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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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