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TIM: Kiss my ass, Ben Mockridge! Ha!

BEN: Kiss my ass, Tim Slater. If you can catch it!

TIM: Let's go! Let's go!

Shit!

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

Whoa! Whoa!

- Got you again, Tim. - Oh, goddamn.

Teach you to mess with the Ben Mockridge Express.

(ROOSTER CROWS)

TIM: I'm gonna get you next time, Ben.

Goddamn birds.

I tell you, Ben, if I don't ever see another chicken again

as long as I live, it'll be too soon.

- I've been making plans. - Yeah? Like what?

You'll see.

- I finally got it. - Yeah? Where?

- It's in the wagon. - Let me see.

- Maybe I will. - SLATER: Ben, did you bring the laundry?

Er, here it is, Mr. Slater.

Tell your ma we'll pay her next week.

Unless you wanna trade for a couple of chickens.

No thanks, Mr. Slater.

My ma says we could wait.

Go get the laundry, Tim.

Hey. You gonna show it to me?

- How much? - Four dollars.

Yeah? Let's see.

That looks like a nice one. I wish I had one.

If my pa caught me with one, he'd give me hell.

- Does your ma know you got it? - No.

- You've been practising, huh? - Yeah.

Can you do it? Can you... Can you really do it?

- Of course I can. - Let me see.

Told ya I've been making plans.

Yeah, but ain't you still delivering laundry for your ma?

Not for long.

It so happens that Frank Culpepper's gonna be

driving 2,000 head to Fort Lewis, Colorado.

- I plan to go with him. - Yeah? He signed you on?

Not yet.

Oh, hell, I bet you ain't even asked him.

I'm waiting for the right time.

Oh, yeah, when's that gonna be? Three days after he's gone?

- I just told ya. I'm... - SLATER: Tim! Unload those crates!

Goddamn chickens!

- (HORSES WHINNY) - (SCREAMING)

HORSEMAN: What you doin' raisin' so much dust around here?

BEN: (CLEARING THROAT) Excuse me.

Could you tell me where I might find Mr. Frank Culpepper?

Thanks.

- (COW MOOING) - MAN: Yah!

- (COW MOOING) - MAN: All right. Coming in.

- MAN#2: Get that big one. - MAN: Come on. Bring in another one.

(MEN YELLING)

MAN: Keep that rope tight.

MAN#2: Stoke up that fire, boy.

Aay! (YELLING IN SPANISH)

Sorry.

Mr. Culpepper?

Mr. Culpepper is right over here.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Er, Mr. Culpepper?

Mr. Culpepper!

- Mr. Culpepper? - What is it, boy?

Can I talk to you for a minute, Mr. Culpepper?

That's what you're doing, ain't it?

I wanna go with you, Mr. Culpepper.

I ride real good, and I can do a lot of things.

I mean, I'll work at almost anything, Mr. Culpepper.

- Oh, I really wanna go. - Why?

'Cause I wanna be a cowboy more than anything, Mr. Culpepper.

Well, that's one hell of an ambition, boy.

I work hard. I work real hard.

All right. See the cook and...

tell him you're gonna be his Little Mary.

Thanks, Mr. Culpepper.

(COW MOOING)

I'm Ben Mockridge. Mr. Culpepper told me to see you.

- He did? - Yes, sir.

- What for? - He told me to tell you...

- Well... - He told me to tell you...

I'm Little Mary.

(DOG BARKING)

I got the money, Ma, from the Newsomes.

Er, Mrs. Burns paid me, too.

And, er, Mr. Slater said he'd pay next week.

Ma...

I talked to Mr. Frank Culpepper today.

They're leaving in the mornin'. Pointin' them north.

I asked him if I could go along.

He hired me, Ma.

Bye, Ben.

- Bye, Ma. - Be a good boy now.

Yee-ha!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Yee-ha!

I've never been up north before.

Wait till we get to the desert.

Sand scorching your eyeballs.

Driving through country that ain't fit for scavengers.

Dry enough to make you drink your own piss.

Sittin' downwind, son.

