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This is a lock of my son's hair.

It got me this far...

like it was magic.

He die violent or ill?

Why?

Violent takes the short road.

Illness, the long.

Which one did yours?

Don't go thinking you're no gentleman.

It's a mistake of anyone to give the likes of Billy Myers

- the chance to start again. - Hey!

- You were in the army? - I got enemies.

- Bushwhacking? - You care to join us?

Clegg been working that line for years. What's the competition?

Black-Eyed Mog and her boys.

I dunno, boys.

I'll save my snatch for something bigger.

It cannot be that this whole country's

only full of killers and thieves.

Where is he? Who'd you sell him up to?

Didn't.

My name is Kills On Water.

You don't know me

but the massacre at Chalk River...

they were my family.

Why you fight for the Blues?

I fought for my people.

The English were never your people.

My enemy's enemy.

Then I am yours, and you are mine.

- War's over. - Hm.

And when you went home...

was it still there?

Or you still lookin'?

I ain't asking for blame or favour.

Then what?

160-acre, my choosing.

- Where? - Nebraska.

The Loup.

That the dream?

My reality.

Mine by rights.

How long you been out?

- The army. - A-whiles.

And at what point of the first day did you realise you ain't got no rights?

They done took 'em.

Took 'em all.

And for you, they even stole your loyalty.

I was proud to serve.

In a war you were only bound to lose?

I'm guessing it's that dream, though, keeping you alive.

Reality is you ain't ever gonna get there.

I'm guessing you know that too.

Deep down.

And you're just trying to figure out what you can do to take its place.

That woman you're travelling with...

where's she headed?

Maybe it's best for you to change direction.

Take her there instead.

Ain't no other dream to be had.

First...

there's something I want you to do for me.

You're half decent at killing.

Captain Clegg and his crew.

The Pawnee...

got an arrow in his back.

They worked that line for me.

My business.

Twice now, you turned my world upside down.

Yeah, I want you to turn it back.

There's a woman looking to take over that line

but not for me.

Her name's Black-Eyed Mog.

But don't get so close, now. You'll figure out why...

she's partial to lifting our hair.

Cheyenne, Pawnee, she ain't fussy.

Any skin that looks like ours.

Quite the collection, I hear.

Man...

woman, child.

I want you to stop her.

Kill her.

Won't happen otherwise.

I want you to make it your business.

See the world as it really is.

Us.

Them.

As it always was, and always will be.

Then maybe...

I give you back this.

And maybe...

"my enemy's enemy" will finally become my friend.

Well...

wandering minstrel.

Lovely as it is to greet a Sais in Kansas...

I can't help but wonder why you chose my door.

Whose are those?

Any one of them foolish enough to cross my path.

I saw you got a boy penned up in the stable.

Uh-huh.

- Him too? - Oh...

I like to savour the moment.

Why?

Cheyenne... '68.

I was 21.

And they took everything else besides.

My virtue...

and my family.

Sort of "coming-of-age" present, really.

Don't need to tell you about my eyelids.

That was over 20 years ago.

What is that, 50 scalps?

You don't think you've more than evened the score?

Not till every last one is on that wall.

And what about me?

Guessing by now you've found the contents of my bags.

Ooh, that's a lot of money.

Are you going to put me up there?

Surely, it'd break the pattern.

Well... not sure what my boys have in mind for you.

Sure it'll be a lot of fun.

So, I met with a John Clarke.

He's a Kickapoo.

Would you like to work with him?

Only with a knife.

Well, he told me something.

I thought you'd like to know.

Kills On Water. Have you heard of him?

Hates my guts.

Must do.

He's the one that left them inside my body.

I'm travelling with a friend.

He's Pawnee.

Practised killer.

And John Clarke told me that your enemy...

is about to send my friend to kill... you.

Why you telling me?

I just don't want my friend to die.

So why didn't you stop him from coming?

Cos I can't get to him.

Oh.

Your enemy has him prisoner.

