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[soft folk music]

♪

Wonderin'’ if you folks might let me climb aboard.

Uh-uh.

I don'’t take no blue bellies on board, mister.

War'’s over, driver.

I'’m willin' to pay. Yellowbacks.

Yankees killed both my brothers at First Manassas.

I'’ll tell you somethin',

there ain'’t enough money in the state of Colorado

to buy passage on this rig.

What'’s the problem, Johnny?

Well, there ain'’t no problem, Chance.

It'’s just that, seems one of Mr. Lincoln'’s boys

has lost his way, that'’s all.

Sorrell came up lame.

I was hopin'’ I might be able to climb aboard

and get a lift to the next town.

Don'’t see any harm in lettin' this poor sod aboard, Johnny.

Chance! You of all people.

It'’s like he said.

War'’s over.

Lieutenant Kirby Scott, ma'’am.

Rebekah Shepard.

This is my father Jedediah.

After my momma died, my father and I elected to come west.

We'’re joining my sister.

She'’s already got a business established in Rampart.

[Jedediah] How about you, son?

Mustered out of Fort McHenry, sir.

Week after Appomattox.

That didn'’t take you long.

Homestead Act, sir.

Figured I better get out here and get some land

before the rest of Mr. Lincoln'’s army beats me to it.

Ah, well, if it'’s land you're looking for, you'’re in luck.

My father'’s a new land agent.

Jedediah Shepard at your service.

So you'’re gonna be a Sodbuster.

Something against honest work?

Just sounds like, uh... work.

And you?

Gambling? Robbery? Shiftless lay about?

[Rebekah] Lieutenant! I hardly think that'’s appropriate.

Were it not for this man,

you'’d hardly be aboard this conveyance.

Whoa now! Whoa! Ho!

Anybody goes for a gun and I'’ll break her neck.

That includes you, Banker!

Go on. Hand '’em over, boys.

Be quick about it.

All of you. Out with your hands high.

You leave these passengers alone, mister.

Do you want to join your brother, Johnny?

Come on! Come on!

Well, look what we got here.

A real blue belly.

Let'’s get a rope and string him up right now.

Don'’t get itchy, boys,

and you won'’t get hurt.

Lemme see that piece.

Well, will you look at this.

What are you, some kind of fancy gun thrower?

Actually, I'’m an ornithologist.

Ooh! I'’d be horny too,

ridin'’ next to this sweet little thing.

I think she oughta come back with us.

Keepin'’ me mighty warm at night.

Step back or I'’ll give you the bellyful of lead

I should'’ve given you at Shiloh.

Quiet!

Now let'’s get what we came here for, boys.

Law'’s gonna catch up to you one day, partner.

Well, I am just quaking in my boots, Johnny.

It'’s locked, boss.

Turn the box around.

Anybody else?

There'’s a fortune in here, boss.

It'’s about time.

That'’s government money. You'’ll never get away--Eh!

No!

Maybe that'’ll teach you some respect, Mr. government agent.

Stop it, please. Just stop it.

Leave him alone.

Just take the money and leave us alone.

Take what you came for and get out.

Grab the strongbox and the mail.

Bring it to my horse.

Now don'’t go spendin' all that

before we get back to town.

You know what to do.

You haven'’t got a problem with that,

now do you, Lassiter?

[Rebekah] You can'’t do this.

It'’s cold-blooded murder.

Maybe we can make an exception in your case, honey.

[laughter]

Sha!

Come on, come on.

It'’ll be first light in less than an hour.

Gut shoot him and let'’s get this thing over with.

Lieutenant!

Let'’s get out of here.

Johnny! Let'’s get him in the coach.

Are you all right, sir?

I think so.

Lieutenant! We need a hand here.

Be careful. He'’s hurt pretty bad.

I'’ve never seen anything like this.

The two of you,

you almost seemed like you were one person.

We should.

I don'’t understand.

He'’s my brother.

Whoa now! Whoa! Whoa!

JT! Sheriff!

What'’s the ruckus, Johnny?

Find Doc Gaylen. We got a wounded man in the coach.

Get away clean?

Whoa, boy.

Same outfit as last time.

You know, the hoods, the whole works.

Howie, you round up Doc Gaylen.

Matt, you and Mordechai get him

up to Mother Smalley'’s.

Daddy, he'’s hurt.

Legs, legs.

Grab his legs.

Shhhew!

These two here gunned half a dozen of '’em.

And if the leader hadn'’t have grabbed

the box aforehand and rushed off with it,

they'’d have got him to.

You know how teary-eyed I get

around these things, big brother.

Why don'’t you, uh,

handle the formalities with the Sheriff here,

and I'’ll, um,

be in my office.

Miss Rebekah?

My brother here?

He loves paperwork.

Appears like you and your brother

happened along in the nick of time.

That'’s just what anybody would'’ve done, sir.

I can assure you that ain'’t the case, young fella.

Seeing as how there have been six payroll robberies

in six weeks, and nobody yet done nothin'’,

including me.

Your name?

Lieutenant Kirby Scott.

Or make that just Kirby Scott.

You wouldn'’t by any thought be the Kirby Scott

from Little Roundtop, Antietam,

Bull Run?

Yes, I'’ve been to those places, sir.

Been to those places?

Son, if you'’re the same Kirby Scott I'’m talkin' about,

we heard of you even way out here

in this little one mule town.

No wonder Johnny there thinks you'’re aces,

and he rode with Jeb Stewart.

There'’s a lot of heroes in the war, Sheriff.

If you don'’t mind, I'd just as soon not jaw about it.

Mindin'’ my own business don't precisely come with this job,

if you know what I mean.

No offense.

I often wonder if folks keep electin'’ me

because I'’m naturally nosy,

or just not bein'’

the swiftest bull in the herd

don'’t qualify me for much else.

Man needs to know his limitations.

And able companions they have become.

If these little facts you'’ll swear to, if need be,

just put your John Henry on that last line there.

What are your plans, son?

Don'’t suppose you'd consider postin'’ here as my deputy?

That'’s a kind offer, sir, but no.

It'’s a lousy offer.

And I don'’t blame you one whip.

This town'’s been mouse quiet since the mine shut down.

But with the war over, folks are gonna come west

faster than goose grease through a tin horn.

Neither me nor Marshall Boone are gettin'’ any younger.

There'’s plenty of able-bodied folk around.

Able-bodied ain'’t what'’s in short supply.

