All language subtitles for 2022_Butchers Crossing_-en

-Dear Father,

I'm sure you know by now

I decided to leave Harvard
and travel west.

I hope to find
a stronger purpose

and more meaning in my life.

Expand my understanding
of the world beyond Boston.

It's something
that I need to do.

You may not understand this...

...but I hope
you can accept it.

I will be back before winter.

With love...

...William.

-Two bits extra if you
want water brought up.

Be here long?

-I'm not sure.

Sir, do you know where
I can find a J.D. McDonald?

-You here for business?
-No, sir.

-Well, if you follow the road
to the end of town,

you'll see his shack.

-That is impressive.

-That ain't nothing.

You're better off chopping wood.

-$4 a hide?

-These ain't prime.

-Says who?

-The market!

That's who, goddamn it!

You want to be a hide man,
you ought to go do it yourself!

Now, go on and kill
some more buff,

or someone else will!

Trudy Maloney.

Ah, Maloney.

Robert C. Hansen.

Eva Marshall.

Solomon.

-Sir.

-Come back tomorrow!

-My name is William Andrews,
sir.

I reckon you don't
remember me, huh?

-Goddamn it,
if I'd remembered you,

I'd have said something
when you first came in!

-My --

My father is Edward Andrews,
sir.

He is the minister of
the Unitarian Church in Boston.

We took you in
about 14 years ago.

You come out looking for work.

Here, I-I-I saved your letters.

All of them.

-Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

-My father spoke of you often.

-I wasn't anyone
for him to speak of.

-I think he admired you
because you were

the only man he knew
who came out here

and made a life for himself.

-Hmm!

That's right!

That's right!

I did 400,000 buffalo hides
last year,

and it's just the start.

I send out parties,
they bring in the hides.

I plan on doing my own curing
and tanning...

...right here, do it all myself!

Your father's a Harvard man.

Shouldn't you be in school?

-I-I went,
but I'm just not interested

in that kind of education.

-Want a job!

God knows I can't keep up!

I'm already two months behind!

-I didn't come out here
for that.

I want --

Well, what is it, boy?!

-Uh...
-Spit it out, already!

-I would like to see as much
of the country as I can.

Get to know it?

Uh, maybe you could send me out

with one of your
hunting parties, sir.

-Boy, I won't be responsible.

You start going out
with those men, it'll ruin you.

It'll get in you,
like buffalo lice.

You'll be rotten
from the inside!

-I'm sorry to have bothered you,
Mr. McDonald.

-You got it all figured out!

-No, sir, I-I don't have
anything figured out.

- Hell was I?

What are you talking about?

-Hup, hup, hey!
Whoo!

-Didn't have no business
being there in the first place.

-Excuse me, sir, um,

I-I believe, uh,
I saw you earlier today.

-What can I do for you?

-I would like to go

on a hunt, sir.

-Ain't no tours around here.

-Not a tour.

A hunt.

I can be helpful and, um...

-I'm listening.

-...around the camp.

I'm a rather quick study.

Uh --

-This here's Charley Hoge.

He's my camp man.

-Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hoge.

-Put 'er there.

-Don't mind Charley, son.

It's just his idea of fun.

-Have a seat.

-Francine'll get the drinks.

-Hi.
-How do you do?

-Why don't you tie up with one
of McDonald's parties?

-Mr. McDonald and I
don't see it the same way.

-McDonald's a crook.

We do the work.
He takes all the money.

I work for myself,
or I don't work.

-Miller don't work for nobody.

-Things are changing
around here.

Used to be you could get
1,000 head

in just a couple of weeks
of hunting.

Now, the herds have scattered.

It's getting harder
to make a real kill.

But there are still places
that they can be found.

-Huh.

What kind of places?

-I can trust you, boy?

-Yes.
Yes, sir.

-In the fall of '64,
I was trapping beaver

up in the Colorado Territory.

Took my mule
up into the mountains

to find some bear,

and I came upon a place
where the mountain

dropped off sharp into a valley
that wound in and out.

I had a feeling no man had ever
been there before.

There was buffalo.

Scattered all over
like a great black sea.

