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Eight years.

Eight years and I don't
recall any of you writin'.

You can't read!

- Where are they, Tobey?
- I don't know.

I didn't come all this way,

wait all those
years to hear that.

I haven't seen 'em
since the war, Holden.

And I'm just a farmer now.

Holden: Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Tobey!

This is an unpardonable
waste of lead!

It's useless!

So, why don't you
just step on out?

Because you'll kill me if I do.

After all this time,
you still don't know me.

I don't wanna kill ya!

I want to talk!

Sorry, Holden,
I just don't believe you.

Believe me,
because if I come for you,

you're dead for sure.

Okay, I'm coming out.

Move into the light.

You look like hell, Tobey.

People'll think you're the one

that spent eight years
in prison, not me.

One more time, where are they?

Guess you were right about me.

Why me?

Don't flatter yourself.

They'll get theirs.

You were just the
one easiest to find.

That's all.

Get it over with.

You're in no position
to ask for favors.

For the last time, Tobey.

Where are they?

Let's go.

This just came for you, Sheriff.

Thanks.

Damn.

This was bound to happen.

- How ya doin'?
- Whoa!

Whoa, ha!

Hey.

Hey, you!

I saw that.

Stop!

Okay, forget it.

Who are you?

Lee Walker.

What do ya want?

Are you Bryce?

Come to help bury your father.

That's a nice weapon.

Got a lot more stopping
power than that shovel.

You expecting a epidemic?

They were like
that when I got here.

He rode with you, right?

He tell ya that?

In passing.

Wasn't a favorite
topic of conversation.

We were business associates,

rode together a long
time before the war.

Can't imagine he'd wanna
be buried way out here.

Well, they wouldn't
let me bury him in town

because of the way he died.

And lived.

- Get in the wagon.
- What for?

Gonna bury him in town.

Listen, I don't want
any trouble...

He's your father!

Get in the wagon!

Look who's comin'.

Hey, boy.

Stop it right there, son.

Hold that wagon.

Just where might
you be going, fella?

Gonna give my friend
a Christian burial.

Well, your friend wasn't
much of a Christian,

and I've told the boy here that.

Now, you just turn
this thing around.

Riding that coffin through town

can spoil a lotta people's day.

Not as much as I'm
gonna spoil yours

if you don't get outta my way.

This man lead a heathen's
life and died a heathen's death.

As mayor of this town,
I'm telling you to turn around

and take him back
where he came from.

Well, I can appreciate the fact

that you don't
wanna look ignorant

in front of all your friends.

And being a Christian,
I can probably forgive you.

But I don't know if he will.

Unless you move your
self-righteous butt,

this heathen rifle's gonna
blow out your candle.

Let's go, kid.

Mayor: Dammit, Conklin!

Ya just stood there!

You're paid plenty!

Not enough to die.

You another one of my
father's business associates?

I guess you could say that.

I have a few questions.

Hmm, well...

I thought I recognized you two.

Damned if I didn't.

Boy, you've aged hard.

These are 10 years old.

We've already been
pardoned for this.

You couldn't get
two bits for it.

You see what kinda
company your daddy kept?

Torrance: Who killed him?

Well, if I were to guess,

I'd probably come up with
a long list of suspects.

Don't guess.

Oh, you want my help?

You make a fool outta me in
front of the mayor and the town,

and now you want my help?

I don't see why I should be
so lathered up to give it.

You can be made worse
things than a fool.

Oh.

Well, maybe you could
do me a little favor.

What?

There's some drunken
herders at the Nugget.

Now, things are
bound to get nasty.

Mayor doesn't want 'em there,
I don't want 'em there.

My deputies have been afflicted
with a streak of yellow.

Now, you solve my problem

and I'll answer your questions.

What kinda law is that?

More law than you deserve.

No.

No, no, no, no.

You boys are so tough,

be unfair advantage to
give you back your guns.

Come on, dance! Dance!

Dance, I said!

Dance, dance!

Dance, yeah!

Gentlemen.

The mayor and the sheriff

are concerned about
your rowdiness.

And I must admit I'm a little
concerned about your manners.

So, at their request,
I'm asking you all

to leave town now, peacefully.

Thank you.

Ain't you Lee Walker?

Yes, sir.

I thought you were dead,
shot down in Amarillo.

Not that I know of.

Well, hell, ya look dead!