Good luck, son.

[piano playing She'’ll Be Comin' Around the Mountain]

♪

Bartender, you got any of that Tennessee sippin'’ whiskey?

These boys drink elephant piss.

Think they'’ve gone to hell.

Put away your money, stranger.

First drink in town always on Del Shannon.

Might that be the same as on the house?

Might be.

Damn you, you two-timin'’ sidewinder.

[Del] Hold it there, partner.

Do I know you?

You sure as hell gonna remember me.

Hey, bartender, you move any closer to that shotgun,

and I'’ll gut shoot him right now.

Now, mister, I don'’t know what got under your scent,

but if you will sit for a spell

and have a drink--

Ha! I ain'’t drinkin' with no rattlesnake like you.

Well, well, well, Horace.

Is that you?

There'’s the one that done it.

You--You tell him to stay back, Shannon.

This bushwhacker jumped my claim.

On your orders. And I can prove it.

Least-wise I could, but--

[Del] Now, mister, those are mighty strong words.

Maybe if you'’ll just sit a spell,

we can work this out.

Or you can just say adios, Horace.

Ah! Unh!

D-Did I do that? I am so sorry.

I just got this thing, and have no idea what to do with it.

My apologies again.

Shake the man'’s hand.

Arly Lyons.

Pleasure, I'’m sure.

I-I don'’t know who are, mister,

but thank you kindly.

I don'’t know whether to shake your hand or shoot you.

That old fool might come back someday and bushwhack me.

Got a feelin'’ you'll be seein'’ him first.

Excuse me.

Dad, look at that.

It'’ll be fine.

Well, you'’d be Jedediah Shepard.

I'’m Matt Elden.

Matt Elden, I'’d like to introduce you

to my daughter Rebekah.

Well, it'’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'’am.

I'’m afraid that your desk is rather...

Ellis Potter must not be as neat as I remembered.

Sir, Ellis Potter was murdered six weeks ago.

I--I assumed you knew.

Murdered?

I thought Ellis Potter was retiring.

I knew him back in Virginia.

Well, he was to retire this week,

but I'’m afraid he didn'’t make it.

Jedediah! Is that you?

Mrs. Potter!

Rebekah Shepard!

Oh, darling!

My, how you have grown!

Mary, I just found out about Ellis.

I'’m so sorry.

Oh, thanks, Jed.

It was bad business.

Not that there'’s any chance

of corrallin'’ the varmints that did it!

Now, Mary, you know that is not fair!

This town has its hands full.

Oh, it has its hands full, sure.

Just not ladylike to speculate what!

[Jedediah] Kirby Scott. Just the man.

Matt Elden, Kirby Scott.

Looks like he may be our first customer.

I'’m afraid Union Army

is not too popular in these parts, Mr. Scott.

Well, I best rustle up

some new duds before I'’m shot, huh?

Mary, can I arrange for you to get a ride home?

It'’s not too safe for a woman traveling alone these days.

Oh, Dad, I can go with her.

That way I'’ll be able to see the countryside.

I-I'’m afraid you don't understand what I meant.

I'’ll see to it you get home, ma'’am.

And I will make sure that Miss Shepard returns safely as well.

Fine idea.

That'’ll give me a chance to track down Rachel

and rustle up some land to show you.

Does that sit well with you, Mary?

Right down to the ground, Jed.

Mr. Scott, come help me find my buggy.

Why, Miss Rebekah.

I was just comin'’ to visit with you.

Oh, were you now?

Well, I was just wondering if I could have the pleasure

of your company at supper this evening.

Well, I'’m afraid your brother invited me

to accompany him out to Miss Potter'’s.

I mean, I'’ll be back in time.

I'’ll wait up, even if it'’s way past my bedtime.

Whoa!

Well, hello, little brother. You lost already?

I'’m found, big brother.

I am found.

[Mrs. Potter] So there'’s another Mr. Scott.

Better and better.

Don'’t worry, young man.

You'’ll have her all to yourself on the way back.

Tashi'’ne.

Lives with her older sister

in a played out mine near the lake.

Just the two of them?

Three.

Her older sister married Willie Brax

when he mustered out of the Third Colorado

after Sand Creek.

Bad business.

Lot of folks say he deserted.

But I know better.

Not a yellow bone in his body.

Rebekah told me

that you and your brother came out here together.

Was he in Mr. Lincoln'’s army as well?

Uh, we didn'’t exactly come out together, Miss Potter.

And, no, he didn'’t exactly join the regular army.

Surely he didn'’t join John Brown'’s men

or Quantrell'’s?

No, ma'’am.

Uh, Chance sort of sat on the sidelines,

if you know what I mean.

It was a hard war to choose sides.

Didn'’t you have a brother in the war?

Well, my brother Roy.

Evil bastard.

Pardon my language.

Rode with "Bloody" Bill Anderson.

Left his granddaughter

for me to raise.

I dread the day when he comes back.

What became of your husband Ellis?

Ellis was a mining man all his life--

from Pennsylvania.

Me being from Virginia, well,

we couldn'’t agree about nothin' when the war came.

He put a lot of store in Mr. Lincoln.

And most of the folks I knew

thought Abe was as dumb as a post.

God rest his soul.

And when we came west, Ellis ran the assay office

when the mines were open.

After the Homestead Act in '’63,

it was just natural for him

to move on over to the land office.

They couldn'’t get a single man

from back east '’cause of the war.

[sighs] The last few months, though,

Ellis was actin'’ very strange.

Excited and afraid.

My husband was not a brave man, Kirby.

But he was honest.

Are you sayin'’ my father'’s in danger?

I'’d sure as hell say it.

[Mrs. Potter] Shoot!

Sarah!

You'’ll say nothin' of the sort!

I--This is my daughter, Sarah.

Quite an alarmist, as you can see.

Sarah. My name'’s Kirby Scott.

This is Miss Shepard.

Please to make your acquaintance.

And this is Roy'’s granddaughter Kathleen.

Say hi, baby.

Kathleen.

Perhaps we should be going.

Oh, no, please.

Won'’t you stay for dinner, please?

Please.

Well, we have so few folks here,

and we have plenty of food.

Not today, Mrs. Potter.

But I'’d like very much to visit you

later this week, if you'’ll allow me.

Well, that just sounds grand.

I'’m gonna hold you to it.

You can bank on it.

Don'’t look so worried, Miss.

You heard that girl. How can I not?

