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Jesus goddamn Christ.

Where'd they all come from?

I didn't expect a rehash of Lawrence, Kansas

in this godforsaken hellhole.

Keep your voice down.

We need a plan to get the hell out of here.

Don't crowd me, I'm thinking.

Yeah, well that's a comfort.

Should've done more thinking before we accepted this job.

You couldn't know what we're up against out there.

Spent a lifetime being careful.

Now we're in this.

Let's hope the horses are still tied

behind the express office.

I do find it funny, though,

that we're holed up in the sheriff's office.

Ironic.

Huh?

I said ironic.

What's that?

A state of affairs or an event

that's contrary to what one normally expects.

Are you shoving your book learning in my face again?

Sure as hell never thought I'd be this age,

and caught up in a hornet's nest like this.

Playing cards bores me, stranger.

It's been three months since I seen you,

and you can't think of anything better to do

than flipping cards?

Hey.

- I see how you like it. - Mm-hm.

I told you that I'll make time for anything you want.

That's what you said last night.

Then you and your buddy lit out of here

like a bunch of sinners getting out of a church.

Well that was business, Belle.

You two gonna get busy?

Steamboat's a'coming.

Don't leave me when this long stretch is coming.

Believe me, if I had my way, I'd never leave this room.

I'd just have the house send up my meals

and my whiskey three times a day.

Oh, don't hand me that, Dev.

You would be restless after two hours.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really lonely.

Like in my favorite poem.

You know, I spent a lifetime running

after almost everything.

You did stop for a while once.

I've been trying to live that down ever since.

Your mistake was that it wasn't with me.

Probably.

Probably?

Undoubtedly.

You know, you two fellas

should buy the tack and feed store from Mills.

He's 87, he's been trying to sell it for eight years.

I know you boys have the capital.

Well that's where you got it wrong, honey pie.

We spent the last job's take on them army rifles

for them Mexicans.

How in the hell do you talk me into these things?

Whiskey.

No, serious, damn it.

How in the hell do you talk me into these things?

Look, we got the map, mean place to set.

Come in the from the west.

It's the Mexican Army, for Christ's sake.

Yeah, the officers.

The idea is sound.

Oh, whoa.

That's a lot of rifle for this job, don't you think?

Well we might need this Sharps.

We're not hunting buffalo.

How many times did you almost get me killed?

You're keeping count?

How was we to know those goddamn Mexicans

weren't gonna pay us?

We barely got out of there with our lives.

You should've done what Dev suggested.

Taken me and Etta to New Orleans.

You could've bought me a new hat.

Well don't worry, sugar.

This new job's gonna set us in tall cotton.

Oh, that reminds me.

This came for you about an hour ago.

Oh.

Goddamn, it's from McDonald.

I gotta tell Dev.

Hey.

We just got the telegram from McDonald.

Jesus, do you always barge in on a room with a shut door?

I knocked, gave you warning,

so as Etta could get decent.

What did the message say?

He's ready for us.

We're supposed to meet him at the mining base camp tomorrow.

Well, I guess this is goodbye to you fellas again.

Hell, Dev, you just got here.

Look, why don't you go tell Ethan to get the mounts ready?

I'll be down in an hour or so.

Sure, but we best get a move on.

I hear he's not the kind of guy that takes to tardiness.

You can go say a proper farewell to Belle.

Not like usual, okay?

Sure, sure thing, Dev.

Besides, that son of a bitch can wait.

Right, and then I'll go down

and tell Ethan to get the mounts.

Right.

Now why don't you start by getting the hell out of here?

Sure, sure.

So long, Etta.

Until next time, Jonas.

I swear, you two could not exist without each other.

You may be right about that.

Say, why don't you ever take me

on one of your little outings?

What the hell would you do?

Oh, you're right.

You're always right.

Christ.

Now before you leave,

why don't you tell me how wonderful I am?

Oh I'll do more than that.

Mr. McDonald, Mr. McDonald!

Mr. McDonald!

Riders coming!

You sure about this?

It'll be easy pickings, Dev.

