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Sarah.

General Houston
wants us to scout on

ahead, track down Santa Anna.

You've risked
your lives enough.

Why can't he send somebody
older, more experienced?

I reckon 'cause
we's the best he got.

Being heroes is
our cross to bear.

Now, my dear Granny
Lulu, she, uh, she, uh,

she pressed this flower
in the family Bible

on her wedding day.

I want you to hold on to
that until I come back.

Thank you, Truett.

Yeah.

Uh, ma'am?

You don't have to
give this back.

It's a part of me, and your'n
to keep, long as the rivers run.

Long
as the rivers run.

Shut it!

Come here.

I'll be madder than
a wet hen if anything

happens to either of you.

So, doggone it, you better
take care of each other.

Yes ma'am.

Yes ma'am.

Hooo, she likes me.

- She hugged me tighter.
- Did not.

- Did too.
- Did not!

Did so!

Boy!

For who?

You can ride with the Rangers,
kill Mexicans for them.

But if you think you'll ever
be one of them, you're a fool.

I'm fighting for
the revolution.

We're losing, Manuel.

And I don't trust the Anglos
any more than the Santanistas.

What becomes of us?

We'll be free.

Santana promises the
same if we fight for him.

Who do you trust more?

For your family's sake,
Santana or Houston?

Reckon it ain't my cooking
the dog don't like, Henry.

I've got a pint
in my saddlebag.

You need to slug
to ease the pain?

I'm fine.

But before we go to Goliad, I
gotta take the buckboard back,

pay respects to the missus.

See ya at sunup.

Pack those up front.

Make sure they go first.

It seems like your tune
is distressing the youngster,

se or.

Let me see that guitar.

You gonna take that
from a greenhorn, Flores?

I'm gonna lighten the
mood for you, little lady.

Well, now all we needs is
a jug and a sweet little gal

to poke.

She wants you, Deaf.

What do you think, Captain?

Unh, it's growing on me.

I gotta go.

Go away from here!

You stink like a
she-goat at mating time.

We don't want to smell
your shit all night.

Vamos!

Eight pesos, Presidente.

I did not bet
that bird, Paulo.

Yes, you did, mi
general, eight pesos.

How is it you have
eight pesos to bet with?

It is a fact I do, Excellency.

You have not been paid,
but you have eight pesos.

You robbed them from
the women refugees.

And if you robbed them,
you raped them, also.

- No, no, no, mi general.
- I know this.

Do you know what magnanimous is?

No, sir.

Even though you did not win,
raped grandmothers, and lied

to your general, I pay you.

I pay you because
you were victorious!

And to show you
what magnanimous is.

Do not try such a trick again.

Enough rest and celebration.

Almonte, assume command.

Yes, general.

Buenas noches, Juan.

As you were.

Emily, it's Sam.

I brought you some fresh
clothes and something to eat.

You're as blustery
as ever, Sam.

And then you are--

I'm alive.

A long way from
the French Quarter.

You still have that
scarf I gave you.

Don't know much
of nothing else.

Emily, I don't
flatter myself that you

came all this way to see me.

I came seeking my
brother, Jupiter,

to purchase his freedom.

Texas is slave free.

If'n you say so.

I located him at
the Alamo Mission

and I told him he was free,
but he stayed to fight.

Ended up one of
the last survivors.

And I watched as Santa
Anna had him executed.

Jupiter liked to fight.

A family trait.

At least he died a free man.

I want you to spend a
few days recuperating,

and then I'm going to
get you safe passage back

to New Orleans.

No.

I'm of a mind to stay in
Texas, join the cause.

I could use a horse.

Well, let's, let's discuss
that in the morning, shall we?

It's good to rest my
eyes on you again.

Sam, Jupiter was all
I had in this world.

At least he died a hero.

And he was more a
Texian than any of us.

Get some rest.

You are and always will
be my sweet desert rose.

Deaf!

C'mon, come.

Close your eyes.

All right.

All right, don't move.

This poor little
soul lost her mama.

Far as I know, there's
nobody to look after her.

What's her name?

Emilia, just like your own ma.

And this mangy orphan
here, call him, Halfbreed.

