her do it, Pa.

- Stay strong, son.

You're gonna be all right.

No!

Don't look at the fire. Look at me.

You look at me, John.

- No, no...

- Hold on, hold on.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- You hold him.

Say a prayer, son. Now!

- Goddamn mountain lion got his arm.

Came in a flash and was gone.

- Seems like that mountain lion's

been paying us all a visit.

- So you're telling me that we're

the only ones in this town, huh?

- Yep.

- Strange.

Indians?

- We think.

- When'd you boys get to town?

We've been here for a couple days.

- Y'all passing through, just like us?

- I bought some property outta Copper Creek.

Mr. Parnum here was escorting me to it.

And then we lost our horses and then this.

What about you boys? Where are you headed?

- Nowhere specific. Just riding the range.

Looking for opportunities.

- Well, this is the land of opportunity, isn't it?

- Why is he still here?

- Mr. Black. - Mr. Black.

Why is Mr. Black still in the saloon?

- You gonna try and make me leave?

- Boy. - Say the word, Pa.

Frank, let's have another shot.

- What'd you call me?

- Frank.

- I never told you my name.

- Sure you did, earlier.

- No. See, I'd remember.

'cause I don't give it out so easily.

- And I don't know how I--

- The boy, the boy's been mumbling nothing but.

- Pa, boy calls me Pa.

You know what?

You're thinking of my horse.

My horse is also named Frank.

Mr. Black, why don't you pour us some more drinks?

Make yourself useful.

- I'll do it.

- I don't mind a pretty girl waiting on us either.

- I'll take care of the trapper.

- Yeah, why don't you do that?

- You wanna step outside?

- Yes sir, Mr. Riffen, sir.

- You got those traps ready?

- I just need to grease them up is all.

- Alright, here's what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna hit you and then you're gonna

go grease those traps.

Make it look good. They're watching.

You ready?

- Whoo!

Your friend cracked the old negro right across the jaw.

- Good. Gotta keep 'em in line.

- Awh...

I tell you,

the only thing worse than the black man

is the red man, savages all of them.

- Here, here.

Whoo!

- Well, young lady, tell me, are you traveling

with these fine gentlemen?

- No, I'm not.

- Well, we're all alone in this town apparently.

You and I could have some fun then

- Mr. Frank, if you don't get your hand off my

bottom, I'm going to cut it off.

- Wow. I love this one!

You've got spunk? Yeah.

- A real bed might be easier on him. There's rooms upstairs.

- Can you find some laudanum?

There should be some in the general store.

- I'll give it a gander.

- Where are you heading?

- Looking for some ladanum for Miss Anna.

- I got Nicodemus setting traps in the bank.

If the Reno boys make a move for the money,

we'll get 'em.

- Good to know.

Yankee, where you going?

Yankee?

Yankee, did you see something?

Oh Lord.

What in God's name?

- No, don't shoot...

- What?

My baby.

Please, save my son.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- We didn't walk into Purgatory.

We stepped into Hell.

Going to find the trapper.

All right.

You check on him again in a couple hours.

- You boys part of the Reno gang?

- Say the word, Pa.

- Please. They're Pinkertons.

Mr. Riffen and the others.

- What are you talking about?

- He knows who we are, let me take him.

- Wait, there, there's money.

- Oh, sit, Pa!

- Hold on, hold on.

What's your game, preacher?

Bank got a drop off just before the town went empty.

There's money. Lots of it.

- What's in it for you?

- I just want a piece of it. The bank.

Well, at least you're honest about your profession.

Alright, listen.

We're gonna play nice with the Pinkertons

for a couple days 'till John's feeling better.

Then we'll make our move. Got it?

Yes sir.

- This is some horseshit.

- Like it?

- Did you find the laudanum?

- What?

- The laudanum.

- No, wasn't there.

- Mr. Cody.

Mr. Cody.

Are you all right?

- Miss Anna, I have seen things in the war that

I wish, I pray, could be unseen,

but I have never seen anything like this.

- What is it? What did you see?

- We found your townsfolk.

All of them.

- Where?

Where are they hiding?

- In the chapel.

And they are not hiding.

They all...

- Johnny, Johnny!

Joe?

- Johnny?

- God, please help me.

Dear God.

- Who did this to you, boy?

It was the devil.

- Pa, don't.

Please Pa, I'm begging you, don't!

- Henry, boy.

- No.

- He's gone.

- Goddammit...

- Pa...

No, please.

Pa, no. - Please.

- Goddammit.

- Who did this to my boy--

- It was the skinwalker--

- Come on now, Frank.

- Who did this to him?

- Come on now, I don't know.

- Need to do justice, right now.

- Frank...

- Take it easy.

Need to keep him alive 'till we're with the other two men.

- And then we kill 'em all.

- Let her go, Frank.

She ain't got nothing to do with this.