Just like taking candy from a baby.

So you say.

Okay, let's go.

Gentlemen, I've been expecting you.

We may discuss all issues here in confidence.

Let's get to it.

Right down to business, I can appreciate that.

Time is a precious commodity.

My name is McDonald.

I operate the mining interests in this area.

Your colleague in Santa Fe extolled the virtues

of your professionalism, and even went so far

as to speak glowingly of your discretion in such matters.

Myra, say hello to Dev and Jonas.

Hello, boys.

I hope you're enjoying our salubrious climate.

What's salubrious?

My goodness, Mac, they certainly are handsome gentlemen.

Say adios, Myra, I'll see you upstairs later.

Au revoir, boys.

I found her on a Galveston riverboat.

As I was saying.

Not everyone can appreciate the legality

of my approach to this particular problem.

Well, we kinda operate on the outside of recognized law.

Easy.

I cast no judgment out here in this territory.

Now if this were Chicago or St. Louis,

that might be a different story, but out here,

out here in this godforsaken land,

sometimes a man's gotta go to extremes

to protect what's his.

Do you gentlemen disagree?

Well I thought not.

After all, a buck's a buck, right?

Well now that we've dispensed with any moral question,

either of gentlemen familiar with the town of Guilt Ridge?

Sure.

Isn't that where they had that cholera outbreak

a year back?

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

The whole town was decimated.

Those that weren't stricken with that filth just moved out,

and the place is practically a ghost town now.

So why send us to a graveyard?

There's only one business that's maintained a presence

in that hellhole.

Either of you boys familiar

with the express and payroll office there?

Well, it's run by the Tinrock Mining Company

out of Tucumcari.

They kept it functioning, as it's the nearest waylay station

between there and the narrow gauge rails

that service the mines in that area.

They have something that belongs to me.

What?

Two years ago I was swindled out of a mining concession

by those bastards.

My stake was valued at $50,000.

I want my money back.

Well why don't you just telegraph one of your lawyers

to do the job?

You boys do not read me.

I want what's mine, and I've got no faith

in this territorial court system.

Hell, that son of a bitch at the Tinrock Mining Company

just as soon see me shot out of hand

by one of his regulators.

What kind of job is this?

Well, boy, it's like this.

Recently I've become privy to the scheduling

for all the currency and gold shipments

in this whole territory.

Now in two weeks, there's to be a shipment

of $60,000 to cover expenses for equipment

and payroll for six of the mines in that area.

Your job is to go into that office

and relieve them of all of it,

using any means at your discretion, naturally.

We just walk in there?

Mm-hm, yeah.

The town being what it is, there's hardly a soul to be met.

Hell, the sheriff and the marshal

were transferred out of there months ago.

Nah, at best you might encounter a couple

of the traveling guards that protect the money,

except that, nah, nobody wants to go near that place

because of the epidemic,

so in this particular case, fear can be your ally.

You said there was $60,000 going through that office,

but you're only looking for $50,000.

You plan on keeping the extra 10 for yourself?

No, I had intended for you boys

to split that as your fee.

So let me get this straight.

We walk in there, take the money off of them guards

using whatever means necessary,

and we bring you back the 50,000, and we clear 5,000 each?

Yeah, that's about the size of it.

Gentlemen, it'll be a cake walk.

Just get in there, get my money back, and get out

before humanity returns to the fair town of Guilt Ridge.

The idea's sound.

Why us?

Because I am not a highwayman, I'm a businessman.

Now might I assume from the blank looks on your faces

that we have an agreement?

Hm?

Well, excellent.

And with that, what's left to say,

other than god's speed, and, hey.

Why not have a cognac to seal the deal?

Now why don't you just get the hell out of here?

Well this is a rare sight.

Can I interest you in a hoe or a box of nails?

Oh come on, Rose, you know I hire all that work out.

I will, however, have a pound of your coffee, please.

Must be real nice being a polite lady of society.

I'm not trying to be demeaning, Rose.

Nah, I get it.

Sure wish I had a big strong man at my beck and call.

Please.

