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This isn't right.

He could die.

I didn't bring you back from the bottom of that cliff

so that I could be subject to your opinions, Dr. Starr.

You really wanna know me?

Take a number

Pretty purse on ya head

Might attract a bounty hunter

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not the shooter But you might wanna runna

I'm not the shooter But you might wanna take cover

Look in the mirror Do you recognize who's staring back?

I'm not your sh-sh-sh-sh-shadow But I'm just as black

I'm not your brother's keeper I'm not your nigger either

Don't fear the Reaper Not your shadow, shadow, shadow, ow!

Straight up, don't turn your back Boy, check your cardiac

Straight up, don't turn your back

Face up, don't turn your back

Too late you hear the clack

Check your cardiac

I'm not your sh-sh-sh-sh-shadow But I'm just as black

Why do they call Indian Country the Badlands?

Are the Natives as savage as people say?

No. Choctaw is good people.

Savages are the white criminals.

Worst of the worst hide out here.

Oh, because the marshals can't pursue them here?

Because this territory belongs to the Choctaw?

Mm-hmm. That's right.

But since you're a bounty hunter, those restrictions don't apply to you?

If you know all this already, why are you wasting breath asking?

Habit, I suppose.

Hmm.

Learn the habit of keeping your mouth shut.

Out here, even the shadows is watching.

Nonsense, Mr. Bass.

Silly superstition won't scare me.

You are trespassing.

Turn back.

Oh, oh, oh, that's Choctaw.

Oh, don't despair, Mr. Bass.

I brought a translation book for just such an occurrence.

Aha!

You see, this is how I can be of use to you.

Americans, go away!

The moon is turning around!

See the bitter cow dung!

I think your white girl is broken.

Not mine. But I agree.

I guess I'm talking to Lighthorse up there?

How you been, Bass?

This that new daughter you've been predicting?

Came out a lot older than I was expecting. And, uh, whiter.

Stowaway I'm putting on the next stagecoach back home.

I'd rather be partnered with a blowfly.

Less conversations.

Don't mind him, missy.

Old Bass here has a spur up his backside that predates your association.

Ah. You two seem like old friends.

Well, I've known him for a while, and he hasn't shot me yet.

So he must like me more than most people.

Keep talking. Might find out I don't like you much as you think.

Met Bass when he fell in among the Five Tribes some years ago.

Back when he was new to the bounty-hunting game.

We taught him to hunt and track and to speak Choctaw like a human being.

Trained him up into the hard and miserable son of a bitch we're stuck with today.

- Hmm. - Do you ever shut up?

When I sleep.

- But only sometimes. - Hmm.

Mr. Lighthorse, what is this place?

A memorial.

Every pouch is a prayer for a life lost on the Trail of Tears.

Those two particular pouches are prayers for Bass's wife and unborn child.

Choctaw woman.

Murdered by Custer and his men.

But his wife isn't dead.

Glory is his second wife.

This pouch here is for his first, Nanye. A great woman.

A hero.

You knew her?

I'm only betraying his privacy because you seem like the inquisitive type.

And asking Bass too much about his past is a good way to catch a bullet.

Hmm.

So many lives.

What a tragedy.

What a crime.

So, you gonna keep me in suspense,

or are you gonna tell me who your white overseers

sent you into my territory to capture?

- We're looking for my un-- - Bully Shaw.

Huh?

Heard of him?

I have, and you can't have him.

We're on our way to Prosperity to arrest him

for murdering a Chickasaw woman.

Well, he should go to me.

You got no authority over him. He's American.

An American who killed an Indian woman on Indian land.

He's mine.

Well, reckon if we can't agree on jurisdiction,

it's all about who gets him first.

Reckon it is.

Yeehaw!

Whoo!

Aha!

Still slower than molasses, I see.

Race is to the man, not the town.

And you didn't beat me. Rio did.

If that makes you feel better.

I remember when that sign was ironic.

See how things flourish when you got a good sheriff? Ha!

Town's flush owing to a new mining concern a few miles east.

Of course, that's also what's drawing the white ne'er-do-wells from America.

Mining concern? Mining what?

Um, I don't mean to tell you how to do your work, sir.