COOK: You really got the itch, ain't ya?

BEN: Well, I do.

I guess all I want to do is

punch cows and ride and

well, just cowboying.

- There's nothing better than that. - Like hell there ain't.

Well, that's all I want.

Kid, cowboying is something you do when you can't do nothing else.

Paging the old belly cheater.

Damn, what a day.

Finished skinning them birds yet?

- This here's the last one. - Did you gut him?

- No. - Hell, what are you waiting for?

How do you know what to put in there?

I don't.

How do you make that look so good?

Print, you and Wallop take the early watch.

Burgess and Old John, you take the next.

- When's your turn, Frank? - Not me.

I'm the king on this one, mister.

King don't do nothing but sit on his ass.

The way the good Lord intended.

Hey, Little Mary...

Picket my horse for me.

Er, yes, sir. Pete.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

COOK: Good God Almighty!

I just told that kid to take the horse over to the picket line.

I didn't say to ride him.

- (LAUGHING) - FRANK: Boy, there he goes!

PETE: I'm telling you, that kid's as green as grass.

♪ (INDISTINCT SINGING) ♪

PRINT: Say, I had a girl back home once.

- WALLOP: Lily of the Valley. - PRINT: Yeah, she was real pretty.

BURGESS: Uh-uh. Pretty goddamn ugly and pretty likely to stay that way.

Nah, I was gonna marry her.

WALLOP: You'd fall in love with a stump broke mule.

Oh, you sons of bitches can go to hell.

She's probably like one of them girls you was telling us about, in that saloon.

Oh, yeah. You should have been with me, Print.

That was some place.

Oh, a place like any other saloon.

Only it had this here glass ceiling.

Bunch of Parisian girls living up on it.

- How many of them was there? - PETE: Sixteen, seventeen of 'em.

- Naked as jay birds. - PRINT: Damn!

That's right.

Every now and then, one of them kinda hunkered down on all fours

and licked the glass with her tongue.

Goddamn!

I'm telling you. I was sitting down there looking up at 'em.

Well, how come, er, with all the naked Parisian gals up there...

the glass didn't break?

Small. Little, tiny girls.

Only stood about that high.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Well, that's the truth.

Well, I gotta get out to the herd.

About enough of this for one night.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(CATTLE MOOING)

(RATTLING)

(CATTLE MOOING)

(RATTLING)

(RATTLING)

OLD JOHN: Stampede! Stampede!

Stampede, boys! Get mounted!

(YELLING)

Hah! Hah! Hah!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Yah! Yah!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(GUN SHOTS)

FRANK: Don't get... Don't get too close to 'em!

Get 'em milling! Mill 'em around!

I can count twenty strays,

but there's two hundred more in a box canyon about three miles...

Good, Pete.

An old man's got 'em, and he's holding 'em.

- Did you talk to him? - Yeah.

He said, "Come and get 'em."

How many's there?

- Like I said, about two hundred head. - I mean men.

Oh, the old man's the only one I saw.

Hmm.

Burgess, Wallop, stay here with Marco.

The rest of you boys, come go with me.

Does that mean me, too?

You got ears, ain't ya?

In there.

The old man was standing right there before.

FRANK: Well, he ain't there now.

Print. Cook.

Ramon, arriba. Rutter, come with me.

Pete.

Stay here and hold their horses, kid.

(COCKS RIFLE)

Sure glad to see you, mister.

Been waiting for hours.

Your cattle, huh? They sure do run.

And by the time we found these here,

they was plumb run out.

You're mighty lucky we come upon 'em,

the way they was a-wondering.

I appreciate it.

The way I see it

generosity deserves its own reward.

Say, erm...

Fifty cents a head?

Rounds out nice and even that way, don't it?

FRANK: I don't think I'm that generous.

You sure disappoint me, mister.

And, what's more, you disappoint these boys back here,

after they worked so hard.

And they're plumb cultus.

Just as mean as they come.

So do you wanna search your soul?

Suppose I don't?

Then you ain't gonna get your cows.

Well, in that case, I guess we have no choice.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(COCKS GUN) Move.