Sorry, Etta, I don't mean nothing by it.

Dev's gone anyway.

He and Jonas took off on one of their coon hunts,

and so now I'm all by my lonesome.

Well where are they off to now?

I don't know.

Something about a mining guy named McDonald.

Yeah, meeting him just south of here

at one of his base camps,

and the boys have been real secretive about it.

And they said they're gonna be gone for two weeks this time.

Well hell, that leaves you a wide open window

to raise hell with that fresh little tart

Jonas takes a fancy to.

Two good-looking dames with money and freedom.

Stop it, Rosie.

I don't mind telling you that I'm mighty worried

about something this time.

What?

I don't know, it's just an intuition,

like they're stepping into something

too big for them to handle.

You know, when I was a young girl,

my daddy moved me out to this country.

He had a job with Grenville Dodge.

They were building the Central Pacific Railroad.

Etta.

Do you love Dev?

When I was a young girl in those railroad camps,

I dreamed of owning a fine home in Boston.

Lace curtains and crystal chandeliers.

Do you love Dev, damn it?

Yes.

But I don't love his ideas,

which are Jonas's ideas.

And damn, if he ain't loyal to that old dog.

Didn't Jonas save his life or something?

Supposedly.

The most important thing is that I know he loves me.

And lord knows I've set out to leave him more than once.

Did you say those boys are meeting up

with someone named McDonald?

That's right.

What is it, Rosie?

Well, last night, I was at the White Elephant,

and while I was sipping my tequila,

I heard a conversation at the next table.

These three fellas all wearing suits

kept mentioning that name.

- What name? - McDonald.

Three real highbrow citified types.

They kept talking about this McDonald

getting the surprise of his life.

So...

Like they was setting up an ambush or something.

Oh god, Rosie.

Do you think...

Let's check it out.

You think McDonald has this thing clocked?

Sure.

Hell, easy, he's a smart bastard.

Get high toned.

Don't mind telling you I'm still sore as hell

about that Mexican rifle job.

Never should've trusted those officers.

Well how was I to know they was gonna come up short, Dev?

Short?

Those bastards never figured on paying us at all.

But they gave us their word.

Yeah, a fat lot of good that did us.

I remember in General Miles' regiment, those two officers.

Yeah, loaded with hot air, full of liquid courage,

just couldn't wait to read their names in the dispatches.

I'm telling you, Jonas, they're all the same,

it doesn't matter what army.

Well don't be a gooseberry about it, Dev.

We'll recoup our losses on this job tenfold,

and then it's off to Galveston and the gals.

I wish I was in a warm porcelain tub with Etta right now.

You'd just be,

well, what's the word, I don't know how you'd say it.

You'd just be there doing nothing,

'cause you're in the tub with Etta, doing nothing.

What's that called?

Ennui.

Huh?

You're talking about ennui.

- What's that? - Forget it.

Well we've had some good scores, too.

Sure.

I mean it.

When they throw me in that pine box, I won't regret a thing.

It's a good life.

Well, a man's life does not belong to himself.

I remember that bastard we met up with,

right after we mustered out of the ninth.

Yeah, who was that?

You know, that peckerwood that owned all them riverboats.

- Mississippi? - Yeah.

Sure, when you had that great idea for a pig farm.

Jesus Christ.

The idea was sound.

Uh-huh.

Well we made some money off of that fella anyways.

Yep.

Recall he had a complete library of Samuel Johnson.

I never figured him for being a double dealer and a snake.

Yeah, I hear tell he came out here west

and got into the mining business,

just like that dear friend McDonald.

Well he had some peculiar ways,

most of which weren't exactly legal.

We did what we had to do.

The bastard sent us into an ambush.

To him, we were expendable.

You think he knew?

Yeah, probably.

Well, still, we got him his silver.

Yeah.

Took quite a hunk of it for ourselves.

That was our first stake.

I'd like to think we taught that fella a lesson.

Hey, remember riding back

with the canteens all shot to hell,

with a pebble in my mouth for spit.

You taught me that.

Well a man can only die when he's careless.