Fall fur, but thicker
and better than a winter

for all the plains grazers.

Maybe 10,000 head.

-That's the country
of the devil.

Charley lost that hand
up in the Rockies.

He -- He ain't liked
mountain country since.

-Hellfire and ice.
Ain't no place for human man.

-Why haven't you
gone back since?

I haven't been able
to get together

the right kind of party for it.

-What kind, uh, do you need?

-The kind where it'll be
my hunt.

-Right.

Could you get a party up,
this late in the year, yeah?

-I could.

But I need about $500
or $600 to do it.

-Uh...

...that's about all I got.

-Now, you know

McDonald's guys can go out

and bring in small load
after small load,

but this will be one
of the biggest hauls

anyone has ever seen.

A hunt like this happens once
in a lifetime.

You wasting my time, son?

-No. No, sir.

-Good.
-Alright.

Good.

-Now all we need is a skinner,

and we're going to need
a good one

because he's going to have
to break you in.

- Here's to it.

-Whoo!

-Mr. Andrews.

Let's go.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Oh!

-You -- You have such
a nice place here.

-I have the only rug in town.

-I think you're

really nice, um,

and very nice-looking, uh.

-Are you ashamed of me?

-No, I just --

I've never met a lady
like you before.

-You're very young.

All the men here are old
and hard.

But for now, you're...

...young and soft.

-Huh.

-Will, what's wrong?

- I can't.

Sorry.

-Will, this here's
Fred Schneider.

He's a hell of a skinner.

-My God.

Hello, lady.

-Hello to you.

-Goddamn.

You're something special.

-Alright, go on, now, Francine.

We got some business

to talk about.
-Mm-hmm.

-Thank you.

Where we going?

-Colorado Territory.

You ain't said nothing
about no mountain country.

-That's what I wanted
to show you.

The land's nearly level,
right up to where we're going.

-It's too much of a gamble.

Be gone two or three months,

you might have nothing
to show for it.

-Fred, I have a real herd
staked out.

We won't be gone longer
than six weeks.

-There's real herds 30,
40 miles from here.

-Their hides are thin as paper!

This will be big!

Make more money than you'll know
what to do with.

Well, at least I ain't
completely wasted my time.

'Cause that's about
the prettiest whore I ever saw,

and I've seen a good many
fucking whores.

-Fred, you've worked
with me before.

You know I wouldn't lead you
into something

that wasn't good.
You hear me?

-I know for a fact

that you ain't been
out in that country

for eight or nine years.

Nobody else would go with you.

That's the only reason
you're talking to me.

-That's just fine, then.

There's a couple of skinners
staying at the bunkhouse.

I'll go see them in the morning.

-Calm down.

Goddamn.

I'll do it,
but I ain't taking no shares.

Taking no chances.

I'll take $60 a month straight.

That starts the day
we leave here

and it ends the day we get back.

-You think you're the first one

Miller tried
to get in on this deal?

He's been talking
about that herd so long,

everyone thinks he made it up!

You can still back out.

Miller will be mad,
but he won't make no trouble.

He's a damn good hunter...

...but he's never
had a big kill.

-But -- But I've given him

my word.
-Christ! I'll send you out

with one of my parties.

You won't be gone more
than three, four days!

-No, no, thank you, sir.

I just wanted
to let you know my plans.

-You don't listen to a word
a man says.

-Wow!

Look at that!

Amazing!

-That's just a little,
itty-bitty herd.

Ain't never seen a herd
so little in the old days.

-I've stood in a place
like this.

All you could see was black.

A hundred thousand buffalo,
packed in so tight,

you could walk on their backs.

You'll see them again,
like we used to.

-I ain't got my hopes
up too high.

Hard up.

-That was before
you found the Lord.

-I'm going to go back
to the wagon

and blow my fucking brains out.

What you got there
is saddle rot.

You better let it have some air.

That'll creep up to your balls,

make 'em swell like grapefruits.
No bullshit.

-It'll take
some getting used to.

Couple days of riding,
you'll be alright.

-What's that?

-Buffalo hunters.

Probably one
of McDonald's outfits.

They're going too fast.

Can't have many hides.

