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Whoa, whoa!

Oh!

Ma, Mr. gunderson's coming!

He must have a letter, I bet!

It's from your father.

I can feel it, it must be.

He's coming home.

Mrs. eriksson, children,

you got a letter here.

Oh god,
please let it be from Earl.

It has to be.

He's just got to come home,
he has to.

I can't live like this anymore.

Dear Mrs. eriksson.

This is hortense greely

writing from greely's outpost,

40 miles outside fort Collins,
Colorado.

It's not from your father.

Oh.

You
wrote to sheriff Jackson there

asking about your husband,
lucky eriksson.

We seen him last before he set
out for his gold mine.

But that was nearly
three months ago

Ana we ain't seen him since.

That mine of his is
located right in the middle

of hostile Indian territory,

just where the Cheyenne
and the Pawnee Indians

are fighting a war.

Well mind you,
I ain't saying for sure

that anything's happened
to him, Mrs. eriksson,

but it don't look good to me.

I'm real sorry.

Yours truly, hortense greely.

Greely's trading post.

They said that

they haven't seen
him for three months

and that he's missing.

And he might be dead.

He's not dead.

Not lucky.

They don't call him
that for no reason.

I'll have to go and get him.

Now how are you
going to do that?

I don't know, Mr. gunderson,

I'll have to go there,
I suppose.

With those wild Indians, ma?

Wow, Indian ma, honest?

For goodness sake, Mrs.
Eriksson, you can't do that.

You=- you're a woman.

Oh, I can't now, can I, Mr.
Gunderson? You just watch me.

It is time that Earl
come home and stay home.

He made a promise to me
and it's time that he keep it.

I am a patient woman,
Mr. gunderson.

But my Patience has run out.

But going into hostile
Indian territory all alone?

I'm sorry to tell you, ma'am,

that's just plain old crazy.

Besides, who'll take
care of your young 'uns?

My dear friend hella bergdahl
will look after the children

if indeed that is of your
concern, Mr. gunderson.

You'll excuse me, Mrs. eriksson.

I certainly don't
mean to intrude.

But you know,
it's over 400 miles

to fort Collins, Colorado.

That far, is it?

Yes, ma'am.

Then I best get started.

You'll just have to excuse me

one more time, Mrs. eriksson.

But even if you do
find your husband,

do you think you're
honestly going to get

Earl “lucky” eriksson
to settle down

and tend a farm?

He married me, didn't he?

He has two children
and a farm, doesn't he?

Why would he do that
if he didn't intend

to come home and stay?

[Somber musicl

I don't know, ma'am.

Mr. gunderson,
I pray day and night

that my husband come home.

And now god wants me to
go and bring him home.

And then he'll stay.

Wow, Indians, ma, honest?

Hurry, they re coming!

Hello!

You remember what I said.

Don't you give Mrs. bergdahl
any trouble now, you hear?

- Yeah, ma.
- Yeah, ma.

Okay now.

I'll be back before you know it.

Be careful, ma, please.

Don't you worry, dear, I will.

Alice. Are you sure about this?

Honestly, hella.

If I don't go,
I don't know who will.

Alice, honey, he ain't worth it.

That man is trash.

I don't care.

I have to go find him.

After all,
he's my husband, isn't he?

Bye.

Okay, let's go.

Well, if it ain't cute
little Alice eriksson.

Mr. sjostrom, please.

Going off after your man, eh?

He sure ain't been
around in a while.

Where has he been?
Digging for gold?

Or digging for gold diggers?

Or his gold diggers
digging for him, I wonder.

I'd like five pounds of flour,
five pounds of corn

and five pounds of beans,
if you please.

Nah.

What you need is a gun.

1 got here this brand
new Colt frontier .45.

- That's what you need.
- I do not need a gun, Mr. sjostrom.

=I need beans. She needs beans.

Yeah, beans enough not
to marry lucky eriksson

which she clearly ain't got.

You can buy a pound of beans...

Out it sure ain't going
to make you smart.

No, ain't going
to make you smart.

But it'll sure make you fart.

That's for sure.

I'm telling you, little girl,

what you need is a gun.

A big gun, like this un.

You could kill a moose with it

or a bear!

Mr. sjostrom,
I do not need a gun!

Yeah, just beans.

God dammit all, I've had enough!

Just shut up already, will ya?