Yeah, still.

I'd like to meet up with that rounder.

10 years, let it go.

I recall being chased by those inbred Cajuns of his,

like they was a bunch of screaming coyotes.

Yep, bastard sure sent us into harm's way.

Still, I wasn't worried.

Why?

You were there.

Yeah, we do tend to get ourselves out of these scrapes.

Yep.

Still, I'd like to settle up with that peckerwood.

Tell you what, I'll shoot him for you.

Now mount up, let's get the hell out of here.

All right then.

I don't know about this, leaving the horses back here.

It's out of sight, it's sound.

I don't know.

It's gonna be a cake walk.

Cake walk.

Cake walk.

Reach.

Don't even think about being heroes.

Tie them up.

Now don't make me beat one of you bastards senseless.

Now boys, where are those bags?

You fellas are in a bad box,

'cause I got me an itchy trigger finger.

Cake walk.

Well let's not start celebrating just yet.

This town makes me nervous.

There's no one here.

Exactly.

What an idea, leaving the horses out of sight.

My idea was sound.

I bet you're getting angry right about now.

That don't even capture the spirit of the thing.

Never thought I'd be this age,

and caught up in a hornet's nest like this.

Next time something sounds too good to be true,

you talk me out of it.

Who are those regulators, do you think?

I don't rightly know.

Maybe they knew McDonald was gonna hit this payroll.

Yeah, we'll get out of this, you'll see.

In no time at all, we'll be back with Etta and Belle

with enough loot to raise hell in Santa Fe.

You know, Belle says old Moe's about ready

to sell the tack and feed, we could make him an offer.

That's just what I need, something to tie me down again.

I already had that life once before,

and I ain't cut out for it.

You remember the hardware store?

Come on, come on, Dev.

Winnie was a good woman for you in those days.

If you would've just stuck.

I spent too long with you and General Miles,

chasing hopped-up Sioux to settle for a life

of selling nails and pans to those stiff-necked Mormons.

Cheapest bastards I ever seen.

Cheat you faster than a snake oil seller

if he wasn't one of them.

Still, I suppose I should be grateful to that church elder

that took a fancy to Winnie.

Solved that problem.

Hear tell he took her to wife on top of his other three.

Maybe she finally got kids

out of that frog-walking son of a bitch.

Anyway, what's wrong with parlaying this score

into a real future?

We've talked about it long enough.

How many years we go back together?

20, maybe more.

Seems like always.

Shit.

Problem is, your ideas never seem to pan out.

'Cause just like with Winnie, you never gave it your all.

My ideas was sound.

Yeah.

Like those two rope drummer jobs you got us in Holdenville.

- They was hard to come by. - Yeah, so was the supplier,

was drunk in Abilene all the time.

- Well at least... - Jesus Christ.

I tried, which is more than I can say

for the likes of you.

Well, I kinda got my mind

on other things now, Jonas.

I'm just thinking positive, you golden bastard.

If I could get you off memory lane for one minute,

I think I just realized something.

Yeah?

Those fellas saw us walk

past the boarding house, right?

Right.

Well, we came in from the south of town.

They probably don't know that we got Tops

and Bristol tied up in the back.

They probably don't even know it's only two of us.

Hell, they never went in and untied those guards.

Now who's the pipe dreamer?

What I'm saying is, if we could get to the horses,

we could get to the wash north of town.

Then that puts us in the hills.

And?

Well, I figure there's a dozen or more of those fellas,

if I counted their rifles correctly.

And two of us stand a better chance

of skedaddling up that mountain than a dozen or so?

Precisely.

Could work.

Come on.

You were always a glass half full guy.

Besides, our options are somewhat limited right now.

I told you years ago, when you pointed me in the direction

of them screaming Lakotas, I'd follow you into hell

unless you say different.

We'll split up when we get to the ridge.

After the fork, the roads run parallel.

I'll see you in McDonald's, come hell or high water.

No matter what happens, one or the other rides on.

At least one of us makes it.

Let's go.

Yoo-hoo.

Dev.

Shit.