So far, you're doing just fine.

That one with you, that's
Jesse Ray Torrance, ain't it?

That's him.

Man: Where's your guns,
old-timers?

Well, we really didn't
think we'd need 'em

just to ask a favor.

You two might a got away
with this 10 years ago.

But from where I'm standing,
you're just two old men.

It could be arranged
you won't be standing.

Not by you two.

Now, you're dumber than
a sack full of rocks.

My friend asked you nice to go.

Now, what?

- You take the left.
- Right.

- No, the left.
- Right.

I said the left!

It looks a lot worse
than it is, kid.

Torrance:
That could be your epitaph.

Ya!

Well, we did
your dirty work for ya.

Conklin: Could be a
friend of yours, wouldn't it?

That who you figured?

He left a message for ya.

He'll be in Almarilla, waiting.

You knew what he
did out at the ranch

and didn't do anything about it?

Now, you two lived on
the wrong side of the law

all your life, don't you
expect any help from it.

Just 'cause you did all
your killin' during the war

and got a pardon for it
don't make it right with me.

At least we know
where the man stands, huh?

Be kind enough to
light this, Sheriff,

if it ain't askin'
too much of the law.

You need a horse.

This your horse?

Gotcha a horse.

Looks like it's gonna be a
pretty nice day after all.

- Let's go!
- Ya!

Why'd you run off, kid?

Bryce: I'd seen enough.

Hell, you missed the best part.

Where ya headed now?

Find whoever killed my father.

Well, since we
know who killed him

and we know where he went

and he's just waiting for
us to follow him down there

so he can kill us, I'd say
we all better go together.

Yeah, I've seen what you are.

I don't wanna be a part of it.

Don't worry about
hurtin' our feelings, kid.

Everybody feels that way.

Is that your daddy's coat?

I've been holding
something for you.

Tobey scribbled in it.

Thought you might want it.

Some of it ain't half bad.

You read it?

Just the parts about me.

I'll go alone.

Hey!

See if you can hit
that branch out there.

Listen, I don't need
to prove anything to you.

You will to Holden.

Just see if you
can hit the tree.

Kid couldn't hit water
if he fell out of a boat.

I can fight, all right?!

I was intercollegiate
heavyweight champ.

And I can ride.

You sure he's Tobey's kid?

You know, knowing he
rode with people like you

makes me wonder.

You know he was ashamed
to talk about it?

And it all comes
back to kill him.

He dies out here trying to
live a different kinda life.

Tobey got killed by a
guy named Holden Bonney,

a guy we used to ride with.

We got tired of robbing
trains and banks

and we heard
we could get a pardon

if we fought for the South,
so we went for it.

Holden didn't go for it.

He wound up in trouble,
got in jail.

He wanted us to bust him out,
and we couldn't do it.

We was in the Army,
and we'd-a got hung for it.

When we got pardoned
and he got jail,

didn't go down too good.

He felt like we were to blame.

Well, he wasn't
too good at figuring.

I don't understand
people like you.

Well, it's all right
not to understand us

and it's all right
not to like us.

But to go after Holden
alone is just stupid.

And if you think that
we're gonna not get even

for what he did to our friend,

that's just out and
out college ignorant.

Tobey: Torrance and Lee and me

just left the ranch at Harden.

Hardest thing I ever had
to do in my whole life.

Sarah looked so
beautiful holding Bryce.

I never saw anything like it.

That baby waved to me just
like I was goin' into town

and comin' back before supper.

Strange how life don't
go the way you plan.

One day, I expect
I'm gonna be farming

with Sarah my whole life.

Instead, I'm ridin' hard
with these fellas again

and missin' her, wonderin'
about all I'm givin' up

just to keep them safe.

Anything in there about me?

Lee: You take the first watch.

Wake me up in a couple hours.

What am I watching for?

Men like us.

The war turned a
bunch of 'em loose,

grabbin' everything
they can get.

Hey, Lee?

My father shoot anybody
when he rode with you?

Nobody that didn't have it
comin', and never in the back.

What the...

Kid, you better
hope he kills me.

Hands where I can see 'em.

This isn't very smart.

I'd say I got the upper hand.

If you're gonna rob me,
at least stand downwind.

- Hector, get their horses.
- All right.

You can't just leave us out
here without horses or guns.

Watch me.

Sleep well, gentlemen!