About how much
further to San Antonio?

Three, four days at least.

How do, ma'am?

I'll have a glass of
that whiskey, please.

Well, looks like we
got ourselves a greenhorn

come across the river.

Settle down, Luther.

Leave him be.

Yeah, you.

Talking about you.

I can smell you like a fat sow.

Lila, git!

You remind me of everything I
come out west to get away from.

Then I reckon your
quarrel's with your past.

Not me.

Now that was ill mannered.

You'll need to replace my
drink, or face consequences.

Is this some sort
of half-wit idiot?

Or is he just plain stupid?

You're drunk, Luther.

Neither.

Must just be you.

Go on.

Don't let nothing
but fear stop you.

Leave him be.

All
right, settle down, boys.

Don't you even try it.

That was a fair fight,
and we all saw it.

Polite gesture,
sir, but I can manage.

Now, can someone please
go fetch whomsoever

it is around here that
administers justice.

We need to report this.

Ha, ain't you all gussied up?

Lupe's big on the pampering.

You've got clean clothes
and you got a new young'un.

And a wolf-dog pet.

Lupe must be as happy as a
bumble bee in a flower patch.

Yep.

I may as well hang up
my spurs, move to town,

work at the general feed.

Ha, ha, well, you are
getting awful old, my friend.

Henry, it's 20
miles to go ahead.

Try to keep up.

You
ain't gonna arrest him?

I hear tell you gonna go
fight for Texas, hard case.

Mister, you
making light of me?

Well, I've seen
you handle a gun,

that'd be a pretty dumb idea.

Name's William Wallace,
folks call me Big Foot.

On account of you're big?

That, but mostly
because I once killed

a Cherokee with big feet.

Big Foot Wallace,
John Coffee Hays.

I'm named after Colonel
John Coffee, protege

of President Andrew Jackson.

Call me Jay.

Jay.

Are yo-- are you some
kind of genuine blue blood

or something?

Something.

You see, I'm on my way to
the Alamo Mission in San

Antonio de B xar to enlist.

Well, I'm afraid
you a mite late, son.

Colonel Travis was
killed by the Mexicans

along with everybody
else at the Alamo.

Crockett?

He was going to be a
US president someday.

Yes, sir.

Got the whole damn lot of them.

I'm on my way to fight
alongside my brother

at Fort Defiance in Goliad.

Colonel Fannin's command.

Reckon, then, I'll enlist there.

Better ride with
me then, hard case.

Don't need you waylaid
in any more gunfights.

You coming, or what?

We're here to
see Colonel Fannin.

We bring your orders
from General Houston.

No doubt ordering me to
withdraw and a general retreat.

But the Mexican
Army is weeks away.

Colonel, if you don't
git, you and your men

are going to be overrun and die.

I do what my conscience
tells me to do, boy.

God damn your conscience!

Do what Houston tells you.

You follow orders!

We're with you, Colonel.

Dismissed.

Dismissed, gentlemen.

We delivered the message.

Houston.

Our good wagon and
our old mare ain't here.

Ma and the girls, they
must the left already.

So whose that
stallion belong to then?

Yah!

C'mon.

Private Knowles?

What the hell?

Last we heard you's
was deserting.

Now you profiteering?

Now hold up, now.

I done my duty, is what I done.

Alls I did is I warned the
old lady about the Mexicans.

I can't help it if
she's running off

all scared and leaving shit!

That old lady is my mother,
you despicable poltroon.

Y-- you-- you loot my home?

Your mother?

He done bamboozled
your family, Truett.

What are you going
to do about it?

Now, just, easy, gentlemen.

Well, it seems, uh, you forgot
my daddy's prize bullwhip,

Knowles, so I'mma
give it to you.

Now, now!
Hold on!

Hold on!

- Ah!
- You damn deserter!

Git!

Woad!

What the hell!

You hoodwink anybody
else, we tie you down--

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

-we pour molasses on you--

-we let the critters
of eat their fill--

Now get on your
horse, and git!

I'm going!

Go!

I showed him.
Goldarn thieving deserter!

You better git!

That's good enough.