Ain't worth a damn.

Nothing out here but stragglers.

Worthless living.

-If all you got's stragglers,

then you hunt the stragglers,
don't you?

-♪ I went upon a spree ♪

♪ With money at last,
I spent it fast ♪

♪ And got drunk
as drunk can be ♪

♪ And when me money
all was gone ♪

-Where are we going?

-Leaving the trail.

-If you want to resupply,
how are we going to do that,

if not at Fort Wallace?

-There's a new outpost
in the foothills.

-That's Indian Country
to the north.

You're going to cut us
right through it!

-That's a fact, Fred,
but there's no way around it.

- Son of a bitch.

He's going to get us killed.

-My father's a minister.

-Well, I'll be, boy.

I was saved by a traveling
preacher in Kansas City.

-There's the outpost,
straight ahead.

-He's the one
who gave me the Book,

opened me up to God,
and kept me from the devil.

So, you're a God-fearing man
yourself.

-Why fear God?

-You don't know?

I guess you don't know.

You'll see.

You'll see.

- They cut the poor
bastard's balls off.

-They don't like hunters.

Savages.

-You wanted Indians,
here's your Indians.

-We need water.

-We're low ourselves.

Where you folks come from?

-We're lost.

We got separated from our party.

-They don't look well.
-Should've known the land

before heading out.

-We need help.

-I don't mind.

-Stop.
-Please.

-Head south here till you hit
the Smokey Hill Trail.

Fort Wallace is 60 miles west.

Get your hands off that rifle.

Will.

-God ain't got no mercy
for the foolhardy.

-Where we going, Miller?

-North.

We're bound to hit water tonight
or early in the morning.

-Shit, this is a big country
out here.

We're not bound to do anything.

How long has it been
since you was out here?

-There's water for a body
who knows where it is, Fred.

-It ain't too late
to turn south.

Day, day and a half,
we'll run into the Arkansas.

-That'd put us
more than a week off.

I know this country, Fred.

-You don't know it so well,

you don't get lost in it,
do you?

Goddamn it.

I got half a mind
to cut outta here on my own.

We're damn near out of water.
-You won't make it.

You don't know this country.

Now, there's no need
to get in a panic.

I'll get you water.
I'll get you water,

if I have to dig for it myself.

-Will!

What do you say?
It's your money.

-We made it this far.

L-Let's stick with Miller.

-Come on.

-You don't look like you ever
been thirsty a day in your life.

Not real thirsty.

You ain't hoping to find water
like that, I hope.

- Okay.

Okay, okay.

Keep the swelling down.

-I don't think they'll last
another day.

-Let's get the animals moving.

We stop now,

we'll never start again.

- We're not going
to make it another day

unless we find water.

Miller!

Why fear God?

I hope to find
a stronger purpose...

Miller!
...meaning...

in my life.

-Miller!

-You'll see.

You'll see.

-Will.

Aah!
-Oh! Oh.

-You disappear in this country,
you're gone!

Ah! Get up there!
Hup! Hup!

Oi, get up there now!

-Ah! Ah! Ah!

-Get up there!

-There it is!

Just beyond that peak.

-And push!

-Push!

That's it.

The air's thin up here.

You got to move easy, alright?

Push!

-Push.

-You can only see a small part
of it from here.

-I'll be damned.

-And by some buffalo.

-My God.

Whoo!

Aah!

This is God, Charley!

This is God!

Easy does it, young fella.

-Charley, this is
what I wanted to see.

Whoo!

- Well, that was a hell
of a trip.

-Wasn't so bad.

"Wasn't so bad."

Son of a bitch.

He said it wasn't so bad.

How about you, Mr. Andrews?

Did you get your money's worth?

- Well, Fred, you know,
we're here, so, yeah.

-Goddamn!

You are about as much fun
as a one-legged whore.

One-legged and one-armed.

Shit, I gotta piss.

It wasn't so bad.
-Dirty, filthy son of a whore.

He's got the taint in him.

-He's tough on the nerves,
Charley,

but we'll have to tolerate him.

-I do, um, I do have a question.

Why?

Hunting buffalo.