- I was tired.
- Mm-hmm, sure.

Now, getting up is
admirable, but dumb.

Come on!

Now, this is making me sick.
Don't get up anymore.

Guess that makes me

intercollegiate
heavyweight champion.

Problem.

A lone rider doesn't
always mean a problem.

Everyone out here
where I can see 'em.

Bandit: Gimme my rifle.

Boys, careful!

Cowardly son of a bitch.

Any other heroes?

I want all money,
jewelry, silver,

here, where I can see it.

You, make sure the ladies
don't skip nothin'.

Not too bright, these boys.

Fish in a barrel.

What?

Huh.

What the hell?

We want our things back.

Put down your guns.

Me and the others
have been talkin',

wonderin' if you'd ride
with us to Santa Mesa.

We'd pay you, of course.

The way you took
care of things today,

well, it seems like you
know your way around

this sorta stuff.

Well, we really do
appreciate your invitation,

but we're on our
way to Almarilla.

Have an appointment
we can't miss.

We could ride with you as
far as Hard Edge, no charge.

Well, appreciate it.

Where's the young one?

Where's your daughter?

So, what did you
go to college for?

Study farming.

It was only for a year.

Study farmin'?

My daddy's a farmer,

but I don't think he got
sent to school for it.

Just woke up one morning
and started farming.

That's the best way.

But your friends,
they don't look like farmers.

Yeah, well,
they're not my friends.

We're, uh...

- We're business associates.
- Oh.

What kinda business?

We're roamers.

We roam around,

we help people in trouble.

- Claire?
- Evening, sir.

Well, I'll see you- -Yeah.

- Tomorrow.
- Thank you.

No, keep the jacket, please.

Claire: Thanks.

Goodnight.

Maybe we can ride
together tomorrow?

Yeah! Okay.

- Yeah? Okay.
- Fine.

Torrance: This town's
on the wrong side of ugly.

Lee: You get the
feelin' we got the pox?

It's been a pleasure, ma'am.

Enjoy the trip!

Thank you.

Guess you can get her down.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

We'll be here a couple of nights

before heading on to Santa Mesa,

so if you don't
ride right out...

Bye.

If you could shoot
like you kiss,

you'd be one dangerous hombre.

Dalton?

Lee?

Lee: Shouldn't-a done
that, I might a killed ya.

Yeah, well, it didn't look like

it was gonna turn out that way.

So, you're the
sheriff in this town?

Third one this year.

Figured after we retired,

there wouldn't be
nobody left to chase.

Well, somehow I knew that
retirement wouldn't last.

Well, damn, Dalton!

This is like a regular reunion!

Torrance, he here too?

Tobey's son.

We buried Tobey.

Get me a dry cigar
outta my boot.

Ya didn't ask me about Holden.

Didn't have to.

He dropped his calling
card in San Carlos.

Burned a farmhouse.

Left a note.

Somethin' about you and Torrance

being no-good,
sniveling cowards.

Well, he killed Tobey.

We're goin' after him.

Sure has a good hate
on for you fellas.

You gentlemen do behave
yourselves now, right?

I mean, we don't have
to start somethin'

all over again, do we?

I'm hurt that you'd even ask.

Habit, I guess.

See me down at the two-bit.

I'll buy you boys a beer.

Tobey: This war that's comin'
may change things for me.

We hear talk of getting
pardoned for misdeeds

if we go to fight.

That and the passing time

might give me a
whole 'nother chance.

The boy's growin' up
without knowin' a man's way,

and I've been headin' nowhere,

my heart near broke
must all the time.

I saw a boy today,
made me think of Bryce.

He looked to be the same
size the boy might be by now,

gettin' his first
feel of the saddle,

landin' on his rump a few times,
growin' his first blisters.

It got me to ponderin' what
kind of a man he'll turn into.

I expect he'll find
a better way to live

than always havin'
a gun in his hand.

Torrance: It's just possible
you're the worst shot

I ever saw.

Toss-up between you
and Judge Kramer.

Kramer had the advantage,
though: He was blind.

Try this.

Walk up and stab the can?

Have to get kinda close for
that to do much good, don't I?

Draw.

What?

Draw on me.

Pretend I took young Claire
for a roll in the hay.

Go for your gun.

Whenever you're ready.

Nice thing about a knife is,

it's hard to shoot
your foot off with it.

Keep it.

I got another.