Give me my goddamn flour,
beans and corn,

you drunken old coot!

Yes, ma'am! Lord god in heaven.

Kill a moose, that's rich.

Pff.

I ain't got no paper on you.

So just disappear quick-like,
you hear?

Yes, sir.

Go ahead and try, if you like.

That's if you want to end up
dead like your chums here.

Jumping Jesus Christ!

You killed them all!

Why didn't you kill me?

Them fellas is wanted
dead or alive.

Youre just wanted alive, so,

alive"s how I'm bringing you in.

But don't upset me, understand?

'Cause you ain't worth that
much to me dead or alive.

Now get your ass moving,
you stupid piece of shit!

Tie up your friends
body on their horses,

go on, come on!

Why did I get a man
that won't stay put?

Other women can keep
their men at home,

why can't I?

What did I do wrong?

Everybody used to say
that I was pretty

put that did me no good at all.

No, no!

I may not be pretty
anymore but I am strong!

Really strong, goddamn strong.

I've had two babies.

I can cook.

I can churn butter,
il can milk a cow.

I can tear a goddamn chicken's
head off with my hands.

And I can plow a field too.

I can do so many damn things,

I just can't hold on to a man.

- Ooh!
- Ooh. Good day to you, ma'am.

What?

It's a lovely day.

It's the best day of my
whole damn life so far.

Who knows what's
going to happen next,

maybe a building
will fall on my head.

- I'here's no buildings out here.
- Ya, no building.

Well, things are looking up.

I you need help? With what?

The wagon! The wheel's broken.

Oh, that, right.

Nope. I'm just going
to sit here for a spell

and think about things.

What things?

Don't know.

Okay, well.

We'll help anyway. =mm-hmm.

Thank you.

That would be very kind of you.

[Ominous musicl

- What the...
- Oh my goodness. Oh.

Oh, Jesus!

That's terrible.

Oh, what a terrible sight.

That looks horrible.

Whoa.

You sure don't waste much time,

do you, Cole?

The longer I wait,
the further they get,

the further I got
to haul them in.

Body don't want
to stay in a horse

no more than a dead deer
or a dead bear, guys.

Just keep sliding off no
matter how you tie 'em down.

Yes, sir,
that sure is a big problem.

So come on in
and we'll settle up.

You've got quite
a bit of cash coming.

Ah, the wheel works, ya?

It sure does!

A thousand thanks.

- Pretty girl, ya?
- Ya, but sad and tired maybe.

Yeah, maybe so.

Ah.

Oh, oh.

All right, all right.

Whoa.

- Evening.
- Good evening!

We may be slow but we caught
up with you in the end, huh?

Yes, you did.

Care to share my fire
and campsite with me?

We'd be much obliged.

Ooh, danke.

My pleasure.

Now you say your husband's
in the hostile Indian territory

and youre going to go get him back?
Uh-huh.

By yourself?

Il don't know who
would go with me.

You need a guide, Mrs. eriksson.
Someone who knows the area.

Like that bounty hunter fellow we
heard tell of back in Omaha city.

Peter, you can't trust
someone like that.

Who are you talking about?

His name's Cole.

They say he's the only man
who'll track criminals

into the Indians' land.

They say he's killed 20 men
and brought back 50 more.

But they say
he lives with the Indians

and has an Indian
squaw as a wife.

They say the Indians,
they all fear him.

But a man like that's
what you need.

And you say his name is Cole?

Yeah, that's what they say.

I said,
you do that one more time.

You ready on the ivories there,
maestro?

Anytime you say.

Hey, say, what do you fancy
singing tonight, honeybun?

Oh, let's give 'em
"Frankie and Johnny."

They don't deserve no better.

Yeah, I reckon you're right.
They sure as hell don't.

Hey, just give us
a second to warm up.

It's dang chilly out there.

Do what you got to do,
I ain't going nowhere.

Our money's as good
as anyone else's.

Why won't you look at me?

Come on, darling,
I ain't as ugly as all that.

You're just the prettiest
gal I ever done seen.

Evening, ma am.

Uh, I reckon it's all right.

Bull. That's all it took me!
One shot!

Bullshit. You couldn't make
that shot in a hundred years.

Soldier boy. - Well, at least
I don't shoot like my mama.

Well, greetings, sir.

Me and my partner
here are interested

in purchasing a libation,
if you please.

Just hold your horses there,
African boy.