Hey, boy. Come over here.

Yes, sir, Mr. Culpepper.

Now we're just about right here.

I want you to ride due south,

until you come across this little river.

Shouldn't take you more than three or four hours.

You listening?

Yes, sir. Er, due south.

And then head west right into the sun.

Over here is Castigo.

No more than an easy day's ride.

You got it?

Yes, sir. Castigo. I'll find it, Mr. Culpepper.

Go into the cantina, and you ask for Russ Caldwell.

Russ Caldwell.

You tell him I've lost four men, and I need him.

Two or three others as good as him if he can find them.

A dollar a day and found. You got that?

Yes, sir. I'll tell him.

A dollar a day and found.

Then get to goin'. Now, I'm counting on you, boy.

Thank you, Mr. Culpepper.

Goodbye... Cook.

COOK: Damn kid.

He ain't never gonna find his way back here.

(THUDDING)

(SNAKE RATTLING)

Eh?

- Ya lo apuesto a usted... - (COINS CLINK)

...que tampoco aguanta.

What did he say?

Oh, he wants to bet you can't hold your hand on that jar

and keep it there when that snake strikes.

(COINS CLATTER)

(SNAKE RATTLING)

Yellow bastard! Afraid of a snake!

Excuse me, but I'm looking for Mr. Russ Caldwell.

La mes de atras.

Thank you.

Mr. Russ Caldwell?

Huh?

You're looking at him.

(WHISPERING) Mr. Frank Culpepper says...

Now cut that out!

What do you want, boy?

Go on. Say it.

Mr. Frank Culpepper lost four men.

And he needs you and two or three others as good as you.

Dollar a day and found.

I can lead you back to where they are.

(BELCHES)

Don't stand behind me, kid.

Well? You walk here?

Well, I lost my horse.

There was only two of them.

Trappers.

They took my gun, too.

And Mr. Culpepper's horse.

RUSS: Howdy.

Shit.

Get your stuff, kid.

He was movin'.

Well, shit!

That's my gun.

Let him have 'em.

Frank.

This is Luke, Dixie Brick, and this here's Missoula.

- They're all good men. - Glad you brought 'em.

Er, listen, Frank...

We're gonna have to make more than a dollar a day.

Then you rode all the way out here for nothin'.

Don't turn your back on me, mister.

Don't let your mouth overload your hardware, cowboy.

Things have been tough, Frank.

And they're getting harder all the time.

It's no fault of mine.

Dollar a day.

- WALLOP: (LAUGHING) Which one? - PETE: Which one?!

Which one have I been talking about all this time?

No, there's no question, Wallop. That woman was playing tunes.

DIXIE: You're getting worse all the time.

Course, you ain't gonna find anything like that in a small town.

- WALLOP: Small town, hell. - I was in St. Louis one time,

and I went to this sportin' house.

And damn if there wasn't a little girl in there who had three tits.

- Say what? - Three tits.

One, two, three. Count 'em.

Each one of them just as ripe and rosy as the other.

Now, boys, I'll bear witness,

that was a sight to behold.

What was her name?

Her name?

Rosie.

Rosie McCormack. You heard of her?

No.

But I heard of Hank McCormack.

They say he could shoot the flame off a candle at fifty feet.

Not only that, on the next shot, he'd fire it up again.

Is that a fact?

Old man Fuller...

Well, that's someone I know back home.

He said he saw his trigger finger once,

in this big glass jar over in Leffertsville.

Said it was the meanest looking trigger finger he ever saw.

Mean and bony.

Boy, you don't watch out, you're gonna grow up to be a worse liar than I am.

(MEN LAUGHING)

DIXIE: Hey. You're rubbing off on that kid.

PETE: Shit.

You call this found?

- (FOOD SPLATTERS) - Nobody said you had to eat it.

I told you once before. Don't stand behind me, kid!

(CATTLE MOOING)

How come they keep calling me Little Mary?

That's your name, kid.

What's the matter? Don't you like it?

No, I don't.

It's a girl's name.

Well...

That's what they call a cook's helper.

Little Mary.