May I help you?

Nice bank.

Lee: What are
you doin' in there?

You ain't got the
itch again, do ya?

Torrance: Always have the itch.

This bank's so easy,
it deserves to be robbed.

Hey, kid, while you're up,
get me another beer, will ya?

He left in kind of a huff.

Hey, kid.

What, you too?

Every five minutes
with that guy,

it's, "Hey, kid,
do this, do that."

I wouldn't let it bother you.

He used to call me junior
for the very same reason.

'Cause he's older than us?

Hell, no,
he can't remember our names.

You gonna deal
with your gloves on?

I always deal with my gloves on.

You know, I've known
those men most all my life,

and I can't think of
anyone I'd rather have

backing me up when
the chips are down.

You're the sheriff.

You should be the last
one defending 'em.

Oh, I'm not defending 'em.

I just rode with 'em long enough

to know what kinda men they are.

You rode with them?

That's a fact.

Probably some poster on me
collecting dust somewhere.

I sowed my wild
oats for a while,

and then they kicked me out.

Guess they figured I was
too young to be an outlaw.

Anyway, couple years later,

I found myself wearing
a deputy sheriff's badge

and I was chasin' them.

So, I understand 'em a little
better than you, that's all.

Hmm.

How well did
you know your father?

Not very, or so I'm finding out.

He was a good man.

Yeah.

My hands are very sensitive.

Fingers, the tips.

I don't know what the hell
you're thinkin' of, Dalton.

You're the sheriff!

It doesn't look good
associating with riffraff.

You know...

You're exactly right.

Better get back to my friends.

That in some small way,
we have contributed

to the fabric of the
myth and legend of us.

Excuse me, I have to go puke.

And it's behavior like that

that gives us
legends a bad name.

Match, kid?

Nope.

Go get me some inside.

You get 'em.

- Hurry it up, now!
- All right, all right!

Robber:
I got it, I got it, I got it!

- Whoa!
- Move it!

Loomis: Thief!

He's been shot!

So have I.

He's dead.

Dalton: Let me through.

Let me through!

We caught him
comin' outta the bank.

They shot Loomis.

Their friends took off,
but we got these two.

- We didn't do anything.
- All right, all right.

We'll get to the bottom of this.

Shaw, get this man
over to Doc Boyle's.

Aw, come on, a doctor's
not gonna do him much good.

Well, we're certainly
not gonna leave him here.

I'm gonna put together a posse

to go after the
men that did this.

Yeah, well, let's start
with these two here.

We had nothin' to do with it.

Oh, yes, and you should
be locking him up too.

Don't be stupid, Picker.

You know he was drinkin'
in the bar with me.

Oh, yeah?

Keeping you busy, you mean?

What are you doing mixing
with this kind, anyway?

Our sheriff has been drinking
in there with known criminals

while their friends have
been robbing our bank

and killing our guard!

While you're
standing there yappin',

they're running
off with the money.

Right.

You gonna arrest this man,
Sheriff, or am I gonna have to?

Keep this before
he hurts somebody.

So, what's it gonna be, Dalton?

Or are we gonna have to
take care of this ourselves?

Come on.

Come on.

- Lock him up.
- Lock 'em up, Sheriff.

Man: Keep this town clean here.

Boy: Let's go, come on!

The soldiers are comin'!

Soldier 1: Andale!

Soldier 2: Federales!

Just go back inside, okay?

Man: What'd he say?

He say he has business
with a man here.

Man: What'd he say now?

He say to his
men to look around.

They don't have all day.

Tell him this is
American territory.

He has no rights here.

You want me to tell him that?

I was not to wait.

They were to be here.

This was not the arrangement.

They're older.

They travel slower.

Too slow.

We made a deal.

They were to be here.

Now you want your money.

You bring them to me.

I'll get 'em into Cordoba.

That's as far as I go.

Half the money when I get
there, half when you get them.

They'll come.

They want me dead.

They hate you that much?

If they don't... they will.

Crowd: All right,
ya bunch of murderers!

Yeah, get 'em out here, Sheriff!

Can't get away with this!

You know, I didn't do anything!

Are you listening to me?!

It's just a flesh wound.

- Woulda killed a normal man.
- Mm-hmm.

What are we gonna do?

I have no idea.

Bryce: Oh, that's
it, that's it, huh?

That's all you gotta
say for yourself?