You better smile when
you say that, white boy.

'Cause I'll put
you in your grave as quick as

any white
motherfucker I've ever met.

You see the notches
on my gun here?

Each one stands
for some white Southern

redneck cracker asshole like you

I sent to meet their maker.

Now do you really think I'd take
shit from the likes of you?

Now get our fucking drinks
and don't dawdle!

- What are you drinking there, soldier?
- Rye.

And leave the bottle.

And make that two mugs
of beer if you please.

Here. For you and your
friend, it's on the house,

for your service to our country.

- I'Hank you kindly, mister.
- Thank you kindly, sir.

Pleasure"s all mine.

Woo!

I did three months
in the wilderness.

No.

[Upbeat musicl

j Frankie and Johnny
were lovers j

j lord knows but how
they could love j;

j swore they'd be
true to each other j

j true as the stars above j

j' he was her man j

j and he was doing her wrong j

j Frankie went
around the corner j

j to get a bucket of beer

j said to the man
called the bartender j

j have you seen my Johnny here j

j he's my man j

j and I loves him so j

j 1 ain't going to tell
you no stories j

j lain't going
to tell you no lies j

j saw your man Johnny
leave about an hour ago &

j with that gal
named Nelly bly »

j but he's your man j

j and he's doing you wrong j

j Frankie went
around to that hop joint j

j brought along
a great big .44 >

j she went inside
and there she spied j

j Johnny on the floor;

j' he was her man j

j and he was doing her wrong j

j turn me over Frankie j

j turn me over siow j

j turn me over on the right
side Frankie j

j why did you shoot so low j

j he was my man j

j and you done me wrong j

j rubber tired coaches j

j rubber tired hacks j

j it's going to take
my man to the graveyard &

j and it's never going
to bring him back j

j he was my man j

j and he's done me wrong j

j bring on your
million policemen j

j bring on your million jails j

j it'nrow the key into
the St. Louis river j

j nobody's going
to know my man j;

j he was my man j

j and he's done me wrong j

Why are you sitting all by your
lonesome old self, big cowboy?

And for that matter,

why don't you buy me a drink,
for goodness sake?

Here you go.

Want some company?

Maybe later.

Well why not now?

'Cause I'm drinking now.

Well how much
you going to drink?

We'll just have to see.

What's a matter, partner?

Don't you like women?

I'm growing not
to like you pretty fast.

You know what your problem is? You
think you're purdy, and you are.

But what you really
are is purdy ugly.

You know, for a couple of bucks

I could change your
thinking in a bunch of ways.

No, you couldn't.

You disgust me.

Just get the fuck out of
here already, all right?

I think maybe you don't
like gals at all.

I think maybe you
like little boys,

is that it?

You're a comedian too.

I do my level best.

And by level, I mean horizontal

- if you take my meaning.
- Do me a big fucking favor

and just get lost, all right?

I know what it is.

Some gal broke your
little cowboy heart.

Am I right or am I right?

All right, that's it,
you're right.

You win.

You want another drink? -
You poor broken-hearted slob.

You probably ain't even got
five bucks for a ride.

Shit, you probably ain't
even got a plug nickel.

I ain't joking, bitch, get lost!

What, hmm?

Is what Lilly says true?

You done flipped
a butt in her face?

I'm talking to you, mister!

What the fuck you want?

I want you to go
say you're sorry

to that pretty little
gal over there.

That fucking bitch?

It's too fucking bad now,
isn't it?

Just remember, you can't
always get what you want.

Are you giving me lip, boy?

Jumping Jesus, can't a man
drink in peace no more?

I'm talking to you, boy.

I'm one of the barsea ranch. And
me and some of the fellas say

you ain't going to flick no
butt in a pretty gal's face

and get away with it!

What do you think of that?

Fuck you.

What?

What would you like?

Would you like me to hurt you

or would you like me
to kill you?

It's up to you, big guy,

go ahead, choose.

What if I choose to kill you?

Then you better choose fast.

That's our buday.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What do you mean?

Stop talking like an asshole.

Yes, sir. Never again.

I've learned my lesson.

I hope you have.

Oh, gee, darling, come on.

Yeah, we hears

there's been some troubles

going on here's or about or so.

Yep.

That's what we hears.

Is that what you hears?

Well...

Yeah.

Who gives a shit?

The sheriff does, that's who.

Bartender.