You know how excitable women can be.

So you'’re an expert on women, are you?

Oh, no. That'’s more my brother'’s department.

Wait till he meets my sister.

You must be Jedediah Shepard.

I am.

Excuse all the noise around here,

but I'’m having the place spruced up a mite

on account of the big onslaught.

Onslaught?

War'’s over, man.

Last coupla years,

you coulda fired Jeb Stewart'’s cannon through town

and hit nothin'’ but birds.

Next coupla weeks,

half the town'’s population is comin'’ back.

I suppose you'’re correct.

Suppose?

Your land office and my saloon

will be the two top businesses within 50 miles.

So put a smile on that face of yours.

I'’m lookin' for a young woman.

Of course you are.

Forgive my poor manners. Amanda!

We got ourselves here a young fella

rode darn near 1,500 miles,

and we ain'’t yet offered him

a fine drink or a nasty woman.

Right here, Mr. Land Agent.

[Del] Clint, my best bottle

for the land agent here.

Right here we have our very, very best.

Excuse me, boys. [laughs]

Dad.

Dad! [crying]

Dad!

Dad...

Dad!

Don'’t get near me.

Dad--

Rachel. Why are you dressed like that?

Let'’s not get into this, Rebekah.

[crying]

Shut up!

[men laughing]

Where'’s that Virginia charm, carpetbagger?

Come on, Chance.

Show us that legendary American know-how.

[laughs]

[laughter]

You know, you could just pay for it.

Afraid I'’d quickly become a poor man.

Told you things would get exciting.

I don'’t think the law would help on either side. Do you?

Job'’s still yours if you want it.

A wise man knows when to mind his own business.

We'’ll see.

Thank you for meeting me this evening.

It was a very kind offer.

I'’ve been called a lot of things, ma'’am,

but kind ain'’t one of 'em.

Well, you are.

Here'’s to kindness.

And to kind women.

Like my sister.

My pa didn'’t approve of my life either, Rebekah.

Said I was too wild.

Too foolish.

Didn'’t care about the important things.

Mucking stalls and slapping hogs?

[laughs] And duty, honor, country.

Well, your father may not have approved of you

not joining the army, but I do.

War'’s foolishness. What does it prove?

A man'’s worth, maybe?

Poppycock.

This war was an excuse for Mr. Abraham Lincoln

and his Yankee profiteering friends, who were trying to--

To free the slaves?

You and Father.

You think Rachel was furious

when her husband Ben went back to fight?

I imagine so.

Furious women do foolish things.

Well, you should take this wine from me, Mr. Gambler.

I'’m about to make some foolish choices of my own.

Cabin should be just over there.

This grassland would be yours too.

Right up to that hillside.

Kinda fills the eye, don'’t it?

Great place to raise a family.

If a fella was so inclined.

If a fella was so inclined.

Sorry, son. It looks worse than I had hoped.

Might be better off

to tear it down and start over again.

It'’s not so bad, Mr. Shepard.

Looks solid enough to me.

Mighty pretty at sunset.

My daughter'’s taken quite a shine to you, son.

I suppose you know that.

I don'’t know about that, sir.

I kinda figure she liked my brother better,

if you want to know the truth.

Fella like Chance

looks might enticing to a girl at first.

But a man like you, and a place like this,

looks better to me.

Ain'’t you maybe gettin' the plough

a bit ahead of the mule, sir?

I know my daughter, son.

And I know men.

You want this place, it'’s yours.

But if you want my daughter,

you'’re gonna have to go after her.

Mr. Elden thought you wanted to see me.

He was mistaken.

Rebekah, I'’m your sister.

Ah.

I'’m sorry I wasn't there after Mom passed, Bekie.

I was--

Otherwise engaged?

Look, I know you don'’t approve of me.

But you weren'’t here

after Ben died.

I had no other way.

No easier way.

Please don'’t judge me, Bek.

Can'’t we just go back to--

We can'’t go back, Rachel!

Today and tomorrow is all we have.

But the War--

Is over! It'’s over!

People keep blaming the war, and I am sick of it.

We can'’t walk away from what it'’s done to us,

between us!

You can walk away from what you'’re doin'.

[laughs]

You could come work here.

Here?

You gotta be kiddin'’, honey.

I could never work here.

Never.

Never.

Didn'’t bury the hatchet, I see.

Can'’t you see it stickin' in my back?

Rebekah, this was

a very tough town to live in during the war.

You think livin'’ in Virginia was easy?

Half the families for Lincoln.

The other half were for Lee.

Our house was taken over three times

as battle headquarters.

Once for the North,

twice for the South.

We lost everything.

Everything.

I'’m sorry. Hm?

Let it out.

I promised myself I wouldn'’t do that.

That'’s a tough promise to keep.

You said this was a tough town.

So have you worked for the bank long?

Not too long.

Used to have a ranch just west of town.

Beef contracts with the Union Army.

Easy work when the Army was just fighting the Indians.

Not too popular when we started fighting each other.

Lots of Confederate sympathizers hereabouts,

as you can imagine.

Silver strike drew folks from all over the South.

Owning a bank, you didn'’t have to choose sides.

No.

Just have to lend money.

That'’s popular with everybody.

[speaking Native language]

[repeating phrase]

[repeating phrase]

Uh!

[whimpering]

[speaking Native language]

Tashi'’ne!

What the hell are you doin'’ here?

Sir, my name'’s Kirby Scott.

Oh, I know you, blue belly.

And I said get out!

[speaking Native language]

Quiet!

[speaking Native language]

I worked with mongrels like you too long.

The smell of you makes me sick.

Get a poultice on that.

Otherwise, she'’ll lose her foot.

Best not let us see you again.

[horse neighs]

Hello, stranger.

Lost?

Time shall tell.

You'’re not gonna offer me a glass of lemonade?

You pass by any lemon trees?

No.

But if a man expects visitors,

he ought to be prepared.

Canteen'’s on the post.

Chance says you plan to stay on this land to prove up.

What'’s it look like?

You could be goin'’ door-to-door fixin'’ windows.

Like General Sherman in reverse.

Chance says before the war--

Spendin'’ a lot of time with my brother, are you?

Why, Kirby.

You'’re not jealous?

Not in the least.

Oh!

I, uh...thanks.

You'’re...welcome.

Well, well.

Must be visitin'’ day.

Chance know you'’re out here?

That'’s none of your affair.

And I'’ll take it kindly if you don'’t make it so.