That pretty well sums it up.

Tobey: I just got word
that Sarah's come down

with the consumption.

I'd like to get back to her,
but I don't see how I can.

Truth is, now I think of Sarah
and Bryce as one, my family.

It was the right thing to do.

I've lost count of all
the trouble I've been in

with Torrance, Lee, and Holden.

But I do know if
I'm in a scrape,

they'll be there at my back,

and I reckon I'll be there
for them too.

Seems everybody
we come across these days

is lookin' to kill us.

I suppose that day'll come
when somebody'll get it done.

Well, after all,
it is our money.

You're giving up awful easy.

Meaning what?

Well, meaning, maybe we
ought a ask your friends

where their partners are.

Meaning, maybe we ought a keep
an eye on them ourselves.

And you.

Woman: Sheriff, come on!

Bryce: We're free?

Sort of.

Caught 'em?

Nope.

- What are you doin'?
- Retirin'.

Bryce: I can't believe this!

I'm a fugitive!

Lee: Ain't it exciting?

Should we be stoppin'?

They might be comin' after us.

If they're still chasin' us,
they can have me.

A bottle of whisky and
your plate du jour, please.

What do you think you're doin'?

That's the man who shot me.

At the bank?

Don't even think about it.

Lee: Ordered
the plate du jour, gentlemen.

Is that somebody we know?

Did we rob him or somethin'?

He's the one who shot Torrance.

Put that away and
let me deal with this.

I'm the one they shot, junior.

Yeah, and it's my town
that they robbed.

All right, look...

I'm gonna go see
if I can rustle up a sheriff.

Nobody...

Nobody starts shootin'.

Come on, Torrance,
wait 'til after I eat!

Looking for the sheriff.

I was...

Still am, I guess,
Sheriff of Hard Edge.

Need a professional courtesy.

Is he here?

Well, I guess he's in
no shape to help.

Dalton said to wait for him.

I'd assume to take
care of this myself.

I owe him one.

See, that's where we differ.

I bear the man no
personal grudge.

Besides, they look
younger and quicker.

Man: What the hell do you want?

I want that money
you took from the bank.

So, you had to be the hero.

Man: Put that fire out!

Bryce: Lee.

Torrance.

I got an idea.

Me too, shut up.

Man: Lloyd!

Bring them the money!

Drop your gun.

Get the money, kid.

Come on, champ.

Round's over.

People from Hard Edge

are probably gonna
come looking for this.

You make sure they get it.

You make sure to tell them

we got it back for 'em.

I don't want my
reputation ruined.

Don't tell 'em I had anything
to do with bringin' it back.

I don't want my
reputation ruined either.

Tobey: I'm finally goin' back.

They wanted to pin
some fool medal on me

for the skirmish at Paxton Mill.

Told 'em I wanted
to go home instead.

Lee and Torrance
were all for it.

Truth is, now I think of Sarah
and Bryce as one, my family.

When I first saw Sarah,

she had a baby
growing inside of her.

I loved her and
it didn't matter.

I'm going back now,
not just for her,

but because I love both of 'em.

It was the right thing I did,

marryin' Sarah and takin'
on another man's son.

Dalton: I'll take watch tonight.

Don't they trust me?

Nope.

Bryce: Be my guest.

Well, you gonna stare
at me all night long

or ask me somethin'?

Well, I was...
wondering about my father.

Listen, I know the truth.

He wrote it in his diary.

So, you wanna know about
the man who fathered you?

No.

Tobey was my father.

He always will be.

What I wanna know is
how he got all mixed up

in this kinda life.

Well, as I recall, he wasn't
really lookin' for it.

Just minding our own
business, admiring a bank.

But what we didn't realize

was the bank was bein'
robbed at the time.

Sorta like what
happened in Hard Edge.

Well, Torrance
got in an argument

with a gentlemen who was
making the withdrawal,

something to the
effect that the money

rightfully belonged to us,

we just got there
a little late is all.

And they didn't like
Torrance's attitude

and they'd probably
killed us all

if Tobey hadn't been so quick.

But they really had it comin'.

And I don't think he got any
particular pleasure out of it.

Right, Torrance?

It was his first time, kid.

So, what do we do
if we catch Holden?

Oh, there ain't no ifs.

He sent us an invitation,
he'll be there.

Yeah, but, what do we do?