Another round for
the gentleman here, me and me.

What were you saying?

Sheriff wants to see you.

Really?

Tell him if he wants to see me

ne can come see me.

Now, will everyone just
leave me the fuck alone?

And where's my whiskey?

Let's get a move on there,
Mr. publican. Chop chop!

We'd, uh, we'd say you've
had about enough.

Will you get
out of my business or not?

The sheriff wants
us to bring you in.

Really?

You two?

Why don't you tell your sheriff
to bring me in, how about that?

Well.

He told us to do it, so.

That right? Uh-huh.

Well, go ahead, do it.

How about you?

Fucking tub of lard.

Why don't you take me in?

That's what I thought.

The fuck you all looking at?

Sit the fuck back down,
drink your fucking drinks

and have a good fucking time!

Jesus, shit!

Where's my whiskey?

If I have to ask you
for another drink

one more time,
you will certainly regret it,

my fine feathered friend.

Many thanks, wait, wait. Here.

Keep the change.

Buy yourself a sodie pop

or jelly bellies, whatever.

Emmett.

Well, if it ain't old
sheriff Jackson.

Didn't I just see you?
=sure did.

Now here I am again.

Go take a seat.
Take the load off.

Here. Don't mind if I do.

Gimme a drink.

There's mud in your eye.

You want to come
back to the jail

and sleep that off?

When I'm done drinking, sure.

You going to
drink that whole bottle?

I'm sure as hell going to try.

Okay, then I'll help ya.

Okay.

Ain't you going to arrest him?

Yeah, I'm not even
sure how many crimes

he's gone and committed.

Gentlemen,
go get a drink and relax.

Emmett and me go way back.

This situation is handled.

Well, goddamn, Harry.

That's the nicest goddamn thing

anybody's done for me
all goddamn day.

Many thanks, my friend.

My pleasure, sir.

Gentlemen, haul this
drunken sod out of here.

[Jovial piano musicl

Come on, pretty boy.

Mr. Cole?

Mr. Cole?

Are you an angel?

No.

What are you?

I'm a woman,

and I need your help.

Fuck!

What can I do for a young lady?

Young lady?

I'll have you know
that I am nearly

40 years of age.

- You're kidding.
- Certainly not.

You look good for your age.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure.

Now, Mr. Cole,
my name is Alice eriksson.

And I need you to
help me find my husband.

Husband?

Goddammit, figures.

What figures?

Nothing.

Go on with your story.

- Why me?
- 'Cause everybody I ask

said that you're the best
man for the job.

Yep, I am.

I get a hundred bucks a man.
You got a hundred bucks?

I do, Mr. Cole.

Just.

All right, I'll find him.

Where is he?

Here.

All right, I'll go find him.

We. I'm coming
with you, Mr. Cole.

You can come along as
far as greely's outpost

but I ain't taking you
into Indian territory,

I can tell you that much.

You're damn lucky
I'll go in there.

Well, let's just see about
that when we get there.

- Shall we go?
- All right.

Oh, sheriff Jackson,

is it all right
if Mr. Cole leaves now?

Get him the fuck out of here!

Excuse my French, ma'am.

That is not French, sir.

- Apparently, Mr. Cole, you can leave now.
- Let's get.

- Morning, folks.
- Morning.

What can I do you for?

Well, tell the man
your husband's name.

My husband
is named Earl eriksson

and he has a mining claim
outside greely's trading post.

Yep, lucky's mine.
I'll get the Grant.

You sure knew right where that was.
Well, sure.

- Everybody knows lucky.
- Have you seen him lately?

Can't say that I have.

Used to be he'd come into
town about once a month

and raise holy hell
for a few days

until the sheriff threw
him in the pokey.

Then he'd go back to his mine, but
he ain't been around for a while.

- How long?
- About three months, I'd say.

That's what Mrs. greely's
letter said, three months.

Here it is.

That'll be 50 cents please.

Well, pay the man.

- Much obliged, ma'am.
- My pleasure, sir.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Lucky eriksson's wife, huh.

Let's just hope
she don't find him.

[Ominous musicl

What happened?

Indians.
There were thousands of them.

It was a damn butchery. I ain't
never seen anything like it.

I was the only one
to make it out.

Where did it happen?

Out past greely's outpost.

Those Indians are having a war.

Don't you get cold, Mr. Cole?

- Not really.
- You're like my son, only he's six.