Ooh! Yes, ma'’am.

How may I be of service to you gentlemen?

Contraire, my Yankee friend.

It is we who may be of service to you.

How'’s that?

Mr. Shannon and I heard an ugly rumor.

Sheriff offered you that deputy job.

And the more we thought about it...

The more we realized

that I was much better qualified for the job.

What about it, Lieutenant?

Our information got any meat on the bone?

You see, Rufus?

What'’d I tell you?

I'’m a farmer, McSween.

My father was a farmer.

I came out here to get away from guns.

You want the job? It'’s yours.

Humble is the man who knows his limitations.

Mr. Shannon has a long memory, Sodbuster.

He remembers when a fella does him a good turn.

And he remembers when they don'’t.

Funny. I'’m the same way.

[horse neighs]

I thought you might take that job.

I was hoping maybe to...

No.

You'’d be in town.

We could see each other more often.

Is that what it takes to win your affection, Miss?

Just be around?

I don'’t like your tone.

Perhaps I don'’t like you.

Rebekah...

I came 1,000 miles to prove up on 160 acres of land.

I expect to work very hard at it.

I did not come to pick up a gun.

I'’ll not see men fall due to my hand.

But back at the stagecoach, you and your brother were the best--

Best what?

Gunslingers? Killers?

Don'’t take much of a man to do that.

What do you know about being a man

if you'’re gonna let that murderer

be the Deputy Sheriff?

No. Oh, it'’s fine when you're defending a strongbox.

Oh, that'’s just fine and dandy.

Wasn'’t money I was protecting, Bekie.

[clears throat]

[gasps]

Well!

A man who is as good as his word.

What is the world coming to?

Evening, Mrs. Potter.

I was just heading over

to Mr. Brax'’s place with some laudanum,

and I figured I'’d just see if you folks needed anything.

Well, just the pleasure of your company for dinner.

Mary has gone into town for the mail and some supplies,

but she'’ll be back directly.

I couldn'’t impose.

Now, I am not gonna hear another word.

Kathleen'’ll bring more wood in,

and I'’m gonna get the pies in the oven!

All right, Mrs. Potter.

It'’d be my pleasure.

Spell you a mite?

Looks like you could use a hand.

You know, I could use some practice with that axe

since I got no one special to do my choppin'’ for me.

I got it.

Better?

[horse neighs]

[neighing]

JT.

Thank you for moseying over.

Grab a chair and sit for a spell.

What do you need, Del?

Oh.

Not "What do I want?"

But "What do I need?"

You always was a man

of the carefully turned phrase, Sheriff.

I got work to do, if you don'’t mind.

Ho! I know you'’re busy.

Shinin'’ your badge,

polishing your boots.

See you, Del.

Oh! Don'’t rush off, Sheriff.

I was just wantin'’ to, well--

Well, actually, Ollie and I,

we was just wantin'’ to jaw with you for a bit...

about, well, how busy...

you really are.

[exhaling deeply]

Mrs. Potter?

It'’s my Uncle Roy.

He'’s come back for Kathleen.

This day, this day. I knew it would happen.

Is there anything I can do?

Kirby, would you be really upset

if we postpone our supper to another time?

Not at all, Mrs. Potter.

Thank you.

I can show you out this way.

[crying]

Oh, God!

[Mary crying]

Please be careful at the Brax place, Mr. Scott.

William'’s not a bad man,

but he'’s jumpy.

What with the war just over.

Shannon'’s men always tryin' to run him off.

I'’ll be careful.

You sure there'’s nothing I can do?

There'’s not much any of us can do.

Kathleen'’s his granddaughter.

It was only a matter of time before he came back for her.

My uncle Roy is an evil man, Mr. Scott.

I don'’t mind sayin' so.

And there'’s just only so much evil in this world

a body can withstand.

Where'’s the bartender?

He got in Chickamauga, Reb.

We want whiskey. And none of that chilipicker stuff.

It'’s the last of it. Right here.

We'’re willin' to pay.

There ain'’t enough money in creation.

Keep the change.

I told you I didn'’t want to see you again.

I have laudanum and medicine.

Otherwise, she'’ll lose that foot.

I brought you some medicine.

It might hurt a bit.

[whimpering]

That should feel better in a minute.

Kir-by.

Kirby.

[horse neighs]

[Lyons] Brax!

I have a warrant for you to vacate the premises.

Effective noon tomorrow.

What warrant?

This is hogwash.

It'’s the law, old timer.

You abandoned this claim when you joined the army.

I was servin'’ my country.

Well, you shoulda thought of that

before you became so patriotic.

Now, do you obey the law...

or do we end this right here?

Mr. Brax needs time to think it over.

If I was you, I'’d do the same.

Well, hello, Sodbuster.

I thought we gave you your chance.

[cocks gun]

I'’m returning the favor.

Nothing'’s changed.

Noon tomorrow.

I don'’t owe you nothin'.

Didn'’t ask for nothin'.

I wore the same uniform as you for half a decade.

And I wore it with pride.

Lord God willin'’, I--[laughs]

I shoulda burned it.

Six months ago,

around November of '’64,

Black Kettle come to Fort Lyon.

Said the sky had been dark since the war began.

Major Wyncoop promised him protection.

Settled in a bend near Sand Creek.

Taste of blood'’s like liquor for an ambitious man.

'’Fore sun up on the 29th,

we reached the edge of camp,

full of whiskey to keep out the night air.

Reckon I heard about that.

Black Kettle had an American flag

tied to the end of a long pole.

When he saw us, he ordered the women and children

to stand under the flag

so we'’d be sure to see it.

And there'’s a real, live breeze blowin'’ that mornin'.

I remember smellin'’ the buffalo meat.

Seasoned up just right, you know?

Like, melt in your mouth. Mm.

I turned see Colonel Chivington

off to my flank,

and I saw his lips move.

Couldn'’t make out what he was sayin'’ at first.

He was always real quiet.

And then I could.

"No prisoners."

500 women and children.

Satan himself never saw nothin'’ like it.

After it was over, I saw Rahi'’ne and her sister

walkin'’ around in the smoke.

I was on the search party to help kill the survivors.

You couldn'’t see five feet through the dust and smoke.

I reckon I got separated from the rest.

I just reached down off my horse

and put her and her sister aboard and took off.

Six months, and I never looked back.

If you need me for anything, Mr. Brax...

I'’m right over the ridge.