I mean, it's clearly dangerous,
hard work, uh,

there's no guarantee
of a payoff, and...

there's many other ways
to make a living, so,

why?

There's a way
to killing buffalo.

Through the lungs
is the best shot,

if you're meeting them head-on.

But if you're coming
from the side,

aim just below the shoulder.

Heart shot.

-You got to get the

leader of the herd, first.

You can't tell
just from looking.

Something you gotta

feel.

You can never know
what a buff is thinking.

All a man can do is just plow
into them,

kill them when he can,

and not try

to figure anything out.

You think too much,
you get yourself into trouble.

They can hear and smell us
at distance,

so we stay downwind.

Wind's just right.

At distance,

bit of wind will push
or pull it a foot or more.

See the big one with the scars?

Hide ain't worth a damn.

That's the leader.

-Wow.

You missed.

-I didn't miss.

A heart shot buffalo will go
100 yards sometimes

before it falls.

We got the leader,

so they won't run so far
the next time.

That there's the one
they're following now.

Through the lungs.
Watch.

I got them.

By God!

I've got them buffaloed.

Run back to the camp.
Gave me a fresh rifle

and more cartridges.

Bring back a bucket of water.
Get!

-Those darn buffalo,

they just stand there
and they let him shoot them.

-Yeah, but I never seen it
so fast.

-You better hope
they run pretty quick,

else we'll be skinning
all night.

-The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away.

He taketh away and, if you're
lucky, He giveth back again.

-How many we get?

-Clean 'er out.
She's getting caked inside.

-Damn it!

A lick shy.

Think about what a bump's
going to do,

and you get yourself
into trouble.

I could've had the whole herd!

-Your head?

-The whole herd!

-Ah.

It was a big stand, huh?

-I never had bigger.

You and Fred start skinning now.

He's going to need your help.

Aah!

-This cutting edge,
that'll last you all day,

almost,
without having to resharpen.

You can see here
how thick that gets.

Getting through that's
a bitch.

Things start coming across.

Don't happen quick.

I always keep the balls.

Those are good eatin'
and put starch in your pecker.

-And we start coming
off of here.

Give this to Charley.

It'll keep us from getting sick.

-O Lord!

Do you deliver us from evil?

Come get it.

Come get it.

-Miller, um,

what was Charley doing earlier,

with the powder?

-It's wolf poison.

That was strychnine
he was using.

He does that, we won't have
any trouble with wolves.

He thinks wolves are the devil
himself, Charley does.

-And the -- the rock circle?

-Oh.
-What was that?

-These are all
Indian burial grounds.

I chose a sacred place to camp.

-So, we're not the first

to hunt this herd,
after all, then.

-Those Indians have been hunting
these here buffalo for ages.

But times are changing.

Ain't that right, Charley?

-Amen.

Oh, nothing,
no thing is permanent.

The eyes of our Lord are upon us
from the very beginning of time

to the end of days.

Ain't that right?

-Miller,

how do you know Fred?

-He's -- He's a --
He's a savage desperado.

He's like a damn bandito,
isn't he?

Don't trust him, far as I could
pick him up and throw him.

-Why would you hire him, then?

-It's hard to find a skinner

who ain't had a brush
with the law.

Makes a good hand,
works hard, works fast.

Most don't run their mouths off
quite like him.

- Boo!

-Did you have to do that
so loud?!

My ears are still ringing
from the rifle.

-I was getting damn sick
of your cooking, Hoge.

Oh!

All a body needs now is
a woman.

-It's carnal temptation of the
woman's flesh that'll getcha.

- You saying you ain't never had
a woman, Charley?

Huh?

Well, I guess you still got one
good arm to pull your pecker.

Ah, shit.

You remember that little whore,
back in Butcher's?

What was her name?

-Francine.

-Francine, that's right.

That's a damn pretty whore.

-Eh, Jezebel, shit-ass whore.

Work of the devil
is what it is.

-That's the first thing I'm
going to do when I get back --

see old Francine.

I reckon she's pretty
heated up for you, Will,

way she was looking at you.

-I didn't notice that.

-No?

You didn't notice?

You sure as shit noticed.