- Oh, we're gonna let her go,

with us when we leave this town.

They gutted my son.

And now I'm gonna gut you slowly.

I need you to howl for your friends to hear.

- Frank, please.

- Whose side you on, reverend??

- So there it is. Let Judas amongst us.

- And then Christ suffered on the cross.

- For the love of God, Frank

- It's an eye for an eye.

- Those men did not kill your son.

- I told you not to talk!

If they didn't do it, who did?

- A beast.

- That thing that attacked John the other night,

that, that was some kind of monster.

- Shut up.

There ain't no such thing.

- There is. And he's here.

- Listen lady, the only monster you have

to worry about in this town is me.

the horses.

- What the hell's going on with our horses?

Go check. Hurry up!

- Geez Pa, the horses.

- Goddammit it, talk to me!

Where the hell's my horses?

Talk!

- That all you got?

- Are they gone?

- Yes, they've left.

- What took you so long?

- Well, we got a little held up.

You all right?

- Still on this side of the dirt.

- You stay here with Miss Anna.

Nicodemus and I, we'll go find them.

- Oh no, no, no, no, no.

Now I got a bone to pick,

and I can't let you have all the fun, now can I?

- Mr. Black, you stay here with Ms. Anna.

You sure you're up for this?

- No.

- Reverend, you all right?

- Come on.

- Come on, move, move!

Up, come on.

Ah, no, Henry!

Run boy, run! Let's go!

Go!

Oh shit, how's your arm?

- I'm gonna be all right.

- All right. I think we shook him.

- It's a beast, a goddamn beast!

- My god.

- No, no, no, no, no!

- Come on, come on, come on.

Let's go.

Check behind that door.

What's wrong, preacher?

- The devil. He's coming, he's coming.

- Devil's gonna get you out.

- Crazy preacher was right!

- Oh shit.

Look at all that.

Here, fill it up.

Yeah.

Be quick, boy. We gotta move.

My leg, my goddamn leg!

Pa, get me outta there.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You're gonna be all right. I gotta lead it away.

- What are you doing?

- Fire off a few shots.

Get it to follow me.

You're gonna be fine.

Let's go, preacher.

- Pa, it's coming, goddamn it!

- Go!

I'll be back for you, son.

Pa, please don't leave me.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's us.

They moved on to the bank.

We need to reload.

- Goddammit, why did you ever let

that coward outta the stockade?

- Well, it's hard for me to see another man locked up,

but I don't suppose you know anything about that

being from Dixie and all.

- You preaching to me?

Damn Yankees cast lots for my land.

Split it up amongst slaves that I never owned.

That I never owned!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. There are no winners here.

None of us.

We all lost something. Let's not lose again.

- I'm out, I'm outta sage.

I need more.

This is what kept me alive, but it doesn't last long.

I have to go back to my place to get more.

- Anna, wait.

I'm sorry Mr. Riffen but I need to go.

- I got her.

- You, you reload that Henry.

You find some high ground.

You see anything, you shoot it and I mean anything.

I'll cover the front.

- Dead quiet all of a sudden.

- It's nearby.

- This thing, it get your husband?

- No, I live by myself.

- If you don't mind my asking, what a fine lady like you

doing way on the outskirts by yourself?

- I'd rather not say

- It got something to do with that preacher, don't it?

We must hurry!

- Miss Anna, you wanna tell me about that preacher?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- What? What are you talking about?

- He's coming to get me.

- Who's coming?

- God. God have mercy on my soul.

- Damn it.

You better start talking, Reverend.

And I want the truth.

- I have never told anybody this story.

When I was a young girl, the Reverend Silas,

he made advances towards me.

Fought him off and ran.

He then told his flock that I was the young harlot

who had tempted him into sin,

but he avoided my advances with his fortitude and faith.

The town turned on us,

and now I fear the reverend has sinned again.

We must go.

- All clear for the moment.

- Gentlemen, I need y'all to listen

to what Ms. Anna gotta say now.

- I can't be certain as, I'm an outsider here,

but I think the Reverend Silas raped

and killed the shaman's daughter.

Everybody in Purgatory knew, but they stayed silent.

- That's probably why the preacher's congregation's

lying dead in this church.

- The reverend was locked up

because they was gonna hang him for the murder

and the skinwalker took justice into his own hands.

- No, he'll never stop. Ever.

When someone kills your child, you become dead inside.

Your pain knows no end.

- You gimme a shot at it, I know I can trap him.

- But how do we kill it?

- Maybe if we feed the preacher to the beast,

it'll let up upon us.

- A medicine man once told me his weakness,

but I'm not sure what it means.

The white ashes of a pure soul would destroy the beast.

Ashes to ashes.

- Dust to dust.

Thank you, Miss Anna.

Nicodemus, set those traps.

Mr. Parnum, you tend to the lanterns.

I'll be back.

- Well, I've been tracking it.