What do you mean? - Sometimes he
goes outside naked in the winter.

- It's good for you.
- Yeah, that's what I hear.

People in Sweden break
holes in the ice

and go swimming in the winter.

Yeah, I've done it.

But it ain't my favorite.

So, where do you
hail from, Mr. Cole?

Independence Missouri, ma'am.

The plumb center of
all these here United States.

How about you?

Red cloud, Nebraska.

- Is that near Omaha?
- No, as a matter of fact, it's not.

It's about 450 miles
southwest of Omaha.

Well, I've been to Omaha.

Really? What did you think?

Well, I met this redheaded
gal there in a saloon.

She was one of the most feisty
fillies I ever done rode.

Uh... is red cloud near Lincoln?

No, it is not. It is 300 miles
southwest of Lincoln.

- Is that near anything?
- Nope.

The only town of any size
at all near red cloud

is Hastings, which is
a hundred miles due north.

It's really not near shit.
Not near what?

Not near anything.

Well, you sure know
your directions.

Yes, Mr. Cole, I do.

How many folks do
you got there in Hastings?

I believe there are
2,500 people there.

And, although a scoundrel,

colonel d.T.
Hastings of the St. Joseph

and grand island railroad
did a service to the town

when he ran the railroad
through Adams county.

That's still a hundred
miles away from red cloud.

Yes.

Sounds like lonesome country.

It's dam-=-

darn lonesome.

You meant damn lonesome,
didn't you?

- No, I did not.
- Yeah, you did, damn lonesome.

You can't swear, can you?

I certainly can,
and any time I want to.

- Well, go ahead, show me.
- Okay.

Uh...

- Dang.
- That's it, dang?

Holy moley.

Are you a married man, Mr. Cole?

I was. -
Did your wife pass away?

Nah, she left me
for another fella.

A friend of mine,
if you want to know the truth.

I take it you're
not friends anymore.

Nah.

Not with either of 'em.

But that was way back
in independence,

and that was a long way away,
a long time ago.

Do you ever
get lonesome, Mr. Cole?

Sometimes. How about you?

Sometimes.

No, often.

Yeah, well, actually, me too.

I try and work as much as I can.

Keeps my mind off of things.

Me too.

I work my fingers to the bone

dawn to dusk everyday,
seven days a week.

And it helps too.

Yeah, but you don't kill
people for a living.

That's right, I forgot.

I never do.

How long ago did this
husband of yours skedaddle?

When our boy Alex was born

and he is six years old.

I have a girl too,
she's ten years old.

Her name's Willa
after my grandma.

So he don't even
know his own son?

No.

You, pardon my French,
ma'am, but

that husband of yours is a
lowdown, no good, dirty varmint

as far as I can reckon.

Well, maybe lucky's
tired of running around

and he is ready to settie down.

Yeah, could be.

Have you any kids, Mr. Cole?

- No.
- Why not?

Just never got around to it,
I suppose.

But if I had me a boy,
I wouldn't leave him.

I'd take him with me
everywhere I go.

To help you kill people?

Now, 100k,
I went and forgot about it,

but no, I wouldn't do that.

- I'd get another job.
- And what might that be?

Wwhy, I'd be a singer. Hmm.

Ah, you didn't know I had
a purdy singing voice?

Do.

Want to hear a song?

Why wouldn't 1?

J Jack of diamonds
Jack of diamonds j

j I know you of old j

j you've robbed my poor
pockets of silver and gold 7

j you've been my downfall j

j you've kicked me
you've cuffed me j

j but I will love you for all j

j it's a whiskey, rye whiskey j

j rye whiskey I try j

j if I don't get rye whiskey j

j I think I would die, yee-hah I

What's that?

Coyote. Just a lonesome coyote

howling at the moon.

What's independence like?

It's like being free.

Going anywhere you want to go,

doing anything you want to do.

No, I mean the town.

Oh.

Well, it's kind of like
a farm town, really.

It ain't too far outside of
St. Louis and Kansas City.

There's just plenty
to do and see,

if you know what I mean.

I don't really even
know what you mean.

Well, better get some sleep.

Youre going to need it.

Good night, Mr. Cole.

Good night, Mrs. eriksson.

Pleasant dreams.

You too.

Still, still!

The Indians are coming.

Go this way.

The Indian are coming!

What's going on?