- (SPITTING) - (GROANING)

Christ, I wish you was a girl.

Sure is a nice horse.

What's his name?

You don't have to put a name on something you might have to eat.

♪ Cheeks like a rose

♪ Laura was a pretty girl

♪ God Almighty knows ♪

How are they?

They're tired, Frank.

They won't run tonight.

I'll remember you said that.

Missoula, Wallop, you got the first round.

Russ, Dixie Brick, you got the next.

Mr. Culpepper, I'll go on night watch.

- Forget it. - I can do it. Really.

I'm not tired or anything.

Hell, let the kid take my place.

I'll tell you what, kid, you can...

You can ride for me, too.

Well...

How do you know the kid's any good?

You know, you gotta sing to them cows.

I never heard that kid let out with one single, solitary note.

You know, that's a fact.

You know, see, if you don't sing to them cows just right,

well they'll just wander off.

DIXIE: So come on.

Well, why don't you sing us a song?

DIXIE: Come on, sing.

RUSS: Come on!

Sing!

♪ Rock of ages, cleft for me

♪ Let me hide myself in thee

♪ Be of sin the double cure

♪ Save me from its guilt and power

♪ Not the labour of my hands

♪ Can fulfill thy law's demands

I'm not sure how the rest goes.

That's enough. Get your horse.

Hell, boy. You're gonna shoot your damn foot off.

MAN: (WHISTLING)

(HUMMING) ♪ ROCK OF AGES ♪

(HORSE BRAYS)

Who... Who's there?

WALLOP: Don't get excited, kid.

Just me. Wallop.

Oh, yeah. I thought it was you.

You got any tobacco?

No, I don't.

Figures.

It's all yours, kid.

(HUMMING) ♪ ROCK OF AGES ♪

- (RUSTLING) - Who's there?

You better come out here right now.

Now you just stand right there. I mean, hold it.

Hell, boy.

You don't wanna shoot me.

Why'd you wanna do that?

Get back.

- Put your hands up. - (SIGHING) Listen, boy,

I just wanna talk to you.

I wasn't tryin' to steal those horses.

I was just...

Oh, hell.

I was just... (LAUGHING)

Yeah, you... you know what I was doin'.

- (LAUGHING) Yeah. I was just... - Get back!

All right. All right.

Okay, I know. I'm gonna tell you.

I'm gonna tell you just exactly what I was doin'.

- (THUDDING) - (HORSE NEIGHS)

Whew.

- (GRUNTING) - (STRUGGLING)

Mighty nice horse.

- (CANS RATTLING) - FRANK: What...

Frank, the remuda's gone.

Roll out, boys! Make it fast. The horses are gone!

- What is it? - How the hell should I know?

(CATTLE MOOING)

- Easy, kid. - What the hell happened to you?

Mr... Mr. Culpepper, I...

- They jumped me. - Who jumped you?

- They beat me up. - Who?

I was riding along

and I saw there was some guy by the horses,

and...

I didn't know how many there were, and, er...

FRANK: Go on. Go on.

Well, there was a one-eyed man and he started to talk to me.

Talkin' to you? What the hell do you mean? He was talking to you?

- Yeah, just talkin' to me. - Well, why the hell didn't you shoot him?

I wanted to, Mr. Culpepper.

- I swear to God I wanted to. - But you didn't.

(EXHALES)

Well, I'm sorry, I...

FRANK: Damn stupid kid. I should've known better.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - (CATTLE MOOING)

Let's get him back up.

Easy.

(DOG BARKING)

CHILDREN: ♪ Ring around the rosy

♪ A pocket full of posies

♪ Ashes, ashes, we all fall down ♪

FRANK: Missoula,

go in there and find out where we can get us some horses.

While you're in there, get the kid a ticket on the next stage.

MISSOULA: Where to?

FRANK: I don't give a damn as long as we get rid of him.

Hey, ask if there's a doc in town.

Frank, how about a drink?

Let's get rid of the kid first.

MISSOULA: Doctor's around back.

No stage till tomorrow night, and he doesn't know nothin' about no horses.