And I'm thinking...

your life is the cost of his freedom.

So, I just decided the next best thing was to come to you instead.

Then you made a mistake, cos now you've given me the jump.

No, well, that was the risk, I know, I know.

But then I just thought that if I was the one who told you, and you saw the money

and everything, and it was all going to go the way it has

well, then... then you might let me...

get the jump on you.

You shot my ma.

Mummy said...

you wanna have some fun with me.

And right now...

I'd say shooting your cock 'n balls clean off

would be about the most fun a woman could have.

But lucky for you...

I'm not feeling very funny.

Christ, I could have shot you.

When I first came here

my friend told me the difference between what you want and what you need

is what you can put on a horse.

No better lesson.

Choose your horse.

I've come for Eli Whipp.

Hup!

It's warm.

Were you burned?

It's nothing.

You want I take a look?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

Can't let it infect.

It won't.

Up here neither.

Short time to come such a long way.

What, from Oklahoma?

You don't know where I started.

It's getting clearer by the day.

Who's the boy?

I rescued him.

And he did the same for me.

I call him "No Trouble"

because that's what he's been.

Where should I take him?

He can go his own way...

with or without us.

Us?

Thought maybe I'd take you where you wanna go.

You heard the name Billy Myers?

No.

He lives up where you want to go.

Thinking on paying him a visit.

Why?

You got a secret?

One you ain't yet told?

It's OK.

You ain't the only one.

You see, I told you there is magic in this.

You ain't got there yet.

Oh, but we will!

Lady, you shout so loud

ain't just lightning gonna hit us.

I reckon we could part the clouds if we wanted to.

Ain't no destiny in this, Cornelia.

Just a whole lot of aiming.

And then one day, you miss.

And that's it.

You think I'm travelling with hope?

Oh, Eli...

just without fear.

And you know why?

Cos I'm dead already.

Yerp!

Reminds me of the chairman of my board.

Eton College, the Guards. Think you'd like him.

Yeah?

Son of an Earl.

Sounds like just my kind of fella.

Certainly trying to dive into David Melmont's pockets.

Hope there'll be enough room, what with you stuffed in there already.

Are you gonna give Martha Myers back her cattle?

Maverick Law.

Mine by rights.

I hope you've enough of that to see you through the winter.

You a cattleman there, Sheriff Marshall?

I was here in '86. I saw what a hard freeze can do to a herd.

I've been here since '75.

I know exactly what this country can do.

No one knows it better.

'Cept David Melmont.

Because he arrived here with you, didn't he?

Opened up this whole valley. Just you, him...

Quite a challenge.

We weren't partners.

He was my employee.

Tough then.

A blue-blooded Englishman like you being bled out

by an ex-employee

who seemed to make his fortune in nothing so lowly...

as trade?

He didn't make it in trade.

Well, he's looking to now, so he is.

And all that's getting fat on your business is the vultures.

Take the snake.

Get two meals and a hatband out of that one.

I know I once did.

Thanks, but Melmont's got in some chilled meat.

Fancy myself a nice pork chop.

If you look at this really closely

you might be able to see some letters

underneath that scar.

You want me to stare at a dead man's dead butt.

The thing is, Timothy Flynn

had exactly the same mark...

in exactly the same place.

Except he didn't try to...

Get rid of it.

No. And your husband did.

Why'd he do that?

Is that it?

Er, Grover Best, er, wondered

where you'd be wanting the committal.

I hadn't figured on it.

You talk to Thomas Trafford?

I did.

It's Maverick Law, Mrs Myers.

They were marked.

Not officially.

They're mine.

Not if they're out on the range.

Fence broke...

I can only uphold the law as it stands.

I want them back.

Well... mmm.

I can always try and have another look.

I'm sorry for your loss.

He ain't having them.

Of your husband.

Mrs Myers...

Was everything upstanding in your marriage?

Upstanding?

It's just that you seem a mite more interested

in your cattle, if you don't mind me saying so.

