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♪

♪

[thunder]

♪ [arcing]

[wind and faint birdsong]

[horses galloping]

[running]

[horses galloping]

[running]

[horses galloping]

[running and panting]

[horses galloping]

[horse neighs]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[laughs]

[horses' hooves thudding]

"And God saw that the wickedness of man

was great in the earth

and that every imagination of the thoughts in his heart

was only evil continually."

[grunts] [horse neighs]

"And it repented the Lord that He had made man on the earth...

... and it grieved His heart."

[grunts]

[laughing]

[grunts]

"And the Lord said, I will destroy man

whom I have created on the face of the earth...

[laughing]

... for it repenteth me...

that I have made them."

Book of Genesis, Chapter 6, Verses 5 through 7.

[laughing maniacally]

That's enough.

[horse snorts]

[grunts]

[laughing maniacally]

[gun cocks]

[loud gunfire]

[horse neighs]

I said that's enough! Whoo-hoo-hoo.

I apologize, Gideon. If manners maketh man,

I have surrounded myself with boys.

[panting]

You look like you could use a drink.

[laughing maniacally]

[grunts]

Hey! Hey, do you know who I am?

And do you know why I'm here?

[groans]

[weeps]

Your tears, they do you credit. They show contrition...

[panting]

and I have no doubt that God will forgive you

through the blood of His son.

But I ain't God.

Go to hell, you son of a bitch!

[laughs]

- Pick him up. - Ah! No, no!

[horse neighing]

[groaning]

Captain: Hell? Son, I live in it.

[blood-curdling scream]

[laughing maniacally]

[wind rushing]

[flames crackling]

[crying]

It's coming, sweet girl. It's coming.

[soft kiss]

[soft kiss]

[soft shushing]

[wind blowing]

[gurgling]

Rise and shine.

[cooing]

[wind whistling]

[wind rushing]

[horse neighs]

[cooing]

Coffee.

Yep, yep, yep.

[coos]

Hey.

[wind whistling]

[door closes]

[wind rushing]

[hums]

[cooing]

[baby fretting]

What's wrong? What's wrong? Want your duck? Be calm, okay?

[coos]

[gasps]

[crying]

[shushing]

[crying loudly]

[shushing]

It's all right. It's all right.

[crying loudly]

It's all right.

[crying loudly]

[tail rattling]

[door opens]

Gimme that.

You hunt down that damn coyote,

before he eats any more of our chickens.

Uh, Pa, can I come hunt with you?

Ask your ma.

Well, can I, Ma?

Can I?

If you finish your chores.

So, fixing my bed, feed Bess...

[footsteps]

Jeb: What's this?

Ma gave it to me. She said you shot a Reb major

clean off his horse at 700 yards.

[inhales deeply]

I think she said I could shoot a Reb major off his horse

at 700 yards. And I can't. Nobody can.

But you did kill Rebs?

Jeb: That ain't polite conversation, son.

You were a sharpshooter?

[huffs]

I'm still a sharpshooter, boy. Don't you ever forget it.

Good night.

[receding footsteps]

[wind whistling wildly]

[animal howling]

[sniffles]

Hattie McAllister. Who would've thought that girl in pigtails

who used to eat candy and read books in the back of her

daddy's store would someday be homesteading this wild country

with the best of 'em.

Are we going to make it out here?

Just gotta have a little grit.

I don't know where to find it anymore.

Sure you do. I know, deep down,

you're the toughest woman in this territory.

[wind rushing]

[door opens]

[horse snorts]

[wind rushing]

[distant chickens clucking]

[cow moos]

[wind rushing/whistling]

[screaming]

[panting]

Sa! Sa!

[panting]

[screaming in pain]

[screaming continues]

[speaking in foreign language]

[breathing heavily]

[speaking in foreign language]

[breathing heavily]

[wind rushing]

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[horse snorts then neighs]

[wind whistling]

[door opens] [wind whistling]

Will: Pa shot that coyote from half a mile away!

Jeb: Ah, it was more like a hundred yards.

Good Lord, Hattie. What the hell happened?

Will: Ma?

[sighs]

Boy's down. Supper's put away.

I'm sorry.