But I do have several gadgets at my disposal

that could perhaps aid in the peaceful apprehension of Bully Shaw.

Capture Bully Shaw peacefully?

- Good luck with that. - Hmm.

You all set up on the main road in.

If I spook him and he runs, I want you waiting.

Hyah!

Mm-hmm.

You got a date with a stagecoach.

Wait! Don't send me back.

I can help. I really do have inventions that can take down Bully. Look at this.

Uh-huh. Which end the bullet come out of?

It's not a weapon, sir. It's... sort of a tool.

I call it the Gramotos Veriphone. Or maybe just Veriphone for short.

It can analyze the timbre of a man's voice

and tell you whether he lies or tells the truth.

At least it's supposed to when I can get the darn thing to turn on.

Yeah, that... that's the silliest contraption I ever laid eyes on.

Hmm?

Well, it may not look like much,

but I've tested this extensively, and it's close to 70% accurate.

At least, like, 90% of the time.

- Ah! - Yep, enough. Time to go.

What? No. No, no, no. Please, Mr. Bass.

I can't go back without my uncle.

He's all I had since my parents... since my parents...

All this carrying on ain't gonna get you nowhere with me, little missy.

Argh!

Well, then I might as well speak plainly, Mr. Bass.

You can deny me your company and your protection,

but you cannot deny me my God-given right to look for my uncle on my own.

I am almost 15 years old.

You can't send me home.

And furthermore, I won't go home until I know my uncle is safe.

So, you can go on and leave me behind if you want.

But I'll still be out here, alone, all by myself, doing my best,

and there's absolutely nothing you or anybody else can do about it.

Hey!

What? No. No, no, no, no.

No, Mr. Bass, please.

You have to take me with you. You just have to.

Listen now, I can't afford no distractions.

Not on this job.

I got too much riding on it.

Best chance you have of seeing your uncle again

is if you leave me to my work.

Mmm.

That's for her passage. Oh, and the door.

Huh.

Mmm, you ain't found Bully yet.

I gave you a head start.

I was waiting on you. No fun beating you easy.

Lighthorse. Sheriff over all the five civilized tribes.

You all can get back to your cheating and lying

as soon as you point me towards a fella named Bully Shaw.

Huh?

Mmm.

Nuh-uh.

Shoes.

No dragging your cow patties through here.

We run a clean house.

Shoes.

Hmm?

Now then, sugar.

What's your pleasure?

Oh, well, I'm... ...flattered, ladies.

But I'm married.

Fool, everybody in here is married.

And my husband don't like me coming home empty-handed.

So, how about it?

I'm actually, uh, just looking for information.

Any of you ladies ever service a fella named Bully Shaw?

Hmm?

Hmm.

Mmm. Shit.

Having some trouble there, Horse?

No.

Why do you ask?

No reason.

Okay. Maybe a little trouble.

Don't. Not unless they draw first.

We need them for questioning.

Not all of 'em.

Hmm?

No.

Don't suppose we can postpone a bit till I recover my boots?

Guess not.

That was a bit unruly.

Could use a good sheriff, if you ask me.

Position's taken.

But we're looking for deputies that can actually throw a decent punch.

Know any?

Huh?

Mister! Mister! You've gotta let me out!

No, ma'am. I deliver all my charges to their destination.

Besides, that man already done paid me handsomely for your passage.

And for that door.

Then, I'm sorry, mister. But I'm sure he'll also compensate you for the window.

Huh? Window? What wind--

Sorry, sir.

I've got to warn my friends.

I'll be goddamned.

Would have been easier if you used that fancy arm of yours.

Would have been more easier if I had shoes.

I don't see Bully.

Hm?

And you never will!

You wanna explain to me why you're beating up members of our gang?

Happy to. But, uh, can I put my boots back on first?

You won't need 'em.

What? What? What in damnation?

Uh, hi. I came back.

Dana! Get out of here, girl! You're gonna get killed!

I don't think there's much chance of that, sir.

Thanks to this paste gun, I'm sure,

well, pretty sure, that their guns won't fire now.

It worked!

Oh! See?

Now they're totally disarmed.