Keep a watch on the horses.

(DOG BARKING)

(CHILDREN) ♪ Ring around the rosy

♪ A pocket full of posies

♪ Ashes, ashes, we all fall down ♪

Come now here, son.

What happened?

(DOG BARKING)

Well, you're young. You'll mend fast.

(DOGS BARKING)

You ready for that drink now, Frank?

Yep.

Come on, kid.

(MEN LAUGHING)

RUSS: Okay, drop in and go on through there, friends.

- BEN: Wait. - (LAUGHING)

- Give us a bottle. - (LAUGHING)

That'll be two dollars a bottle.

Maybe we're not gonna drink the whole bottle.

That don't make me no never mind. It's still two dollars a bottle.

It might not be worth two dollars.

- Only one way you're gonna find out. - Come on.

(COINS RATTLE IN BOWL)

MAN: Okay, I'll call you.

Hey, how about some glasses here?

MAN ♪2: Only one way you can find out. You gonna call or ain'tcha?

Say, friend,

a town like this, oughta be a lot of horses.

There's enough. Why?

Could be we're interested.

Huh. (LAUGHING)

You... You don't look like no stock buyers to me.

What do stock buyers look like, mister?

- Hmm? - MAN: Come on.

He ain't gonna give you the damn cards. He never could shuffle anyway.

- Let me finish shufflin'. - Huh?

- Well, you're takin'all day. - All right, you shuffle, goddamn it.

Leave me alone, you son of a bitch.

- (WHISPERING) It's him. - Who?

The one-eyed man who stole the horses.

MAN: What do you want to do now?

Put your ante up.

You'd better be sure, boy.

- I'm sure. - Bartender...

- You want something, mister? - (COCKING GUN)

Cover him, kid.

Take it easy.

If he moves, kill him.

We're looking for some horses.

I understand you got a lot of 'em.

Well...

Here's a man who wants to buy some horses.

FRANK: I didn't say that.

All right. Well, then, er...

What did you say, friend?

- Three cards. - I said I'm looking for some horses.

I was just watching the game, mister.

Maybe it's best you just tell me where they are.

ONE-EYED MAN: We ain't got no horses.

- FRANK: Yeah, you do. - ONE-EYED MAN: Who says?

FRANK: The kid. The one you stomped last night.

ONE-EYED MAN: I didn't stomp any kid. We ain't got no horses.

- (SCREAMING) - Where are the horses?

- I don't know nothin' about no... - The horses!

I'm not gonna ask you again, mister.

Listen, I... I didn't have any part in this. I...

I don't know anything. I wanna go home.

I wanna go home. I...

I was just watchin'.

Just watchin'. I swear it.

(GROANING)

Shit!

Haaah.

For a reformed man, I coulda sworn you looked like you was enjoyin' that.

Please.

This one's still breathing.

Get up.

Can you hear me?

Just get me a doc. Please.

We will.

But first, you tell me where you put those horses.

- A gully just outside of town. - Which way?

It's about a mile east. Where the road forks.

You believe him?

Yeah.

- Is he dead? - Deader'n hell, kid.

Deader'n hell.

Come on, kid. Let's get the horses.

(YIPPING)

COOK: Will you guys hold it down out there?

You're gonna get dust in your grub!

(MEN LAUGHING)

Thought you were gonna get rid of the kid.

Sure as hell ain't worth it.

You just like to travel.

Best part's gettin' into town.

Or gettin' outta town.

In-between's lousy.

It's the same with women.

RUSS: Goddamn you, kid.

(SPITTING) I told you to stay out of my way.

(BLOWS ON GUN)

Well, what the hell is goin' on here?

Ah, this crazy son-of-a-bitch slugged the kid.

He took my gun!

I was just lookin' at it, Mr. Culpepper, honest. I didn't mean...

- Shut up. - Nobody calls me a son-of-a-bitch.

That's right. The gun was lying on the blanket. The kid just picked it up.

That ain't no reason to slug anybody.

You want to try to do something about it?

You gonna do anything about this, Frank?

No business of mine.