Son of a bitch.

Dev.

I'm sore as hell at you.

- My idea was... - I don't wanna hear it!

Let's get the hell out of here.

Yellow bastard.

Don't move.

Drop it.

Where's your partner?

You said this was to be a cake walk.

Last time I saw that many rifles,

they was in the hands of Comancheros.

Well just take it easy.

Lower your weapon.

Surely you boys know the risks involved in your vocation.

I just pull the strings.

Dev was my friend, god damn it.

I'm gonna put a bullet right in your brain pan

right the hell now.

Prepare to meet your maker.

My demise may not come from your gun, my friend.

Well I'm gonna guess that you boys ran

into the Tinrock regulators.

Now just how do you know that?

Why don't you just turn around and take a look?

Apparently they followed you all the way back.

You think I'm gonna fall for that?

I ain't your puppet, Mr. McDonald.

I assure you, this is no trick.

Your carelessness has led them right back here to us.

Well shit.

You know those boys would just as soon

see me eliminated as you.

Unfortunately for both of us, I dispatched my own guards

to deliver our latest strike,

so it's just you and me,

and our best chance is an alliance.

I make it a policy never to be more

than just a few steps away from a Henry.

I hope to god you're proficient with a rifle.

All right, you'll find an array of rifles over there

and some cartridges over there.

Just grab yourself one.

Ah, those sneaky bastards will think I'm probably holed up

over there in the rooming houses.

What about your guards?

When are they due back?

I don't know, maybe tomorrow.

Depends on the road conditions.

Those regulators, I'm sure, got it all figured out,

we're all alone.

That's not exactly reassuring.

My friend, one must revel in self-confidence

when staring down adversity.

Yeah, well let's see how them $10 words

get you out of this.

What's to keep me from plugging you right here and now?

I don't have anything to lose.

You won't.

You need me, I need you.

Expediency is the watchword of the moment.

And more importantly, you don't strike me as the kind of man

who'd just wanna roll over and die

without putting up some kind of a fight.

Where'd them peckerwoods go?

You think they rode off?

I think they're over there

looking around in my rooming house.

They wouldn't suspect us coming out here

so close to the mines.

Why?

Well, the dynamite.

Huh?

This is where we store all the dynamite.

Shit, you mean they could blow us up?

Not without detonators.

Oh, I suppose a stray bullet could hit a barrel,

but if they wander out this way, I'm sure they'll,

they'll see that, and they'll take caution.

Yeah, we're probably gonna get

our asses blown off.

A calculated risk.

One should always take refuge

in the zone of the most danger.

It throws your opponent off.

You never think about being a poker player?

I was.

I was 13 years old.

Made a pretty good penny of it, too, on the riverboats,

but that was back before the war.

I don't know how them fellas followed me,

there was nobody up on that ridge.

The army cut a new bypass

through that canyon two months ago,

and I bet you didn't know that.

I didn't.

We didn't.

You boys should've done more research before you set out.

Listen here, you son of a...

Holy hell, I forgot about Myra.

Well, looky what we have here.

Oh shit.

You never stood a chance.

Wow, she can take care of herself.

Have you come to terms with your life

in the event that it should end suddenly?

Huh?

Well I think I can answer for all I've ever done.

When I was a little boy, they sent me to live with my uncle

on his farm in Kentucky.

God, he was a miserable old cuss.

He used to beat his field hands for no reason.

But I learned, I learned from that moment

that I needed to be the man that pulled the string.

So when I was 10 years old, ran away and never looked back.

Taught myself how to read and write

with the help of a house servant negro.

Cotton farm, he hid me out in the slave quarters

on a nearby plantation.

Good old Silas.

You know what he used to tell me?

He used to swear

that he was a grandson of,

get it.

He used to swear he was a grandson

of Tom Jefferson's housemaid.

Can you believe that?

How'd you get all this?

Resourcefulness, moxie.

Laughing at fear.

I just did what I had to do to make sure

I never had to go back behind a plow and a mule.

- Not that there's anything... - Yeah.

You made a lot of money, didn't you, Mr. McDonald?