I try

Ay, Rail?

I try to be a righteous man...

You... You slaughtered those men!

To rescue you!

You didn't have to kill them!

Crazy girl. Knew I should have took you back myself when I had the chance.

I try to be a righteous man

Talk to the Lord most every day...

All that for a pair of boots?

I ain't dying barefoot.

Let's aim for not dying at all.

See a way out?

Nope.

On the bright side, they've got a dozen ways in. Hmm.

Mmm.

Then why are they all running?

You hear that?

Well, if I say no, will you back me up?

Look out!

You've been asking about me?

Bully Shaw!

You murdered Teata of the Chickasaw people.

A mother.

A daughter.

A leader.

Did I?

I don't rightly remember.

Well, can't have you kicking up a bunch of fuss about it, so...

Die!

5.56, call me Freddy Ruger

Actin' nuts, I left that boy neutered

My bitch got a blick, she's no heroine

Ay, she's no heroine...

Brace yourself, girl!

Huh?

Okay, keep your head, girl. Keep your head.

It's like Uncle Eugene always says.

There's gotta be a better way, right? You're... You're an engineer.

Aspiring engineer. And that's...

That's... That's a machine. So there's gotta be a way to...

Gotcha!

Mr. Bass!

Busy!

I've found his weakness.

The steam engine on his back!

It's his power source!

I don't know what that means!

Shoot him in the back!

It's been a hoot, fellas, but playtime is over.

I'm gonna bait him. You circle around.

No, stop fooling around, Horse.

Listen to me. This is my town. My people.

I'm not letting him do this.

You circle around. I'm standing my ground here.

Horse.

Just don't miss.

Hmm.

Hey, buckethead!

Come and get it!

Having some trouble there, Bully?

No. Why you ask?

No reason.

Come on, it's been two hours!

Let me out!

I have to go to the bathroom.

Don't mind us. Go ahead and do your business.

You're not getting out of there until you talk.

Fine! Anything! Just let me out!

Don't lie, or my Veriphone will find you out!

You seen this fella?

Sure! I know him.

Eugene Starr.

I saw him not two days ago, headed for that mining town out east.

Why didn't you say you were looking for the scientist in the first place?

I know where he went.

This guy's lying.

Are you sure?

Positive. I've seen your Eugene.

- Huh? - He looked hurt.

Some not-so-friendly types were escorting him towards Stillwater.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Hmm?

Sure you don't mind giving me the collar? Your shot dropped him.

You earned it.

Besides, I got what I needed. Thanks for the intel.

Don't die.

Haven't yet.

Sir, why didn't you tell him about Uncle Eugene from the start?

That's none of your concern. You worry about that stagecoach home.

Listen, you should never tell a man more than you need to.

For their safety and yours.

What you did back there was brave, but it was foolhardy.

You was nearly killed.

Now, what if I find your uncle

only to bring him back to town to find you dead?

If you won't go home for your own sake or mine, do it for him.

Now let me take you back to that stagecoach. Hmm.

Hmm?

Hey! Where are we going?

You said you were taking me to Chickasaw Country.

But we're headed--

Hmm?

Hmm?

Mr. Shaw has returned to us from the void.

Unfortunate timing, I must say.

Do hold still.

You do not want me making a mistake with this instrument, I promise you that.

Speaking of mistakes,

I believe I told you that you were not even

to open the contraband I entrusted you to deliver to me.

So imagine my surprise when I learned you had not only done so,

but had constructed yourself a suit of armor with my property.

Hush those tears, Bully.

I can sympathize with that burning curiosity you must have felt,

wanting so badly to peek inside, but being told you can't.

That's what drove me to science, you see.

I always wanted to know what went on inside human bodies.

And now I know.

Doctor,

if you will proceed...

This isn't right.

If we don't let him heal before we start the graft, he could die.

I didn't bring you back from the bottom of that cliff

so that I could be subject to your opinion, Dr. Starr.

Do you know this colored marshal?

I steered him off the path. He won't be a problem.

You're right, he won't.

Because if we're going to continue our work together,

if I'm going to be able to deliver what I promised for your people,

I need you to kill Bass Reeves.

Gladly.