It seems to be coming in and outta town from the south.

I figured I'd put a trap here

and one up near the stables.

- Maybe add a new trap and do it quick.

- I'm gonna need some light.

- Nope.

- Any luck?

- Let's hope your medicine man was right.

Better go set those traps.

- And folks, in case you haven't figured it out by now,

this yellow bellied child rapist

is what that thing is after.

So I'm gonna make you a deal.

I'm gonna take this money and your weapons.

I'm gonna head outta town and nobody's gonna follow me.

You get the preacher.

- You're out of your goddamn mind.

- Am I? I think we all know what's going on here.

- I'm gonna make you a counteroffer.

Frank Sparks, you're under arrest for the murder

of Maria and Abigail Riffen.

- What are you talking about?

- The train from Chicago to St. Louis.

A year ago, you boys robbed it. There were casualties.

- Step back, step back, goddammit it.

I'll blow his head off.

- Lemme take him, Yankee.

- No, he's mine.

Frank, I'm taking you in.

I will see you hanged

for the murder of my wife and daughter.

- And I will shoot you both.

So it's you or the preacher. Your choice.

- Silas, Silas, get back here!

Goddammit, Silas!

Aww, shit.

- Where in the hell did he go?

Goddammit, he could be anywhere.

You go that way, keep an eye out for the beast.

Silas, show yourself.

- Where are you hiding?

I ain't gonna hurt you.

Not too much, anyway.

Come on. Come on, preacher.

Going to get you. End of the road.

Damn!

You better come outta there preacher.

I'm gonna make you the holiest man there is.

No, don't!

It's here, it's here!

Don't let him, don't let it get me!

Don't, please, Mr. Riffen!

Mr. Black!

- Let's get him to the saloon.

I got you. I got you.

I got you there, boy.

Hold on.

Almost there, almost there.

- Get out, now.

- No, no, please. You know Delucie?

- Don't make me shoot you.

- I got you, I got you, I got you.

- Alcohol and rags.

- Whoa, whoa. Slow, slow down.

Got your chair right there.

Stay. Stay.

Stay, sit up, sit up.

- Stay with me, partner.

- Johnny Reb, calling me partner.

I must be dead or something.

- Ain't nobody get to kill you but me.

- Them traps out there, they ready, Johnny.

- Okay. Stay with me, buddy.

Come on. Come on.

Miss Anna.

- Please, please don't kill me.

- Get in. - Yes, yes.

I deserve it. I deserve to be locked up.

I'm a bad man.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sir, God.

Please forgive me.

You'll be safe in here.

Mercy. Hallelujah.

Mercy Hallelujah.

God.

No, no!

- Hallelujah.

What did I tell you?

You feed the preacher to the skinwalker, end of story.

- Let's hope so.

- You better hurry up then, Miss Anna.

What little brains this man has left is gonna

fall out of his head.

- Least I got something to lose.

- Just making sure you're still with us.

- Over there. Outside.

It's still here.

- What the...

- This thing's not gonna stop.

What is that?

What is that?

- I don't know. I don't know.

He's coming. He's coming!

- No, ah!

- Beau, what the hell are you doing?

Beau?

- I'm doing what needs to be done.

- I hate to be the bear of bad news,

but I'm running low on bullets.

- It's all right. I got something stronger.

What is that, gunpowder?

- It's the ashes of a pure soul.

- I think I'd rather have gunpowder.

- I'm gonna lead it down to the trap.

You get this in it, get it on it, somehow.

- The hell am I supposed to do, bake a pie?

What you doing, Yankee?

- Setting the trap.

- Damn it, don't you dare!

- I can't, Parnum, I can't.

I can't keep running.

I'm as broken as that shaman.

- Don't do it, Yankee.

- You let me do this. You let me do it!

- Goddammit, Yankee. Don't do it!

I'll get you outta there.

- No, you find cover. Be ready!

Be ready!

Come on!

Parnum!

Ah!

Parnum!

- Mr. Parnum, Mr. Parnum, are you okay?

Yeah.

- Now, Miss Anna, now!

- Think I saw Jesus last night, right?

And he wasn't too happy to see me.

Yankee?

- He's gone.

- Maybe he's finally at peace.

- This town was nice, once.

I remember it as a little girl.

- Maybe it could be like that again, Miss Anna.

Like the phoenix rising up from the ash.

- Well, ain't that the prettiest sight you've ever seen?

Believe that horse's name is Frank.

Now Frank and I, we're gonna head west.

On my out, gonna make a withdrawal from the bank.

I'll leave you two a little something.

- That's mighty of kind of you.

- Adios, amigos!

- Safe travels, Mr. Cody. We'll see you soon.

♪ Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton ♪

♪ Old times there are not forgotten ♪

♪ Look away, look away, look away ♪

- Coffee, Mr. Black?

- I think I may like that, Miss Anna.