Well, how was she?

Give us all the details.

Was she your first?

You ain't even had her.

Look at him.

That's the finest piece of tail
I ever saw.

He ain't even had her.

-That's enough, Fred.

Out here, thinking
about what you can't have

will drop you off your feed.

-Ah, lighten up, Miller.

What else are we going to talk
about out here, killing animals?

Not when young Will here's
in love.

Shit.

Well,

I can't wait to get back
to St. Louis myself.

-Women, pocketful of money,

some good eats.
-You like it too high, Fred.

You like it too high.

-Yeah, too high.

I'll be damned, too high.

-I know you.

-This ain't no living, out here.

Ripping hides off dead animals
in the middle of nowhere.

Hell no.

-Alright, just breathe easy
and don't overthink it.

Good.

-Miller.

Miller, there's no sense
shooting more

than we can skin.

-Miller.

Now, I told you before that I'm
not skinning stiff buff.

I told you that.

-I'll help with the skinning,
if need be, but help you or not,

you will skin them, Fred.

You'll skin them
if they're bloated.

You'll skin them
if they're froze.

You'll skin them if you have
to pry their hides off

with a goddamn crowbar!

Fred, when you crawl
away from here,

you crawl away quietly.

These buffalo spook,

I'll shoot you.

-Goddamn it.

-Give me a fresh one.

You know, the Indians used
to use this bone

for just about everything.

Everything from needles
to war clubs

and make a knife
out of it so sharp,

it'd split you right in two.

Toys for the little ones
and combs for the women.

I've seen necklaces carved
so pretty out of this stuff,

you'd think it was made
in St. Louis.

Goddamn waste.

We don't belong out here.

-God's always watching you.

Wherever you go,
there He is, watching you.

Here.

This will clean you out.

Drink it.

Drink it!

Miller!

Miller!

-Getting damn sick
of buffalo meat.

Damn sick of it.

Hey, goddamn it!

You hear me?!

I said I'm sick
of buffalo meat!

We've been here three weeks.

That's a week longer than
we were supposed to be here.

Whaddya say we pack it
out of here tomorrow?

Nights are getting cold.

There ain't no telling
what the weather's going to do

this time of year.
Isn't that right, Charley?

-Leave Charley alone.

-Miller, goddamn it.

Even if we stay,

how are we going to get
all them hides back?

-We load what we can now,

come back in the spring
and pack out the rest.

-I know what that means.

That means you want to stay here

until you wiped out
the whole herd.

-It's my party.

-You can't kill
every goddamn buffalo

in the whole goddamn country!

-Eat some buffalo meat!

-You're a goddamn lunatic!

-Miller, I --

Miller.

He's right.

We've been here long enough.

How many more
are you going to get?

-When we're done, we'll sure
have something to show for it.

-We have something to show.

We got enough.

Miller.

What are we still doing
out here?!

-I'm out here to hunt buffalo,

haul back their hides,
and sell them.

Think you can step on my head?

You can...

...take your 2,000 pounds
and try to

crush my skull in?

Now, you're all going to die.

I'm not fucking smiling.

Trying to get out of the valley.
I need some help.

-Well, there ain't
but 200 of them left.

Why don't you let them go?

-Get on your horse.

Will, get on your horse.

I'll head down valley 200 yards.

All you have to do is stay here,
quiet, and don't spook 'em.

-Do buffalo ever go crazy?

-Yah!

Hyah!

-Miller!

Do buffalo ever go crazy?!

-Easy, easy, now.

-Goddamn it, Will!

Stop!

Goddamn it, Will!

-Go! Go!

Get outta here!
Leave!

Leave!

Miller!

Miller!

Miller!

-You damn fool!

You scattered them!

Is it worth your fucking life?!

Aaah!

Aaaaaaah!

You goddamn fool!

-What happened?
-Scared my bison!

Now, we'll be here another week
longer or more.

Damn, let's go.

-You said it'd be alright.

You said we'd get out
before the snow comes.

-Let the animals
lead us back to camp.

Come on.

-I told you I didn't want
to come.

I told you.

-Hey!
We need cover!

She's coming in fast!