[screaming]

Hold it, Brax. You were warned.

Now get on your knees, old timer.

Unh!

Any last words of wisdom before you depart?

Let them go. They'’ve done nothin' to you.

They'’re here with you, old man. That'’s enough.

May you and Shannon rot in hell.

At least you'’ll be there first.

Ehh!

Let'’s get outta here!

[speaking Native language]

How you holdin'’ up?

Cut myself shavin'’...

worse than this.

Hya! Hya! Hya!

[speaking Native language]

[speaking Native language]

[crying]

[speaking Native language]

[Sheriff] I told you I needed help, Scott.

Don'’t come bellyachin' to me just '’cause I can't

be every place at once.

She'’s lost everyone that matters to her.

I know that. I know that!

Miss, is there anything I can do?

Where the hell were you this morning?

At the livery stable.

Gettin'’ ready to ride out

and serve them eviction warrants on Brax.

Why?

Anybody vouch for that?

You don'’t ask the questions around here, Sodbuster.

I do.

How could you have--

Because you didn'’t want the job.

Or was I misinformed?

No. You were not misinformed.

[speaking Native language]

Kirby.

Thank you.

Lemme see about getting you a room at the hotel.

No. Go home.

That wouldn'’t be a good idea.

[speaking Native language]

[speaking Native language]

Funeral. Of course.

Kirby.

I heard what happened. I'’m so sorry.

Tashi'’ne, this is Rebekah.

Rebekah.

That'’s right.

Go with Rebekah, and I'’ll make arrangements for the funeral.

[speaking Native language]

I need to go check with Mr. Elden.

Well, wasn'’t that much ado?

[laughing]

Who told you to serve a warrant on Brax last night?

Who do you think?

Lyons, you'’re either workin'’ for me

or you'’re workin' for Del.

You pull a stunt like that again,

you'’ll be eatin' that badge for breakfast.

Yes, sir.

Look into what happened this morning.

I'’d better not find you were involved.

No, sir.

And Lyons, the next time those boots

wind up on my desk it'’ll be because

I just brought '’em back from the undertaker.

What'’s the matter with you?

Nothin'’ a bullet won't fix.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Mr. Shepard around?

Mr. Scott, pleasure to see you.

No, uh, Jed'’s showing a claim,

but I have your papers, young man.

Signed, filed, and ready for your signature.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Whoa, I'’d actually completely--

Forgotten?

Son, the paperwork'’s just as important as the land.

Maybe more.

Let'’s get it done.

Mm-hmm.

You sign here... and here and here.

I was wonderin'’ what you might be able to tell me

about the land under Mr. Brax'’s claim,

and Mrs. Potter'’s as well.

Not much.

Nothing special, I can assure you.

Brax'’s mine played out

years before he went off to war.

Ellis and Mary Potter'’s piece abuts the Brax claim,

but there was never much silver on it.

The vein runs, um,

north along the picket wire,

and, um, Ellis'’s piece runs due south.

Here, I, um-- See for yourself.

This is the original Colorado Mining Company survey.

You can see where it peters out.

There'’s no chance of any vein discovered?

Discovered by who?

The real action'’s out west, Mr. Scott.

The Comstock claim in Virginia City,

not to mention California.

Then why drive Mr. Brax off his claim?

It'’s the law, Mr. Scott.

I signed the papers myself.

He abandoned his claim when he went to war.

And there are plenty of people

coming west now that the war is over.

We gotta make room for them.

Doesn'’t quite seem fair.

This cabin you'’re living in

was built by someone too, Mr. Scott.

But he had the misfortune of dying at Vicksburg

instead of at home in his own bed.

His wife and adopted daughter

were not of the Christian faith.

Tashi'’ne asked that her sister and Emil Brax,

be buried here today,

as he himself was a Christian man.

This is dreadful.

I thought we left all of this behind us.

Some people say that Emil Brax,

in recent days, had been a coward.

He died a hero, defending his family.

The end of the war has given honorable men

on both sides of this recent conflict hope.

Hope that we could put the evil of slavery behind us,

and hope that we could be one nation under God,

and hope that we can finally turn our back on evil.

Never turn your back on evil.

Who are you?

John Boone, U.S. Marshall.

You'’d be Kirby Scott.

JT said I'’d find you out here.

That'’s right.

This is Miss Rebekah Shepard.

Land agent'’s daughter.

I don'’t understand.

I thought the sheriff was the law.

I'’m a Federal Marshall, Miss.

I cover the whole territory.

I understand you had a chance to become JT'’s deputy.

You turned it down.

I came west for different reasons.

I went to dental school, Scott.

Fate is what happens when need collides with opportunity.

I don'’t need to be a lawman.

Well, who cares what you need?

What about what she needed?

Are you content to mop up

after the damage is done?

Hell, a stable boy could do that.

This is none of my business.

Evil is all of our business.

Let us pray.

[woman] Sheriff! Sheriff!

Father told me to tell you

there'’s some men ridin'’ this way.

Will you look at that?

That'’s "Bloody" Bill Anderson's outfit, isn'’t it?

[Sheriff] What'’s left of 'em.

Who are they?

Marauders from Kansas, Missouri.

Hell of a reputation.

Worse than Quantrell, some say.

What do they want?

I don'’t know.

If that fella in the lead'’s who I think he is...

I'’m afraid I do.

You comin'’?

Or you got some moonlight plowin'’ to do?

Yeah. But I got a better idea.

[chatter]

[man] Then don'’t play fair.

Play to win!

Just sit.

Amanda.

You'’re hoardin' the prettiest girls.

Perhaps it airs better over here.

Don'’t mean you need both of '’em.

I have a hard time makin'’ up my mind.

Reckon I can help you out on that score.

Let'’s have some order around here!

Who the hell are you?

He'’s a tin star, Lester.

Y'’all blind?

You challenging my authority?

Lester?

No. But I think he might.

Pretty tough with this gun.

How are you without it?

Fair.

I'’m gonna cut you real bad.

Chance.

Wouldn'’t advise that, honey.

Mm!

[together] ♪ Wish I was in the land of cotton ♪

♪ Old times there

♪ Are not forgotten

♪ Look away

♪ Look away Look away ♪

♪ Dixieland ♪

Dixieland.

[both laughing]

Well, it'’s a coupla fellow travelers.

You, uh...

You heard we lost the war.

No! You hear that?

He'’s fibbin'.