Difference between my cattle and William Myers...

when a steer broke my arm, it was an accident.

Drop him in the churchyard.

Now, that's destruction of property.

- Mine. - Ours.

Let it slide this time

what with your present sadness.

Do it again, can't offer the same courtesy.

You ain't offering me nothing.

And I'll take what's mine.

Let her out.

Go fetch the sheriff.

Who is it?

Sheriff Marshall.

- Yeah? - Come to talk.

About what?

About that.

Follow the line from the Great Stretcher to Kararîwari...

the star that does not move.

North star.

Chief star.

Chief star.

And then here, see? Three stars in a row.

Hmm.

You call them the Hunter's Belt.

We call them Rahurahki, the Deer.

When they all point straight down, that is south.

North...

south.

Čûpiriktâka.

Evening Star, west...

Hûpirikucu'...

Morning Star, east.

Give or take.

So now, if you're alone...

I will always think of you.

You're still warm...

here.

Mm...

just never lived like this before.

I never lived anything but.

So how long now?

Couple days, maybe.

Where are we?

Casper ahead, Nebraska behind.

Are you sure that you don't want to...

Leave you?

Go home?

Long ways east.

So, what's it like?

When I was a boy, it was something.

When we left, it was something else.

And now?

Guessing it's something else again.

Do you think that they will let you be a part of that?

Do you?

No. Not the way you'd accept.

Can't tell what's changing quicker.

The country or you.

Or you, especially now you've got no home to go to.

I didn't say that.

Maybe I just got to settle on something else first.

This Billy Myers...

how do you know him?

Crossed paths a while back.

A friend?

Nah.

Maybe back then he thought as such.

Why do you want to see him?

Tell him he wasn't.

It's a long way to go just to say goodbye.

Isn't it?

Found it.

- Just now. - Hm.

Why do you wear gloves?

Practical.

Well, it ain't practical, a world you can't touch.

You ever take 'em off?

D'you know, a lady is not supposed to until she retires home.

- Who says? - Tis rule.

Well, you got a long wait then.

Never coming.

It will.

One day.

That is uncommonly optimistic of you, Mr Whipp.

You'll go back.

Where?

Home.

Well, you see, that's the problem.

Um, I don't really have one anymore.

You'll find it again.

Hell, looks like I'm gonna have to.

No, Eli.

I absolutely won't.

He was born on the family estate.

And...

we were, er, protected.

Not wanted.

The manner of his making, you see...

made outcasts of us both.

And as a girl...

you know, the walls I walked

they beckoned the future.

But as a mother...

I could only walk within them...

with him...

for 14 years.

That's where I left him.

Under a willow tree.

Near a... Near a lake.

Hm!

So that's home.

He is home.

And I won't ever go back.

In the time before...

it was the woman who cared for this.

My wife.

She was the one who guarded it.

Hung it above the wiharu...

in the Evening Star garden.

On the west side.

Evening Star to Morning Star.

When we moved...

she took it with us.

When we returned...

she put it back.

This...

is home.

That...

is home.

There's nothing else to go back to...

because it's here.

With you.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Riders.

The boy.

No Trouble.

Not anymore.

Three, plus him.

I'll be fine.

Then let's go get the boy.

Poles in, wire up...

on a good day, I can have me laid 20 miles of cabling.

But then, it ain't my first time of calling round here.

This is a 4,100 high-velocity cartridge for a Sharps '74.

It's the greatest buffalo rifle ever made.

It can hit a lying cow at 766 yards.

I know cos I did it.

Damn near a record. Four more yards, it would've been clear.

I'll be honest with ya, I shot so many in such a quick time

the stench of rotting carcass ran the length of the whole Kansas Pacific.

Mid-century...

there were 20 million head out here.

Turn of the decade...

not a hundred left.

And that's what it took to submit your people.

Where bullets couldn't reach, starvation surely would.

Which is mighty ironic considering I made myself a fortune

five times over selling their tongues!