-Step up!

Will!

Help me drag this hide.

Fred!
Get over here!

-No!

-Have you gone crazy, Fred?!

-I'm taking care of myself!

-You've never been through
one of these blizzards!

-Oh, leave me alone, goddamn it!

I know what to do.

Will.

-As quietly as you can.

The more you move around,
the more likely you are

to get froze.

You alright, boy?

-Yeah.

-Jesus Christ!

Can't see a fucking thing.

Oh.

Oh.

Hit my fingers,

and my feet are damn near froze.

Oh!

-I'll wake Charley and...

...we'll head back to camp.

Get a fire going.

I'll take a look at that pass.

Unh!

-Well, how'd it look?

Huh? How'd it look?
-Ah!

Drink.

We're snowed in good.

I couldn't get within
a half mile of that pass.

-I told you sons of bitches
we had to get out of here.

You didn't listen to me,
and now,

look what you've gotten us into.
Goddamn it!

-How long will we have
to be here?

-We're here
until that pass thaws,

which won't be until spring.

-What?

Spring?

-Six months, at the least;

eight months, at the most, so.

Might as well dig in good
and get ourselves set

for a long wait.
-Unh-unh.

Not this feller here, huh-unh.

No, this feller here's going
to get himself out.

-If you can find a way, Fred,
you go to it.

-Is the pass the only way out?

-Unless you want to walk up
over them mountains.

-What's wrong with that?!
-You can't live off the land

in the high country
in the winter.

-We should at least try it!

We have to try it!

-You ever try
to wait out a storm

on the side of a mountain?

You wouldn't last an hour.

Especially you.

-Well, it's a chance.
I'll take it!

-There ain't nothing between
here and Denver, Fred!

And Denver's a long way off!

-Well, pick me out
some landmarks, goddamn it!

I'll -- I'll find it on my own!

-We need to get a fort set up
before nightfall.

-Fuck it.

I'll sit here on my

fat ass

and I'll collect my $60 a month.

And I want my money.

You better get that belt out
and give me that money.

-I trusted you.

-It'll be alright, Charley.

-"It'll be alright, Charley."

I'm cold, is all.

It's just that I'm cold.

Any-Anybody, anybody.

I fell asleep a little

and they throw my ass out
in the cold?

They can burn in hell.

-No buffalo.

-We ain't got much meat left,

and the flour's ruined.

We got one more sack of beans.

-We ain't too high to find game.

I'll go out tomorrow
and get us something.

Ow!
-You see the stock?

-Oh, yeah.

They made it through, with luck.

-With luck.
-Fred, I swear, you ain't got

a cheerful bone in your body.

You got no call to complain.

-I got call,
and you know I got call.

How's about a little story?

It says here,
in the beginning there was

the heavens and the earth.

And it also says the heavens...
-That's my Book!

-...she was formless.

-That ain't yours!
That's mine!

Give it back,
you little cocksucker!

-Now, Charley,
is this the kind of God

that you believe in, huh,

one that does bullshit
like this?

-You get your greasy,
thieving hands off --

-That's enough!

-Here's your Book right there.

-No! Oh!

Oh, shit.

-I'll get you another Book
when we get back, Charley.

-Blasphemer!

Bleeding blasphemer!

-I can't hear what you're
saying, Charley,

but it doesn't sound good.

-Can't you ever shut up?!

-God!

-You got any more
in that pot, Hoge?

Yeah.
-There you go.

Oh, thank you, Charley.

-Okay, Fred?

-Something ain't right.

I got the stomach of a buff.

Hey!

Hey!

You want to die out here?

Is that what you want, huh?

Look at me.

Miller's gone crazy.

He's crazy.

He ain't even here.

And I ain't gonna die
for no fucking buffalo.

You hear me?
I ain't gonna do it.

We can get outta here.

You and --

You and me,

we can slip out at night.

-Will, help me dress this down.

-You goddamn coward.

We can get through.

I went clean through
the other side of the pack.

40, 50 yards of hard pack,

then clean as a whistle
after that.

We can get through it easy.

Well?

Want to get loaded up?

-We aren't taking a chance
on a cave-in!