Oh, he don'’t look like he'’s fibbin'.

Nope!

Robert E. Lee turned over his sword

to General Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox Courthouse

on April 9th.

A day that will live in infamy!

To Robert E. Lee!

[all] Robert E. Lee!

Ooh-hoo.

Well, that was not good sportsmanship.

I'’m the law.

Now I want you to holster your weapons,

and we'’ll come around and collect '’em.

Nobody'’s been bad hurt yet,

and nobody has to be.

You shouldn'’t have oughta done this.

I know who you are, Mister.

You aren'’t wanted for anything in this territory,

but for what you animals done back in Kansas,

they oughta string the whole lot of you up by the balls.

It was war.

That wasn'’t war. It was slaughter!

Uh-uh-uh.

I would hate for this thing to go off

and expose your shortcomings.

I believe, if I recall, the war is over.

So why don'’t you just call it an evening?

Fair enough.

You men are not wanted here.

But I understand from Mr. Scott

that your boss has got personal business in the area.

When that'’s settled, I want you all

outta here for good.

I'’m keeping your weapons at the sheriff'’s office

until you leave.

[gasps]

Roy!

Where is she?

Well, you can'’t find her.

[cocks gun]

Hello, Sarah.

I'’d hoped you died in the war, Roy.

I'’m quite certain you did.

She didn'’t mean that, Roy.

No?

She--we...

I came for my granddaughter.

She is happy here with me, Roy.

Why don'’t you just let her be?

Where'’s Ellis?

He passed away last month.

Going back east, then?

What business is that of yours?

Kathleen'’s not cut out for that.

What life can you offer her, Roy?

On the run?

Going to leave her stranded in some town

where they decide to hang you?

Just let her be, Roy, please.

Have her here tomorrow at noon.

Or I'’ll kill you both.

Just move into the hotel till they leave town, son.

Oh, that'’s hardly necessary, Sheriff.

I can handle things.

Like you did tonight?

Figure I'’ll get my gear.

I'’ll be back at first light.

I'’ll make arrangements with Mother Smalley'’s

You did a good job tonight.

Both of you.

Come on, my big brother and I

have some serious talking to do.

[sigh]

You saved my hide tonight, Sodbuster.

Don'’t make a habit of it.

I wasn'’t planning on it.

Kirby, I'’m so proud of you.

Rachel and Chance want to celebrate.

Why not?

You'’re welcome to come, if you'’d like.

Reckon I'’d see you at sun-up.

Till morning then.

Hee-yah!

[horse whinnies]

So Sergeant Rabbit, you really volunteering

for this mission?

It ain'’t much.

Lonely life.

[horse neighs]

Well, duty calls, Sergeant.

Call'’s for thee.

Chance should probably be out there with them.

So?

He makes me nervous.

Why don'’t you just hide your watch?

Yah.

We used to tie Rosie up to a tree

and pretend she was Comanche.

Went to supper once, and couldn'’t recollect

where we lashed her up.

Ma nearly strung us up at the smokehouse.

As usual, Chance parlayed

his way out of it.

Our way out of it.

[laughs]

You do charm all.

Every day the sun shines.

What happened to your sister Rose?

[Kirby] She died of Typhus before the war.

Ma passed from consumption

before Pa was killed at Chickamauga.

Sorry.

No brothers of your own?

No. Just me and Beck.

till I met Ben.

You recollect how you meet someone and you just...

have to have them?

Apple brown betty?

Oh, I'’d die for some.

Rebekah was the best cook in Tyler County.

Won county fair five years running.

That I can believe.

[Chance] Kirby here

won best sweet corn, best sow,

and best natural born hay seed in 50 miles.

[laughter]

Thanks.

You know I ain'’t lying, big brother.

Which is why this...

don'’t figure at all.

That'’s not something I hanker for.

Then don'’t do it.

You don'’t owe that stupid Marshall nothing.

Rachel, this is supposed to be a celebration.

Why not celebrate him telling that no good lawman

to shove it up his--

You'’re drunk!

So?

It'’s what Shannon pays me for, ain'’t it?

Among other things.

You got no call to say that!

We each walk our own paths.

Tell that to Miss High and Mighty.

Rachel.

Rachel!

[horse whinnies]

I'’ll make sure she gets home.

You coming?

I think I'’ll stay a while.

I'’d think on this long and hard, Kirby.

You threaten me now too, little brother?

You doing Shannon'’s scut work?

That'’s what he's got McSweens and Lyons for.

I just deal poker.

And give advice.

Good advice.

Chance just doesn'’t want you getting involved in anything--

[horse neighs]

[screams]

Move it inside, Sodbuster, we break her neck.

Come on. Hold him, boys.

Let the lady go.

Lady? Lady?

Sodbuster.

If she'’s anything like her sister, she ain'’t a lady.

I guarantee it.

You are the lowest form--

Get up, get up!

What do you think, Honey?

This is a better show than the Del Star, huh?

Don'’t even water the booze.

Get up, get up!

Hold him, boys! Hold him, boys.

Oh, you'’re fired up now, huh?

[Rebekah] Let go of me!

I saved your life today.

That you did. That you did.

And I thank you for it.

But you saw something

you shouldn'’t have seen, Sodbuster.

That'’s me.

And there'’s only room for one lawman in this town.

No! [screams]

And I reckon even JT don'’t have no use

for a lawman with just one eye!

Where are the dusters and the hoods?

You'’re a little underdressed.

Mr. Shannon ain'’t gonna be too happy about this.

You ain'’t gonna be too fond of it either.

Chance!

Ta'’shine, no.

[gunshot blares]

This was in Lyons'’ saddlebag?

Took it off myself.

See this jagged tear?

So what?

I saw that same jagged edge the night the stage

was held up.

Come with me.

Was I involved?

You ought to be arresting your man

for murdering my top hand.

Or should I get John Boone to do it?

No, come off it, Del.

Boone'’d tell you

to go to hell, just like I would.

We both know Lyons was filth.

The question is, were you behind it?

In on robbing my own payroll?

Why the hell would I do something like that?

I don'’t know.

That'’s why I always figured you weren'’t involved.

Well, don'’t stop now.

Lyons wasn'’t running Mr. Brax Office Property

in his own authority.

You put him up to it.

Is that right?

Now, you been around how long?

About a week?

And all of a sudden,

you are a range detective?

Leave Mr. Shannon alone, Kirby.

Since when is this your business?