This is a hell of a time
to be worryin' about a plan.

What do you think we should do?

Well, he's a murderer.

I mean, we should...

We should bring him back
and he should go on trial.

Can't believe we're
havin' this conversation.

I think the order is we go
down there and we shoot him

and then we bring him back.

That's the way you see it, huh?

That's the way it is.

He killed your father, and
he's waiting to kill us.

He's tried to kill us,
settin' a trap for us.

Maybe it'll work,
maybe he'll kill us.

Maybe we'll kill him first.

But either way, there
ain't gonna be no trial

and we ain't bringin' him back.

It's just him and us
and a whole lotta hate.

And if that don't
sit right with you,

you better just saddle
up and ride on out.

You know, I'm just
not like you guys, okay?

I can't just forget
there are rules,

whether we like 'em or not.

Well, that's good.

I'll do the forgettin'
for both of us.

We'll be goin' now.

A couple of men'll
come lookin' for me.

Lee and Torrance.

Give 'em a message!

Tell 'em I crossed the river,

way to Cordoba.

And I'll be waiting.

Everybody got that?

I'm gonna help ya remember!

Get the torches!

Tell 'em to come to Mexico!

And if they don't,
I'll be back to see ya!

And next time,
I won't be so nice!

Morning.

It slipped my memory, but did
we do somethin' vile here?

We're lookin' for
a man named Holden.

Do you know him?

You Lee or Torrance?

They are.

I'm Bryce.

Your friend did this.

- Because of you.
- He's no friend.

We don't want you here.

They burned our church
to leave you a message.

What message?

They'll wait in Cordoba.

If you don't meet them,
they'll come back,

burn our whole town.

But we'll be ready for them.

Now, get out and do whatever
dirty business it is

you have to do.

Lee: Now, her, I like.

Look, we're sorry
about your church.

We're goin' after the
men that did this.

We'd just like to
rest for a bit,

maybe get something to eat.

That's all we're asking.

Maybe Holden burned
down the cant in a too.

Why?

Why they do this?

Because they're
bad men, that's why.

Lee:
What happened to all your help?

What's it to you?

Nothing.

I suppose in some way
we're responsible.

I...

We do feel bad about this.

You better be going.

I don't want them
coming back here!

Lee:
Holden has waited this long.

He'll wait a little longer.

What's he waiting for?

To kill us.

But before we let that happen...

Put it in la iglesia.

Hey, kid.

Now I remember
why we robbed banks.

Why you robbed 'em.

I just chased ya.

I was thinking

about that man
who wants to kill you.

Oh, that's good.

I've been too tired to
think about him myself.

He's setting a trap.

Probably.

Not just him.

Meaning?

A Mexican colonel rode in here,
right across the river,

like this was just
another part of Mexico.

They talked a while,

and then the colonel
and his men rode out.

It is a trap, right?

Yes.

But you're still gonna go?

After all the work we've done,

I don't want him to come
back and burn more buildings.

♪ She had blue eyes ♪

♪ She had brown eyes ♪

♪ She had eyes that could
see through your soul ♪

♪ She was hardcore ♪

♪ But she gave more ♪

♪ Every time that you
bought what she sold ♪

♪ They were drifters
and dreamers ♪

♪ A town full of schemers ♪

♪ With dreams that you
hope won't come true ♪

♪ Sellers and buyers ♪

♪ Losers and liars ♪

♪ And you're glad that
you're just passin' through ♪

♪ Hard Edge ♪

♪ Is a hard town ♪

♪ But she let me come
in from the cold ♪

♪ And for one night ♪

♪ It was all right ♪

♪ She gave me somebody to hold ♪

♪ And for one night ♪

♪ It was all right ♪

♪ She gave me somebody to hold ♪

♪ And for one night ♪

♪ It was all right ♪

♪ She gave me somebody to hold ♪

Lee: Well, this is it, boys,
the point of no return.

Dalton: Over there's Mexico.

That's a bad place for you two.

Remember, you haven't
been pardoned over there.

Bryce: You robbed
banks in Mexico too?

Torrance: We had a little
trouble with geography.

Lee: Actually, it was a
train we robbed in Mexico.

Dalton: No matter.

Still a price on
your head over there.

Torrance: You don't
have to cross, but we do.

Lee: Let's do this
one for Tobey, boys!

Torrance: For Tobey!

Bryce: Doesn't look
like much of a town.