The Indians,
they are massacring each other

and anyone who
gets in their way.

The Pawnee,
they are going so crazy,

they are using human
sacrifice in their rituals.

Especially the young
Cheyenne women.

Ya, it was
the most horrible thing

we have ever seen.

Don't go there, please.

I have to find my husband.

I'm so sorry, ma'am,
but he's probably dead now.

Don't go there.

I have to!

S507? - So what?

Well, you want to keep going?

Of course.

Mr. Cole?

Would you like to ride
in my wagon with me?

Much obliged, ma'am.

If you don't mind, Mr. Cole,
my Christian name is Alice.

Please use it.

1 do not like ma'am,
it's short for madam,

which may well be
the name of an owner

terrible, eh?

All right, Alice.

My name's Emmett.

Pleased to make your
acquaintance, Emmett.

Shall we go?

Why not?

Thank you.

Move it, pepper.

Highwaymen, thieves of the road.

Give us all you got!

Yeah, everything!

Don't make us kill you!

We wouldn't want to make
you do anything like that.

What is it you want, anyway?

Valuables.
Any kind of valuables.

You mean stuff that's
worth something, right?

Right, right.
Stuff that's worth stuff.

Well, I've got two things
that are worth stuff.

- What's that?
- I've got these.

Let's get going.

Aren't you going to bury 'em?
Fuck 'em.

Let the wolves eat 'em.

Come on.

Come on, pepper.

So, Alice,
what's your maiden name?

- Nykvist.
- What's that?

It's from Sweden
but I was born in red cloud.

Is that a big town?

Red cloud is not.

And Sweden is in northern Europe

near Norway and Finland.

Huh.

- What town are your folks from?
- Goteborg.

Goteborg, is that a big town?

I've never been there, but yes,
from what I hear it is a big town.

Over a 100,000 people
as my folks tell me.

Ooh, yeah, sure is a big town.

That's as big as Kansas City.

Is independence
near Kansas City?

Nope.

400 miles as the crow flies.

Yes, everything
in America is far apart,

but then again, everything
in Sweden is far apart

as they tell me too.

It sure is.

- It's a damn big country.
- You can say that again.

Okay, it's a damn big country.

Thank you.

Do you ever feel
like you're all alone

in the universe?

Hell, all the time.

Me too.

Sometimes I'll be
plowing the field

or doing the dishes,

and then I'll drift off

and I'm all alone in the world.

No husband, no kids, ho nobody.

I spent most of my life alone

underneath the stars.

1 try not to think
about it too much.

Nope, me neither.

You going to eat those crumbs?

I'll take "em.

Here,
let me show you how to fish.

Mr. Cole, I know how to fish.

No, you don't.
Gals don't know how to fish.

Surely you jest, sir.

Hell no. This is, this is
something you got to know.

Here, let me show you.

And what, might I ask,
are you using for bait?

Oh, well,
I guess I forgot about that.

I'll just go dig
me up some worms.

How about this?

- Where'd you get that?
- It fell into my lap

so I put it into my pocket.

Oh.

I guess that'll work, I suppose.

It might.

As opposed to a bare hook.

Good point.

Watch this.

- Smells good.
- Yup.

Nobody's ever cooked
for me before.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Never, not once.

But you're a grown man.

So they tell me.

So, you cook for this varmint
of a husband of yours?

I prefer that you not
refer to him that way.

But yes,
I cooked for him and the kids

three times a day.

Until he left, that is.

He ever tell you
he liked your cooking?

Nope.

He never did.

Your cooking any good?

I don't know, Mr. Cole.

Suppose you'll have to
find out for yourself.

Call me Emmett, please.

Okay, Emmett.

Chow time, as you cowboys
euphemistically say.

Hot damn!
So hungry I can eat a cow.

No doubt. But tonight,
a fish will have to suffice.

If you say so.

Yes, Emmett, I do.

Oh, shit.

What's wrong?

Ain't no fun killing people.

No, I expect not.

I've even killed a few people who didn't deserve
to die, just 'cause they got in my way.

Just life, I guess.

Did you regret that?

No, I ain't,
I ain't got no regrets.

None that I could think of.

None that I want to think
about right now anyway.

Well, we should
get some shuteye.

I suppose so.

Well, yeah. I spent
most of my life out on the sun.

Greetings, my friend.

Cole.

You found woman?