It seems your brother

wants to take over

Mr. Lyons'’ position in my organization.

I don'’t believe you.

I told you I came out west to find my fortune, Kirby.

Mr. Shannon'’s gonna help me find it.

This is about Rebekah, isn'’t it?

Leave my sister'’s name out of this, you stupid cowboy.

Or do you think your brother'’s just with me

'’cause he can't have what he really wants?

That'’s not what I meant, Rachel.

Get outta here.

I said get outta here!

[JT] He'’s a good man, Del.

Boone and I best not find you'’re behind this.

You won'’t.

Is that because you'’re innocent?

Or just because you figure we'’re not up to it?

Take your pick, Sheriff.

Take your pick.

Go now, whoa! Ho.

JT?

Guess what? We made it.

No robbery. First time in six weeks.

Well, that'’s great, Johnny.

Got the mail too. Here you go.

Folks are gonna be mighty hungry for it.

Thank God.

Maybe we'’ll finally have that letter from Mother.

Here you go, Violet.

This is addressed to Mr. Ellis Potter

at the mining office.

Looks like our curse is broken.

You best give it to that new fella.

Shepard is his name.

Yes, sir. I'’ll see to it right away.

Let'’s go.

Yah!

Mail and payroll got through. No problem.

Looks like you may have been right.

Telegraph arrived for Marshall Boone.

War department'’s

gonna issue warrants for Hobbs and his men.

You don'’t look like that'’s good news.

Miss Sarah says that Roy wants to take Kathleen today.

Well, Boone'’s on the way with the warrants.

Ain'’t much we can do till then.

I could take '’em up to my place till Marshall gets here.

Well, reckon you could at that.

I'’ll take that, Violet.

But driver says to give it to Mr. Jed.

I always handle the mail, Violet, you know that.

Yes, sir. But he said.

That'’s okay, Matt. I'’ll take it.

What with the robberies,

this is the first mail we'’ve had in six weeks.

That so?

Why don'’t you let me

take care of that, Jed?

Ellis always liked me to handle the mail.

That'’s okay, I'll get to it in a moment.

Griff?

How would a couple of your hound hoots here

like to make themselves some traveling money?

[horse neighs]

Why, hello, Miss Rebekah.

I was wondering if there was someplace we could go to talk.

You didn'’t tell me you were bringing lunch.

Well, the way to a man'’s heart...

is to be honest.

Though cooking never hurts.

[laughs]

Chance, about last night--

There'’s nothing to explain.

You made your choice and I made mine.

What do you mean?

Me and Rachel.

Didn'’t you already know?

Chance, you can'’t be with Rachel.

You sound like Kirby.

Why can'’t the two of you just accept

Rachel'’s the love of my life?

Love? I should hardly think so.

Okay.

So it ain'’t love.

She'’s just great in the sack.

Hey, girlie.

Ain'’t you supposed to be picking cotton?

Or are you too busy taking jobs away

from good white folk?

Or sashaying around town pretending you'’re good as us?

Y'’all leave me alone.

Or my pappy'’ll come to town and whip you good.

Let me go! Uh!

[horse whinnies]

Expecting your pappy'’s a lot more used to

the other end of this whip.

My pappy wasn'’t no slave.

Wasn'’t ever no slave. He'’s a free man.

What'’d he do? Sell your brother and sister?

Or leap off the ship and keep running.

See here, you men.

Let her go.

Will you look at the fancy Yankee.

Come to free the slaves like your skinny-ass Abe Lincoln.

You remember what happened to him last month, don'’t you?

Got what he deserved.

Mr. John Booth, Yankee. Patriot.

John Booth was a despicable coward.

That make us cowards too, Yankee?

If the boot fits, wear it.

Jed! Mr. JT! Sheriff!

Help. Sheriff.

[horse whinnies]

Mr. JT!

You men stop this.

Let her go. Let her go!

Where'’d you men get those weapons?

Oh, these?

Reckon we got '’em from your old friends

down at the saloon.

Or maybe they weren'’t your friends after all.

They don'’t like you very much down there, Sheriff.

You men hand over those weapons before somebody gets hurt.

Someone. Someone like you.

Maybe we'’d better let it go.

Let it go? Not till you apologize, Yankee.

Not till you crawl over here

and lick the dirt off my boot.

Clear out of here, Mr. Shepard.

You can'’t take us all, lawman.

You see what you'’re missing?

I don'’t know what I ever saw in you.

[Violet] Miss Rebekah!

Miss Rebekah.

Your father'’s hurt bad.

You need to come quick.

Dad.

Dad!

Daddy?

JT? JT, stay in the buggy.

Rebekah. Rebekah!

We gotta get these men to my office.

Rebekah, what--

Where were you?

Where were you?

Ladies, please hush up.

We got two men here threatenin'’ their death.

Now, if you'’re gonna stay here, you gotta help me.

What do you want us to do?

Whoa.

Where'’s Kathleen?

We hid her last night in the old smokehouse.

She'’s probably still inside.

Where'’s Kathleen?

I'’ll handle the rest.

Roy, please! Let Kathleen go.

Sarah and I promise, we'’ll do anything you want.

You had your chance last night, woman.

Roy, please.

You had to go to the law.

[screams]

You deserve to hang!

If so,

you'’re gonna miss it.

[gunshot echoes]

Let'’s get this jerk down the well.

I ain'’t too fond of sticking around.

Oh!

You are a filthy, rotten human being, Roy!

I hear Ellis calling you home.

[screams]

[gunshots blare]

What are their chances, Doctor?

Most men back shot like this'’d be dead by now.

But your father'’s in fairly decent physical shape.

And that helps, believe me.

And JT here is tougher than rawhide.

What does that mean, back shot?

Well, the bullet enters the back and there'’s a small hole,

and comes out in front.

I thought they were in a gunfight.

There'’s no telling

about a gunfight, Ma'’am.

Especially in this town.

My God.

Who did this?

Those men who came in last night--

No, please.

Those men will be gone soon.

Are they gonna make it, Doc?

It'’s like drawing to an inside straight.

Who'’s winning?

Reckon it ain'’t you.

You know about this in advance?

Why don'’t you ask your girlfriend?

I'’ve got myself one hell of an alibi.

I didn'’t ask you if you did it. Did you know about it?

No.

Leave him alone.

That'’s your own father, Miss Rachel.

My father'’s been sticking his nose in other people'’s business.

Saving a young black woman'’s life.