You may be a great man.

Seems you're no different than Dev and me.

Don't you think all great men bend the rules

to suit their needs?

Now I have never openly broken the law,

but there's been times when I needed to circumvent it.

Laws can be so subjective.

Yeah, yeah, you're rich, I'll give you that.

Yeah, yeah, I guess you could say that,

but you know what's stuck in the craw

of most of the men out in this territory?

It's when they discovered I'd been sending blankets

and supplies to Geronimo's band.

That thieving renegade?

The army even chased him down to Mexico,

why the hell you do that?

Now that is exactly the same attitude

that General Crook had towards me.

These people have a right to their lands.

We're the ones that have created this situation.

Yeah, well, they're thieving, murdering, raping thugs.

Depends on how you look at it.

Hey, hey, hang on.

I think I saw something move out there.

Just hang on, hang on.

All right.

All right, just wait 'till I give the signal,

and then we'll open fire.

Right now.

Well, if they didn't know where we were before,

they sure as hell know now.

Hell, I got two of them.

Yes, you did, indeed.

Remind me to present you with a handful of Henry Clay cigars

when we get out of this mess.

Listen, I just saw two of those J-hots go over there

by the assay office.

I'm gonna have to go out on the porch

to draw a good bead on them.

Yeah, supposing you get shot?

Well then you're on your own.

That crazy son of a bitch is gonna get himself killed

one of these days.

Thank god for me.

Gentlemen, kiss your asses goodbye.

I'm out.

Shit fire!

I about thought you weren't gonna make it

and I'd have to shoot them all myself.

Had you figured for dead, my friend.

Why in the hell would you think that?

'Cause I saw you shot off this horse.

There's the scratch.

Bastards just winged me.

Kinda knocked the wind out of me, though.

What the hell were you playing at out there?

Last looks, you was laying on the ground.

You remember that hostage trade with Cochise

when you played dead?

- Yeah. - Yeah, same idea.

I just wanted to get some distance

between those bastards and me.

Then I'd come in from behind, like deus ex machina.

Huh?

It's a Greek thing.

Oh, yeah.

Mighty grateful for your timing.

You know, the boss of these regulator boys

is gonna be mighty fired up at you.

My problem.

Now, about our fee.

Who the hell is that?

Well I'll be damned.

I might've figured.

One day, you and I are gonna kill each other, McDonald.

Yeah.

The world will little mourn the loss.

Oh, looks like we lightened up

your payroll obligations some.

Yep.

Cost of doing business, Mac.

Just a damn minute.

Don't I know the two of you?

You be Bo Huntington out of Mississippi, right?

Dev, it's that son of a bitch from the riverboat job.

He's older, but it's him!

There.

Ah, you two don't look any prettier

after all these years, either.

Had I known you were involved in this,

I might've expected an ambush.

So you boys are all acquainted with each other?

- Bastard! - Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Had the bad sense of hiring these two

when they mustered out of the military, Mac.

They was flies in the buttermilk even back then.

So the competition continues between the Tinrock

and the McDonald mining companies.

Now it's three against one,

unless you got any men left hiding over that ridge.

Nah, you cleaned me out today, Mac.

So, now what?

Well, I have a great sense of timing,

especially when it concerns the right time to ride off.

Maybe one day we will kill each other,

you goat-dancing bastard.

Possible.

I think we both got a heap of living left,

you old son of a bitch.

So to you boys, I say goodbye.

Come on.

I should've shot that son of a bitch.

Uh-huh.

Well, meet me over at the assay office

and we'll divvy up.

I do believe you boys are due some sort of bonus.

I'll see you over there.

And hey, maybe we'll drink us some of that cognac again.

Yeah, I prefer tequila.

Hey Jonas, I got an idea.

What?

Let's grab that drink, get our money.

And?

And let's get the hell out of here,

and go back to Belle and Etta.

Now that is a sound idea, Dev.

We can all four of us go down to Galveston,

maybe New Orleans.

Didn't you say that Belle needs a new hat?

That I did.

Let's go.

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