Climb out and cover 'em up.

Not sure I agree with
your methods, General.

It worked for
Washington and Jackson.

All right, men.

Stand beside me bearing arms.

I promised you men an answer.

I'm now prepared to deliver it.

I've ordered Colonel Fannin
to retreat from Goliad.

Our armies will move east and
join forces with his, picking

up volunteers along the way.

This is the
very kind of deliberation

that lost the lives of our
compatriots at the Alamo!

Sir, we lost great men,
Travis and Davy Crockett

and Jim Bowie himself.

General, I feel it
is our Christian duty

to march to Goliad.

To fight.

To defeat Santa Anna!

To take our vengeance and
stand our ground with Fannin

is the proper tactically
thing to do, sir.

He's right!

We should fight!

Men, General Fannin has his
orders, you men have yours.

You may question my military
strategy, but not my heart.

And if any one of you
question my command,

there is a grave
reserved for you.

I will give you your battle!

I will give you your blood!

Your brothers and
friends shall be avenged,

but it will be when and
where your general orders it.

Now let me hear you say, "Aye."

Aye.

I'm not asking a question.

Answer so that God and
Santa Anna can hear it!

Let me hear you say, "Aye!"

SOLDIERS
Aye!

Good!

You are dismissed.

General.

Captain Baker, tearing off
on some half-assed reprisal is

exactly what Santa Anna wants.

You insubordinate me again
in front of my troops,

I'll have you shot.

Ah!

C'mon, c'mon!

Last one's going
up against the wall!

I beat ya, boy!

You didn't beat me!

I beat you!

You couldn't beat a dog, boy!

Third time this week!

Whoo, boy!

I done beat you!
I beat ya--

Nope!

I'm faster than a ring-tail
bobcat, you seen me!

Hell you are, I was
a full nose ahead,

ain't that right, Captain?

Where you off to?

Back to camp.

The stubborn bastard
won't obey orders.

Well, you want us to
linger and spy on him?

What do you reckon, Deaf?

They're wearing
their own boots.

They can walk
where they want to.

If Fannin hasn't moved by
day after next, ride due east

and meet us there, in Victoria.

Keep
your eyes and ears open.

And don't you tarry.

You, uh, you feelin'
poorly, Captain?

I'm fine.

Well, we, we just want
to say that, uh, well,

we feel, that is--

What my jibber jabberin'
friend means to say is that

we hold the two of you in equal
high regard as our own daddies.

We're proud to be
Texan Rangers, sirs.

You two may become
real Rangers yet.

Real Rangers.

Oh, yeah.

Help!

Help us!

Help!

My ankle!

I can't get it off of her!

Keep her head above the water!

Get to the back and help lift!

Boy, get in
there, get in there!

She's stuck!

Don't lift till I say!

One, two!

Lift!

Go take a look at her.

Thank you.

You all right, darlin'?

My name is Rebecca Pit.

That's my brother, Colby.

Awful pretty name, Rebecca.

My name's Kit Acklin.

Me and Vern, there, are riding
with the ranger and company.

Well, pleasure, Rebecca.

All right, let's go, boy.

C'mon.

No, no, no.

We already made
ourselves a deal.

But you said two, not three.

What is this?
Huh?

Whoa!

Easy!

Now you, you understand
what this is?

Now I told you--

What's that
commotion over there?

Looks like that
bastard's demanding

compensation from
the widow woman

- for helping her ford the river.
- Hey!

I was just
going to give you two.

Easy, easy now.

That's the private
that deserted

Gonzalez three days ago.

Let me just see.

Let me just see.

Here we go, what's that?

We need to make an example.

He'll do.

Arrest him.

We'll try him next time.

Hear ye, hear ye!

This military tribunal
is now in session.

The prisoner that
stands before this court

is charged with desertion
at the time of war.

Private Ephraim Knowles,
without orders or furlough,

absented himself
from Camp Gonzales,

which is a direct violation
of his sworn military oath.

No, no different
from about 500 others.

Private, do you have
a friend or member

of this company who you'd
like to speak on your behalf?

Well, let's see, your honor.