Ain'’t that how we all got into this?

On the nose, brother Chance.

You Yankees could just not leave well enough alone.

Everybody was happy.

Everybody knew their place.

I got nothing against the negroes.

They'’s as good as three-fifths of a person

as you gonna find.

I just don'’t want 'em voting or owning businesses.

Or mixing where they don'’t belong.

War'’s over, Greg. You lost.

How naive are you, friend?

That argument is gonna last 100 years.

Maybe it'’s time to go, little brother?

Are you saying that I'’ve gotta pick a side?

Uh-uh. I like it right here.

You wasting your air, Griff.

Kirby here has never mastered the art

of saying the right thing.

Big brother has to actually go and do the right thing.

Nearly got the boy killed in Chancellorsville.

And Vicksburg.

Hmm, perhaps today is his lucky day.

Keep the faith, Rebekah.

[screams]

You stick your head outside, you son of a bitch,

I'’ll blow her head off.

[door opening]

Hello, Mr. Elden.

I'’d like to ask you

a few questions.

Of course, son.

Take a seat.

How'’s Jedediah?

He'’s not doing too good.

I'’m sorry to hear that.

Seemed like a good man.

Yes, sir.

It'’s part of what almost got him killed.

Ah, yes.

The young lady. That'’s bad.

I'’m hoping you might clear something up for me.

Be glad to.

I'’d like to take another look at that mineral plot

you showed me yesterday.

Of course.

Here you go.

This...

is the mining plot for my deed.

If you notice,

the legend on your map is upside-down.

I see.

Which means that this silver vein

is actually running south through Mr. Brax'’s claim.

Across into Ellis Potter'’s

and into my own.

Now, if we'’re dead

or run off our land,

these claims revert back to your bank, Mr. Elden.

And to you.

Well, isn'’t that something?

I know you didn'’t do it alone, Mr. Elden.

Del Shannon and Lyons

were in on it with you.

Did Shannon kill Ellis Potter?

Or did you?

I'’m afraid that was Del's doing.

You see, Ellis discovered the government'’s error one night.

A lot of mistakes were made in Washington during the war.

The emphasis was on war maps.

And as to the rest of it--

Well--

The stage holdups weren'’t for the money at all.

It was just to stop the mail.

Keep the sheriff and the land agent

from getting those new maps.

At least until Mr. Brax was dead

and Mr. Potter was back in Virginia.

Which leaves only you, Mr. Scott.

You ever kill anybody, Mr. Elden?

Can'’t say that I have.

It'’s not that easy.

Ooh, I think I'’ll get the hang of it.

[gunshots blare]

Deputy, are you in there?

Come out and we'’ll go easy on you.

Looks like we got a gift for you, Deputy.

Come out and we'’ll let her go.

Don'’t, Kirby. They'’ll kill us both!

I'’m a man of my word, Deputy.

Show yourself,

and she'’ll be okay.

Let her go.

You go to hell!

Let her go. He'’s the one we want.

[Kirby] Let her go.

Let her go.

Please stop.

Please, there'’s been enough killing.

There ain'’t never enough killing.

Kirby.

Get inside the saloon.

No.

Please. With Chance.

Go. Go.

Chance, you have to do something.

Kirby made his bed.

And he'’ll lie in it alone.

Please, somebody do something.

Please!

Make your move, Deputy.

Or Roy Hobbs'’ll make it for you.

[gunshots blare]

[horse neighs]

Get in here. Are you crazy?

Time to face the music, Roy.

Only music'’s gonna be playing over your grave, Deputy.

Nobody outguns Roy Hobbs, Sodbuster.

Your time will come.

But not today.

[horse neighs]

Kirby!

Mr. Shannon, I'’m afraid you're gonna have to come with me.

With you?

Hell, you'’re half dead.

You were behind all of this.

Mr. Brax'’s death,

the mining claims,

the stage holdups.

Now, even if all that were true,

all your witnesses are dead.

Son, you got any idea how many guns I got here against you?

Nice to see you boys again.

Why don'’t you count your blessings

and get the hell outta here?

I oughta warn you, Del.

Kirby ain'’t half bad with his left hand either.

[Kirby] I'’m arresting you for the attempted murder

of both the Sheriff and Mr. Jedediah Shepard.

You'’re loco, son.

Half the town saw them four Rebs gun them down.

They were back shot.

And I bet I don'’t need to look too far

to find some witnesses.

I saw him.

Shut up.

They waited until the fight started.

And then Griff here opened fire on JT and the new land agent.

I'’m gonna have to dock your pay for that.

You know, your brother can be a real pain in the ass.

Men, y'’all know

how many of our close friends and associates

were sent to their reward by Mr. Scott here.

A year'’s salary

to the first man who sends Mr. Scott

to his.

You can'’t do this. The whole town will know.

I built this town!

And no Yankee, Reb,

or lawman, or war, for that matter'’s, gonna take this

away from me!

Let'’s go, Shannon.

You too, Griff.

Clint?

I believe it'’s your deal.

Kirby!

Chance!

Step away from him.

No.

Step away from him!

No. It'’s over.

I'’ll be the judge of that.

Boone.

Stay out of this, old man.

Time we settled old scores, Del.

Why not?

Wipe the slate clean.

My thoughts exactly.

[cocks gun]

Time to go, folks.

Ready, Mr. Scott?

As I'’ll ever be.

Everything in order, Jed?

Tashi'’ne here is the rightful owner

of Brax'’s land.

And Kirby gets those under his land as well.

Looks like when that arm heals, you may be a wealthy man.

I'’ve got all I need right here.

Am I missing the double wedding?

Not yet.

Right now Chance and I want to see

what'’s a little further west.

Not much for settling down. That'’s more Kirby's style.

We'’ll see.

You gonna stick around and be a deputy, Mr. Scott?

I reckon I could help out once in a while.

If I'’m not in the way.

I'’ll be sure that he does.

I'’m glad to hear it.

You know, I'’m not gonna be around forever.

Someday maybe you'’ll be after my job.

I think I'’ll stick a little closer to home.

I'’ll see you folks in the by-and-by.

Light'’s getting yellow, Chance.

Bye, big brother.

Don'’t be a stranger.

Oh, we'’ll be back.

Besides, you'’re gonna be a rich man.

Can'’t play poker with the dead.

I'’m gonna miss them.

A lot.

[speaking native language]

Go with God, brother.

Go with God.