Get those horses buried

under a couple of tons
of wet snow and then what?

Aren't you even going
to go look?!

-Still got a few days.

We'll wait.

-We're going to wait.

All we've been doing is waiting!

Goddamn it.

Fuck you looking at?

Hmm?

-Hmph.

-Will, come with me.

Let's get more wood.

-What I couldn't figure out --

if we were all eating
the same thing...

...why was I the only one
getting sick?

-I-I-I-I don't know what --
what you're talking about.

Th-That's for the wolves.

-What's that say in your Book,
Charley, about killing?

If you going to kill a man,
you ought to give him

a lethal dose, Charley.

'Cause dying by degrees,
that makes a man suspicious.

Now, suspicion, that ain't
a sin, is it, Charley?

Oh, God!

Ooh.

Ohh.

Help me...

Oh!

Oh!

Help me.

Oh!
Ah-ah-ooh!

-Going somewhere, Fred?

-Ooh.

-He tried to kill me
with wolf poison.

Goddamn snake.

I always knew you were
a coward, Fred.

-He tried to goddamn kill me.

I gotta get outta here, Miller.

I can't stand this anymore.

-If I didn't need your help
getting off this mountain...

How long you think we'll be
getting back to Butcher's?

-Less than a fortnight.
We'll get back quicker

than we came.

-I don't think I'll hardly stop.

Just get some greens on my belly

and slosh it with some whiskey.

See that girl some.

Then I'll be off to St. Louis.

You'll never see me again.

-Hey!

We're too top-heavy, goddamn it!

We're top-heavy as hell,
I'm telling you.

We're not going to make it down.

-If we take it careful,
the axles will hold.

Hold on.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Easy, now, easy.

Easy.

-We're carrying 1,500 hides.

Better than 3,000 back
at the camp.

So, 4,700 in all.

My God, that's better
than $18,000!

I don't ever recall
a hunt being that big.

I'm going to ride
into Butcher's Crossing

with a real load.

Watch their eyes pop
out of their heads.

Hey, Fred!

You thought I was crazy?

You thought I was
fooling around?

You're going to be a rich man!

I asked for $60 a month,
I been getting it.

Fred Schneider takes care
of hisself.

Don't ask nobody for nothing.

Easy, now, easy.

-Step up.

Step up.

- Easy.

Miller, goddamn it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Miller!

Miller!

Aah!

Aaaah!

-Where is everybody?

McDonald.

-Where's McDonald?

McDonald!

-Who's that?!

-What are you doing in here?

-My God!

I'd given you up for dead.

You found your buffalo?

-Biggest kill that ever come
through this territory.

Just like I said it would be.

Ain't you looked around you?

The bottom's dropped
out of the whole market.

The hide business is finished,
for good.

You're finished!

You --
-We had an agreement.

$4 apiece for prime hides,
and I aim to hold you to it.

-I wish you could,
but you can't hold me to nothing

because I got nothing.

If you'd have gotten back
when you were supposed to,

you would've got your money!

Those hides down at the pits
I bought and paid for

when you was in the mountains,

I got 30,000, 40,000,

worth 10 cents apiece!

You want them?!

-Just last year, prime hides...

-That was last year!
-...$4 apiece.

You remember beaver?

When they stopped wearing
beaver hats,

you couldn't give
the skins away.

Looks like everybody who owns
a buffalo rope has one

and nobody wants any more!
-I got

3,000 hides,

winter prime,

cached up in the mountains!

-You don't listen to me,
do you?!

-Miller.

-Will.

You had your hunt.

-Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

-You lost your tail,
just like I told you you would.

Tell me, boy...

...was it worth it?

-I saw what I needed to see,
sir.

Young folk.

Always think there's something
to find out.

Not enough to get a job
and work.

Have to find something bigger.

-For now, you're

young and soft.

- Aaaah!

- He's gone crazy!

What is he doing?!

-Someone get the buckets.

-Worked so hard for this.

I can't believe he's
burning it all down.

-He's burning all the hides!
-Goddamn drunk!

-We got to put this thing out!

-Why doesn't someone
do something?!

My God!

My God!

- Oh!