Lee:
Eh, it ain't much of a town,

but I'd like to get a
little look in there

to see what Holden's
got planned for us.

I'll go in.

Well, you can't go,
and he doesn't know me.

You still risk gettin'
your head shot off.

That's a chance
we'll have to take.

Hey, kid.

Do I know you?

What are ya doin' here?

Ridin' through.

Yep.

Well...

Just keep doin' that.

My deal was half now,
half when you have 'em.

Colonel: That deal was made
in another country,

and you and your men
will stay out of our way.

You got it?

Amigo.

When this is over, remind
me to shoot this idiot.

What are you doing?

Lee: Go on, get outta here, get!

Bryce: Hey, hey!

We're gonna need them!

- How do you figure?
- To ride outta here.

You don't honestly think

we're gonna ride outta this,
do ya?

Let's just say the odds
ain't exactly in our favor.

Then why are we goin'
in if we can't get Holden?

I didn't say we wasn't gonna
get Holden,

I just said we probably
won't be ridin' out again.

Which is why you
aren't goin' in.

You guys are crazy.

Probably.

You're just gonna go
in there and get killed.

What...

What good's that gonna do?

Huh?

Holden won't be comin' out.

Not too many other choices.

Dalton:
Holden knows them pretty well.

He knew they'd cross river.

He knew they'd come in
after him.

Can always count on them
to do the right thing,

even if they came at it strange.

It's what kept 'em alive.

Now it's gonna kill 'em.

Can't you stop 'em?

Dalton: Who, me?

What do you expect them to do?

These aren't men that are gonna
die on some farm somewhere.

Truth of it is,
they'd rather go out like this

than any other way.

That goes for me too.

Yeah, well, you're crazy too.

They're doin' this
for your father.

He'd-a done the same for them.

Colonel:
Because we do business together

does not mean I have
to eat with you.

Lee: Well, good luck, guys.

Torrance: Yeah, you too.

Dalton:
See ya later for a drink.

You remember or you'll be
breathin' out your throat.

Amigo!

Hola.

Dalton: Cover me!

Torrance!

You're shot bad, Torrance.

Nice shot.

I'm goin' for Dalton.

Hey, kid!

Holden!

Damn you, Holden!

You miserable coward!

Why don't you fight
your own fights?!

Man: No mas!

What are you starin' at?

Holden!

Holden!

You.

Who the hell are you?

Look around you.

You're not walkin'
away from this.

At least the name.

I don't like to kill someone
without knowin' their name.

Bryce Naylor.

You killed my father.

I'm taking you in, it's over.

I don't think so.

Holden: Let's see if you make
the same squealin' sound

your father made when he died.

Lee: Bryce.

Lee?

Lee.

- Lee, I thought you were dead.
- Yeah, so did I.

Come on.

Lee, I'll get ya to a
doctor across the border.

Dalton?

Torrance is alive!

Lee: Of course he is.

He's too mean to kill
just by shootin' him.

Come on.

I understand now why
my father rode with you.

I hope you understand
why I can't.

Guess the apple didn't fall

too far from the tree after all.

Lee: Your father would a
been mighty proud of ya

out there today.

Yeah, I reckon I'm a lot
more like him than I thought.

Gonna go back to the farm.

Maybe even stop in Santa Mesa.

See a girl.

Lee: Drop me off in Almarilla.

Tobey: This is the last time

I'll be writing in this book,

seein' as how tomorrah I'll
be goin' back to the farm.

I'm too late to join my Sarah,

although I know one day I will.

I've made my mistakes, but I
think I did the best I could.

But Bryce, you can do better.

I'd be mighty proud to know
that you took a different path

and found a little
happiness because of it.

♪ Seems like every
choice I made ♪

♪ Would somehow leave
me second-guessing ♪

♪ 'Bout the green
grass I was passing ♪

♪ Racin' toward the other side ♪

♪ I thank God for the blessin' ♪

♪ That I finally
learned this lesson ♪

♪ One step in the right
direction's worth ♪

♪ A wasted mile behind ♪

♪ Singin' no more lookin'
over my shoulder ♪

♪ No more hangin'
on to the past ♪

♪ No more fillin'
up my tomorrows ♪

♪ With yesterday's sorrows ♪

♪ No more lookin'
over my shoulder ♪

♪ Whoa, yeah ♪

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