Frank?

It's just you...

And me.

It was my fault. I shouldn't have picked it up.

Go on, beat it, kid.

It's your move.

Mr. Culpepper, this ain't right.

I don't want no fight.

I ain't done nothin'.

I ain't no damn gunslinger. Why, I don't want no trouble.

RUSS: You called me a son-of-a-bitch.

Nobody calls me a son-of-a-bitch.

Nobody.

I take it back.

I take it back.

No.

I'm waiting.

Well, ain't anybody gonna do anything?

I'm still waiting.

Well, to hell with it.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SCOFFING)

- (LAUGHING) - You son-of-a-bitch, you.

I told you I was gonna do that, didn't I? (LAUGHING)

Nobody calls you a son-of-a-bitch, huh, Russ?

Well, I wasn't talking about you, Frank.

'Cause you're a rotten son-of-a-bitch.

You give me any more trouble, I'll blow your damn head off.

You understand?

- I said, "understand?"! - Yeah!

Mr. Culpepper, I'm sorry.

I... I didn't mean nothin'.

You just cost me a good man, boy.

So from now on, you better make yourself real small.

(WIND HOWLING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CLICKING TONGUE)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Damned if I wouldn't rather be robbin' banks.

Yeah. Sure as hell hope they got one in Fort Lewis.

We just might do that.

There's water, right over the hill.

- Let 'em go! - Hyah! Hyah!

- (WHISTLING) - Hah!

(WHISTLING)

Come on, move 'em up!

Get around there, Ben!

Hah! Hah!

- Hah! Hah! - (WHISTLING)

(CATTLE MOOING)

FRANK: We're going into town to try to find out who owns this land

- before we get our heads shot off. - Yeah.

While we're gone, take a couple of the boys and try to get that fence back up.

Yes, Mr. Culpepper.

You do look awfully pretty.

Get your horse and you follow 'em. I... I need supplies.

Now, I need two sacks of flour,

a sack of beans, big bag of Arbuckles,

and potatoes and onions, if they got 'em.

All right, I'll remember that.

Well, tell it back to me anyway.

Two sacks of flour, a sack of beans,

big bag of Arbuckles.

Taters and onions, too, if they got 'em.

COOK: (GRUNTING) Smart-alecky kid.

Should be home with your ma.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

- Er, whisky all around? - Just pour it.

You gentlemen just passing through, or...

(STUTTERING) y-you plan on stayin' for a while?

Who owns that piece of grazing land just west of here, by the river?

Er, that'd be, M-M-Mr. Thorton Pierce.

Thorton Pierce?

Yeah. He owns practically everything around here.

Got some business. I'd like to talk with him.

H-Hector.

Y-You run and find Mr. Pierce.

D'ya hear?

We'll have another.

Yes, sir.

Pour.

BARMAN: While you gentlemen are waitin',

I got something you might enjoy...

...passing the time with.

Such as?

Out in that back room there

is a n-n-nice little lady.

Genuine f...

...f-f-former virgin.

I p... I paid sixty dollars for her in Santa Fe

just last month.

- How old is she? - How much?

BARMAN: I'll, I'll tell you what...

Erm, let's see, there's, er, there's...

six of you.

I'll make it f-f-four dollars for the lot.

And...

And you can chip away all you want.

MISSOULA: And what about the kid?

I mean he ought to go half price.

BARMAN: Tell you what...

Four dollars, and I'll throw in the whisky.

That sounds good.

What do you think, Russ?

I think we should take a look at her.

Come on, Dixie.

Come on, Dixie!

(DOOR CREAKING)

You really pay sixty dollars for that?

(STUTTERING) It's the honest truth, mister.

Well, shit, you sure got took.

Hey, Russ?

Why don't we let the kid go first?

Yeah.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on!

(CHUCKLING)

- Come on, kid, go get in there. - You get it while it's hot.

Ma'am.

(BEDSPRINGS CREAKING)

(GIRL GIGGLING)

Shit!

Oh, Lord.

(GIRL'S GIGGLING CONTINUES)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

Kid!