Yeah, you don't hunt in England? Aristocrat like yourself?

Not if it results in the extermination of an entire people.

Oh, missy...

don't you go guilt-gavelling me.

It is exactly your kind that gave me the inspiration.

Countess of Sutherland.

You, uh, you ever take a jig with one of her boys?

No.

They cleared my family out in 1819.

Strathaven, Scotland.

They used rent instead of bullets, mind, but...

the starvation came the same.

I do believe they shoot grouse there now.

Slàinte Mhath.

Why'd you take the child?

Oh, unlike your brethren, I got myself a conscience.

Maybe cause I know what it's like to have everything stolen from you.

Now, this country offered my folks the chance to start over.

That's why I fight for her.

Tooth 'n nail.

Jennison Jayhawker during the war.

- You ever heard of 'em? - Union Red-Leggers.

- Reavers and thieves. - Ha!

Yes, sir!

You know, there was one thing that ol' bitch taught me.

You gonna win

you can't fight fair

or kind.

You have to burn and starve.

Wins every time.

Likewise, under Sheridan.

You know, one winter, we torched out a village so hot

melt the snow for a mile around.

But them wars is done.

I wanna see this great country offer your people the same as mine.

There's a Indian school at the head of this line

built on the proceeds of my good fortune.

I regard it as a, uh... as a portal

into which any Indian can enter

but from which only Americans depart.

Now, my folks, they loved the tartan just as much as yours the feather

but it's under that that we now must all stand.

I'm taking the boy to that school.

New Dawn.

These your students?

Well, they are. Had, er...

Mable there for two years now.

We only picked up Rose

not two weeks back.

She's, uh...

She's a little quiet, but...

she'll learn.

To be your...

Ooh! Blue blood.

Thin-skinned. No surprise.

You, er... you looking a little red there, ma'am.

Maybe you should join my school.

They're learning to be your servants?

Did not our saviour wash the feet of his disciples?

Do you wash theirs?

Oh, indeed I do. Their minds.

For I can see no other pathway for the Indians' survival.

They won't be one no more.

Exactly. Like I ain't no Scot.

Scotland still exists.

So does Nebraska.

But I wouldn't expect no old-world sassenach like yourself to know that

lets alone how to say it.

Mable, you may clear now.

Nyi-brathge.

Hmm?

Nyi-brathge.

Means "water that is flat".

It's Otoe.

Yeah. "Nebraska".

Like I said.

Nyi-brathge.

Oh, you... you trying to teach me some, I gets it.

You know...

languages change, son.

That's my whole point.

So must they.

Rose, come on.

Éše'he Ȯhvó 'komaestse!

Éše'he Ȯhvó 'komaestse!

I know her.

We met before.

Her name is Touching Ground.

She's Cheyenne.

She's the widow of Chief Running Hawk.

And that boy you picked up...

he's their son.

She was the wife of a Cheyenne war chief.

He got his head blown off my last day of service.

Did you kill him?

No, but I saw it.

Must be why the boy's holding back.

He saw me too.

- You're burning up. - Mm.

They ain't stopped our exit.

Good.

- Best ride quick. - Yes.

Ask her his name.

White Moon.

No!

It's alright. Come on, we've got to go.

740...

555...

770!

68, 70!

The horse.

I thought you was aiming for the Countess.

Thought I got her.

- Horse. - Yeah.

Least I'm gonna get me a lying cow for real...

and at a record-breaking distance.

A foot shy, good line.

Single shot. He has to reload.

Where your money bags at? Front or back?

Both.

Why'd you bring so much?

Didn't know how much I'd need.

Well, now you do.

You see smoke from the gun, sit the boy up. Fast.

Indian's making a run.

They always do.

Stay with the boy.

Horse... again.

Getting jittery.

She moved him!

What? Fuck! No more!

Play fair!

It's all in the breathing.

Drop him!

Oh, shit...

Come on.

No prairie savage out-wolfing me.

No, sir!

I'm so sorry.