I'd have to say the best
man to speak for me would

be none other than, ah, oh, me.

I can tell you why.

Because my company ain't
nothing but a bunch of sniveling

bastard weasels.

Order.

Very well.

Sergeant Anderson.

Sir?

I appoint you to speak
on behalf of the accused.

I don't know this man, sir.

That may be to his advantage.

Yes sir.

Private, do you stipulate
to the fact that--

If I am to speak
for this man, I

will make the stipulation, sir.

Fine.

Sergeant, you are
denying that he deserted?

No.

I'm the one that arrested him.

Sergeant, do you have anything
to say on this man's behalf

- before his sentence?
- No.

But I do have a few questions.

Carry on.

Private Knowles--

Yes, sir.

What were you doing
before I arrested you?

What was I doing, huh?

I was only just, I was
arguing a teensy bit

with some old widow woman.

That was the same woman that
you helped across the river

- with the children--
- That's right.

-their pitiful
few possessions--

That's right, that's right.

Alls I done is I carried
this fat old lady all the way

across that damn river,
and as soon as she

was safe on the other side--

Where did you say
you were from again?

Is it east Georgia?

Milledgeville, Georgia.

Get to the point, Sergeant.

I heard a story
about a man there

who takes his pecker out in
the store, wears no pants,

and walks around in the
rain, stares at the sun

all afternoon.

That would be
Obediah Claymore.

What of it?

It's just that, it's an
area that's known for people

marrying direct blood relations,
so no more than one in 20

are born normal.

Se or Anderson,
are you saying that

Private Knowles is not
responsible for his

actions because he has--

Yeah, what I am saying is, is
that there's a one in 20 chance

that he's not right in the head.

Laugh it up, laugh it up
and damn you all to hell!

I am too right in the head!

I am righter than
right in my head!

But I'll tell you
what ain't right!

I'll tell you what's goddamn
insane, it's so far from right.

It would the the idea
of any one of us staying

in this, this joke of an army!

To fight and fight and
loose life after life--

Private, that's enough.

For a goddamn lost cause!

That's enough, Private!

A goddamn lost cause.

I'm done defending.

What's the
prisoner's name again?

Ephraim Knowles.

Ephraim?

Yes, sir.

Ephraim Knowles, for
your cowardly desertion

from this army in
wartime, in accordance

with military practice
and precedent,

this court hereby
sentences you to death.

You, you of all people,
you call me a coward.

You are the coward!

You let the Alamo die.

And now Fannin needs ya.

Ain't that the pot calling
the kettle blacker than black?

.

That'll do.

Make your farewells and
prepare your soul for eternity.

At first light, you will be
taken before the army firing

squad, blindfolded, and shot.

May God have mercy on you.

Court's adjourned.

Remove the prisoner.

Now that the
message has been sent,

if he were to
escape by morning, I

wouldn't view it as a calamity.

Yes, sir.

No, no.

Eliza, no.

Don't say that.

No.

No.

No.

Unh.

No!

I don't drink when I'm at war.

It's medicinal.

Helps me sleep.

How long have you
been sitting there?

Long enough.

You gonna give me a stallion,
or do I have to steal one?

Emily, Emily, Emily.

How can I, in good
conscience, allow you put

yourself in harm's way again.

Why do you think
I'd do such a thing?

Because you want
revenge for your brother.

What do you care what I want?

Are you still having
that same nightmare?

This isn't Basin Street.

Persuasions received
there are not welcome.

Persuasions?

As I recall, what we
did tween the sheets

wasn't called "persuasions."

The dream haunts me still.

When we were together
in New Orleans,

I only had the
nightmare one time.

You ain't taken
care of that wound.

Doctors tell me it's
unlikely it'll ever heal.

I'm not talking about
the hole in your shoulder.

You married a spoiled
daddy's southern belle,

whose hateful words were
meant to torment you.

She done more harm to you than
all your battles combined.

But she was terrified.

Just a child afraid of a man.

You needed a grown woman.

Look at me, Sam.

Your baby bride was scared.

I'm not scared.

You scared?

Hunh.

You need medication because
you're alone with me?

Put your arms around me, Sam.

Touch me.