No, no, no. No, I'm
out looking for her husband.

A fellow named lucky eriksson.

Him digging in mine?

That's him.

Good luck.

You still want squaw?

Uh, not now, later.

But we already make deal.

Uh-huh. Yeah, but we'll talk
about it later, okay?

- Peace, brother.
- Peace to you, howling wolf.

So you made a deal to
purchase an Indian squaw?

I was just shopping.

See anything you like?

=-not really.
Then why did you make a deal?

- I didn't.
- But you intend to?

Can we just keep going?

Whatever you say, Mr. Cole.

You're in charge.

Let's go, pepper.

Whoa.

Here we are. Indeed we are.

Maybe we'll get some
word about lucky.

Maybe so.

- How you doing, old codger?
- How am /doing?

Are you fucking joking?

Everything up in here hurts.

Did I mention that
I spit up snot?

Well, I do. And this thumb, well,
don't even get me started on that.

Haven't had a good
shit in three weeks.

Been waiting,
my asshole"s on fire.

Ooh,
and the Indians are attacking.

We're all hightailing the holy hell
out of here as fast as we can get.

- What's your problem?
- Nothing.

Excuse me for asking.

Okay then.
Why don't you just fuck off?

Let's... let's fuck off,
shall we?

Colorful characters around here.

Howdy, folks.

- Good to see you all.
- How's it going?

Settle down. Just trying
to make some friends.

Don't try too hard.

What can I do you for?

My name is Alice eriksson.

And my husband...

Lucky eriksson, course!

You said you was coming though

I can't believe
you's actually here.

I am.

Well, we ain't seen him
in at least three months.

Honey, how long has it
been since we've seen

- lucky around here?
- Long, about three or four months now.

He usually comes in here
every month for supplies.

With that, uh, Indian gal.

Seemed strange, he, um,
hasn't been here a long time.

And, well, that's why I writ ya.

Indian gal?

Yeah, cute little thing.

She helps him
with the mine and such.

Oh, she does now, does she?

- Yep.
- All the folks is leaving here,

they say there's an Indian war?

There is. But we ain't leaving.

By god they can't run us out.

So, what do you say?

Ain't nobody seen him or his
Indian gal for three months.

So, what do you want to do?

Go after him.

Why?

He's my husband, goddammit.

Okay, but this is where you stay
until I come back with your husband.

- Can't I go with you?
- No, you cannot.

You stay here, honey.

We'll look after you.

- I'll see you later.
- Make sure you do.

You still got that photograph?

I'll go get him.

Yes, I suppose you will.

We done heard tell of
that Emmett Cole before.

They say he always gets his man.

That figures.

[Heroic musicl

[Mysterious musicl

Where is everybody?

What's on fire?

Cheyenne squaw, most probably.

It's Indians for sure.
Let's get.

Ma, pa, Indians!

Alice, for god sakes, get down!

Eugh!

L

We got to give up.

They's going to kill us!

We got to take our chances now,
woman, whatever they is.

[Somber musicl

Peace, brothers. We surrender.

The lord is my Shepherd,
I shall not want.

Iarrow whooshesl -

[Mysterious musicl

[Heroic musicl

=

[heroic musicl

Greetings, friend.
Emmett Cole, your wife sent me.

Very glad to make
your acquaintance.

Your timing's impressive.

Whoa.

- Cole.
- Howling wolf.

Good to see you again.

Is this the husband?

Yup. I found him.

You leave your woman?

Yeah, to come work this mine.

You find gold?

Not yet.

How long you been digging?

Most of three years now.

But I'm close.

I can feel it.

Any man that fights the Pawnee,

the Cheyenne's enemy

is friends of the Cheyenne.

Whoa, don't shoot her!

She's a good Indian,
I bought her.

She helps me with the mine.

Tell your wife that.

She's waiting for you
back at greely's.

[Somber musicl

okay, you're free.

Scat!

But where should I go?

- Go home.
- They won't take me back, you bought me.

Well, I'm giving you back.
Now go, get on, get on here!

So, you think you're some
kind of special shit

- 'cause you're good-looking?
- Don't got to be very good looking

to be better looking than you. Boy,
you about as ugly as a mule's asshole.

Where'd you find yourself
a Christian squaw?

She ain't no Christian.

I gave her that crucifix.

And she helps you with the mine?

Yeah,
she does anything I tell her.

- Anything?
- Yup, anything.