Well, what's this I hear about somebody wants to talk business with me?

You Mr. Pierce? Frank Culpepper.

Those your cattle sittin' on my land?

Yep.

We're drivin' 'em to Colorado.

I don't care where you're drivin' 'em.

Right now they're drinkin' my water and eatin' my grass.

That's why we rode in, to make an arrangement.

You should've thought of that

before you drove your pretty little cows onto my property.

We'll pay a fair price.

You will, huh?

Well, that'll be up to me to decide.

I sell my grazing rights for thirty cents a head.

Per day!

I'll tell you what, two hundred dollars. We'll be out of there tomorrow night.

No, the way I figure it, you owe me two hundred dollars right up to now!

And the price?

- Why, it keeps goin' up all the time. - Like hell.

Keep outta this.

FRANK: We'll move 'em out. Today.

PIERCE: Uh-uh.

First off I gotta have my damages...

for trespassin'.

The two hundred'll do for a start.

FRANK: No, it sure as hell won't.

PIERCE: You ain't got no choice, mister.

Mr. Culpepper?

(RIFLE COCKING)

So, first off, you...

just drop your gun belts on the floor.

'Cause all I gotta do is spit.

Now drop 'em. All of ya!

Nice and polite, ain't ya?

Two hundred dollars, my friend.

(MONEY RUSTLING)

All right, pick up your feet and get moving.

Get out!

Now get your horses and walk 'em out of town! Scat, boy!

And you, too, Texas.

I don't stay generous for long.

Ain't no egg-suckin' son-of-a-bitch ever take my gun before.

Ain't you gonna do nothin'?

We're going back to move the cattle out.

DIXIE: Frank?

- Frank! - FRANK: What?

DIXIE: Ain't nobody gonna take my gun.

What the hell's the matter with you, Frank?

FRANK: You heard me!

We're taking the cows to Fort Lewis.

BEN: Mr. Culpepper, what about the supplies?

FRANK: Forget it!

- Ain't nobody ever done that to me. - Shut up.

You want a chaw?

Erm, no, thanks.

WALLOP: Hey, boy.

Hey, Little Mary.

- Yeah? - Is it true what they're saying?

About what?

About them three pretty girls you seen in town.

Was there really three of 'em there?

Yeah, that's right. Three of 'em.

- A dark 'un, a redhead, and a blonde? - That's right.

Is it really true that that blonde's from Paris? Paris, France?

That's right.

Sure wish I'da been there.

Which 'un did you have, boy?

I had 'em all.

Had 'em all? I sure wish I'da been there.

Water and grass.

- How far? - Three miles.

- Anyone there? - Settlers.

They said we're welcome to it.

There's water up ahead! Keep 'em moving!

- (WHISTLING) - Yah! Yah!

Easy! Easy! Hiyah!

Let 'em drink and then bed 'em down.

I'm Frank Culpepper.

I wanna thank you people for your kindness.

You're welcome here, my friend.

I'm Brother Nathaniel Greene.

This here's Brother Ephraim.

FRANK: "Brother", huh?

We all brothers and sisters here.

All children of God.

We've been following the path that God set for us.

It's been a long and difficult journey.

We passed through the wilderness at last.

And he's led us here.

This valley's our Canaan.

Here we shall build, and all will be welcome.

Amen.

Well, I never would've figured anything like that.

You?

Shit!

I feel naked as hell without my goddamn gun.

Boy, I'll tell ya,

some things more important to a man than cattle.

SETTLERS: ♪ Rock of ages

♪ Cleft for me

♪ Let me hide myself in thee

♪ Let the water and the blood

♪ From thy riven side which flowed

♪ Be of sin the double cure

♪ Save from wrath... ♪

NATHANIEL: Here in this valley, we shall live in peace and love.

We shall live without fear and without greed.

Here we shall build a refuge for the weary and the sick,

and the outcast.

And we shall ask no help,

but we shall offer it to all.

Each shall give what he can.

And each shall receive what he needs.

This land will be the land of innocence,

and here a man can live without violence,

without bloodshed.

I promise you as God has promised me that this shall be.