Nice work if you can get it.

Come on, go, go,
come on, go, go.

Ah, fuck.

Oh, holy fuck.

They got the women as
hostages, they got Alice.

Alice?

Since when did you get on
a first name basis with my wife?

Come here looking for you,
asshole, remember?

So, tough guy,
what are we going to do now?

Well, we better go get them

if you ever want
to see them again.

Shouldn't we bury these
bodies or something?

Ain't got no time but
the wolves are scavenging,

just probably take care
of the problem for us.

Anyway, let's get. Yah.

Go, get, come on,
go, get, come on.

So, what's really going on

between you and Alice?

Shut the fuck up.

Psh. That ain't no answer.

Come on, partner,
don't bullshit me.

Keep it up, shitface, I'll make
you sorry you was ever born.

Mighty bold talk.

You still didn't answer my
question. Have you humped her?

Partner,
you must be taking stupid pills.

- I'm just looking for an answer, though.
- Okay, I got an answer for you.

[Mysterious musicl

Got 'em.

Yeah, so what?

What do you mean, so what?

Them's Pawnee braves,
they're crazy!

They'll kill anything.
They, they kill women.

Yeah, they will,
and they got Alice,

and they probably got that
little bitch of yours too.

Little cloud.

Yeah, her.

Okay, so what do we do?

- We go get em!
- Right.

- How?
- Follow me, Jesus.

[Women shrieking

Shit.

You got a plan?

Yeah, but it ain't pretty.

Wait here.

[Heroic musicl

Here, take that.

You take that and you

throw that in the center
of all that shit.

But way away from the women.

Like, say, that little
fire over there.

What are you going to do?

I'll deal with everything else.

Give me about two minutes.

One Kentucky, two Kentucky,
three Kentucky.

Hey, assholes, fuck you!

[Heroic musicl

Ihank you. Your welcome.

Get out of here!

Is that better?

What the hell's
going on with you two?

What's going on
between you and her?

She helps me with the mine.

No doubt.

Get out, get, get out of here!

Oh, my baby, my baby!

Oh, my god, oh!

Let's go, let's go.

Whoa.

What are you two doing?

Rebuilding.

Alice.

I ain't coming back to the farm.

I ain't made a cent out here.

I'm a failure.

I hear men are striking it rich out
in the gold fields of California.

And by god, that's for me.

Have you forgotten, Earl,

that you have a farm,
two children, and a wife?

I ain't no farmer, Alice.

You knew that
when you married me.

Youre doing a great job
taking care of everything.

And I love you for it.

And I'm sorry.

But I ain't coming back.

I love you.

And give my best to the kids.

Whoa, come on.

So, how long do you
think it'll take him

to meet up with that
little Indian squaw?

The one with the crucifix?

What do you suppose he sees?

I don't know.

- She's young and she's purdy.
- She's just a little bit of a thing.

She's just a baby.

Yeah, he don't care.

Do you care?

Well...

I ike my women fully grown,
if you know what I mean.

I mean, if you ain't got
nothing to talk about,

what's the point?

Not as long.

I got my story to tell and...

I need a gal who's got
her own story to tell.

You know, I've been thinking.

Here, take half your money back.

No. You got your man.

Yeah,
but he didn't stick around, so...

Besides how are you going to
get across the country broke?

Here, go ahead, take it.

- I'Hank you.
- My pleasure.

So, you need me to travel with
you as far as fort Collins?

No, thank you.

I found my way here. I can
certainly find my way back.

I am a strong woman.

You certainly are.

I'll be damned, look at that.

- Pepper.
- Pepper!

So, you've never been to red
cloud, Nebraska, have you?

No, ma'am, I haven't.

Omaha once, but...

As I mentioned earlier.

Well, it's awful pretty.

Damn pretty.

I bet it is.

Anybody ever tell
you you're pretty?

When I was younger.

Well, you are.

That's a fact.

Anyway, anyway,
go on with your story.

Richest soll in the country.

- You can grow anything there.
- Anything?

Just about.

But it gets awful cold
in the winter time.

Sometimes it's hard
to keep warm there.

It's like that most
everywhere I've been.

Well, if you ever
get out there, Emmett,

you make sure to look me up.

If I'm ever out that way,
I most certainly will.

- Ma'am.
- Not ma'am, Alice.

Yes, of course, Alice.

See you later?

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