- (DOG BARKING) - (HORSES APPROACHING)

FRANK: Easy, boys!

PIERCE: Well, now, Texas, you're still on my land.

That means you're still trespassing. It could cost you plenty.

Seems to me like you got an awful lot of land.

You got a deed to it?

These are all the deeds I need.

You got one hour to get off.

Start movin' and don't stop.

You'll reach the salt flats by nightfall, and you're welcome to 'em.

If you've got any other ideas, just remember

that last time I took your money

and I took your guns and that was pretty easy.

This time I may have to take all of your cattle, and that could even be easier.

It won't be.

Then I'm giving you one hour to get your cattle off my land,

or I'm tellin' ya, Texas, I'm gonna take 'em all.

I'm gonna take everything you got!

One hour.

That's all the time I'm givin' ya.

And you, too, Brother!

I warned you before, and I'm warnin' you again:

Get off my land!

God's land.

My land!

God's land.

He brought us here, and here we shall stay.

This is his bounty. There is land enough for all.

PIERCE: You're a squatter, and around here we shoot squatters!

When we come back,

ain't nobody better be here,

'cause we're comin' in to blast whatever trespassers is left!

Give 'em a taste.

(SCREAMING)

God sent you here to help us.

Mister, the only place that God is sendin' me is to Fort Lewis, Colorado.

He's givin' me one hell of a hard time getting there.

- He'll kill us. - All you have to do is leave.

We cannot.

You ain't gonna let him do it again, are ya?

We're movin' out now!

Damn it, Frank! I ain't gonna take this anymore!

You want to eat that old man's dirt, you go ahead,

but don't ask me to swallow it for ya!

Ain't nobody askin' you to.

I got maybe twelve or fifteen days to Fort Lewis,

and right now I don't care what I have to do,

as long as I get there!

Damn!

So?

Whoa.

Come on, kid. Hurry it up. You ready to roll?

Right.

I'm not goin', Mr. Culpepper. I'm sorry.

- I'm... I'm stayin'. - What the hell for?

Get on that wagon, boy. Quit wastin' time.

These people, they need some kind of help.

You can't help 'em.

BEN: Some things are more important to a man than cattle, Mr. Culpepper.

Not to me.

Roll 'em.

- Move 'em out! - Yah!

Give me your rifle and some ammunition.

I said, give it to me!

Damn stupid kid!

Come on, cowboy. Do this right.

Well, shit, come on. Come here, boy.

Come here.

♪ When we've been there

♪ Ten thousand years... ♪

Dammit, how long are they gonna keep that up?

I don't know, but these people sure are gonna be disappointed.

Why?

They're expectin' God to come down and help 'em,

but all they're gonna get is us.

♪ We've no less days

♪ To sing

♪ God's praise

♪ Than when

♪ We first begun ♪

RUSS: Here they come.

- (COMMOTION) - (BABY CRYING)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

(GUN SHOTS)

(SCREAMING)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

Aahh!

Damn!

Aah!

Shit. (GROANING)

(HORSE APPROACHING)

(GUN SHOTS)

- (GROANING) - (GUN SHOT)

♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved a wretch

♪ Like me

♪ I once was lost

♪ But now I'm found

♪ Was blind

♪ But now I see

♪ Was grace that taught

♪ My heart to fear

♪ And grace

♪ My fears relieved

♪ How precious did... ♪

We're leavin'.

Can't stay in this field of death.

This entire valley's been soiled with blood.

But you said you wanted this land.

God never meant for us to stay. He was only testin' us.

♪ Through many dangers ♪

You're welcome to come with us, if you want to.

♪ And snares... ♪

What about them?

You're not just gonna leave 'em there.

You've got to bury them first!

God's will is that we go.

- I said you've got to bury them! - (GUN COCKING)

♪ Was grace that brought

♪ Us safe thus far

♪ And grace will lead us home

♪ When we've been there

♪ Ten thousand years

♪ Bright shining

♪ As the sun

♪ We've no less days

♪ To sing God's praise

♪ Than when we first begun ♪

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