They musta wandered off the reservation

lookin' for somethin'.

Got into a scrap.

I want to go home.

All right. If you wanna see your folks,

I reckon I can get a work with the railroad. Buy you a ticket.

I don't want a ticket.

I want to pack the wagon

and take our children out of this godforsaken place!

[sighs]

I know it's been hard. But this here is good land.

We live in a shack, Jeb.

We've got old tools, worn-out livestock,

and can only feed our children

with food borrowed off store credit.

I understand it's been tough. But this is our dream, Hattie.

This is what we set out to do.

Build a home on land we can call our own.

I want you to ask my daddy for a job.

Do you want us to crawl back to him?

We can't make it on our own.

Hell yes, we can!

We just gotta keep on going.

Well, I can't.

[wind blowing]

Looks good. [horse snorts]

I'm gonna head into town and grab some supplies.

Be a strong boy and look after your mom

while I'm gone, won't you?

[wind rushing]

[horse snorts]

Here, Pa.

[whistles]

[horse snorts]

Jeb?

Hi-yaaa!!!

Let's go!

[wind rushing]

[faint birdsong]

[horse snorts]

I think we've earned it.

Pa says candy's a real treat.

Just for Christmas and funerals.

When I was a girl in Saint Louis,

we'd have candy every week.

Really?

We'd have ice cream in the summer, toffee in the fall,

and peppermint sticks at Christmas.

You would have loved living there.

Is it true that Granny and Gramps

didn't want you to marry Pa?

They just had their own ideas about what they wanted for me.

But Pa's a hero!

He defended Missouri from the Rebs!

Your pa was a Reb.

But... you said he joined up to save the Union.

Things weren't simple back then.

Will!

[inhales and exhales deeply]

[horses trotting]

[horse snorts]

A mighty fine morning to you, ma'am.

And to you.

I wonder if we might trouble you for some of your water.

Our mounts are about dried out, and we're not much better.

Take as much as you like.

Much obliged.

[horse snorts]

Will.

[laughs]

What's the matter with you, son?

Didn't your mom teach you any manners?

[chuckles]

He didn't have no ma.

Dropped out of a whore and raised by an old fur trader

is what I heard.

[laughs]

I do apologize, ma'am.

We have been in the saddle for about three months now and I'm

afraid it is beginning to show.

Um, I couldn't help but notice your coop over yonder.

I wonder if I might offer to buy some salt pork

and maybe a dozen eggs.

Fetch as many as you need.

Yeah.

I must confess, I do feel a bit forward

talking business with a lady.

Uh, is your husband at home?

He ain't here.

He's gone to town.

Oh.

Well, then I guess that makes you the man of the house,

I reckon.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

Is that a Missouri accent that I detect?

Saint Louis.

[chuckles] I knew it. What a happy coincidence!

I'm a Cameron man myself.

That big fellow over there, he's from Arkansas,

but we try not to hold that against him.

[laughs]

We don't get many Missourans out this way.

No, ma'am.

I expect you don't.

[horse snorts]

I'd be happy to cook your men some breakfast before you go.

Well, we would be much obliged.

This is very kind of you, ma'am.

Those your folks over there, Mrs... ?

- McAllister. - McAllister.

Hattie. This is Bess and this is Will.

Set the table.

How old are you?

Nine and three-quarters.

Why then, I reckon that's big enough to wear one of these.

[laughs]

This is a lovely home you have here, Mrs. McAllister.

Your husband is a lucky man.

[cooing]

[crying]

She wants to talk.

Oh, now, here.

Allow me.

I've held a baby or two in my life.

Here.

You okay?

Yeah.

[cooing]

♪ Our Dixie Forever

♪ She's never at a loss

♪ Down with the eagle

♪ Up with the cross

♪ We will rally 'round the flag, boys, ♪

♪ We'll rally round again, ♪

♪ Shout, shout the battle cry of-- ♪

♪ Freedom

♪ Our Dixie forever

♪ She's never at a loss

♪ Bess, down with the eagle

♪ And up with the cross

I'm gonna go fetch some eggs.

♪ We'll rally 'round the flag boys ♪

♪ We'll rally round again

Yeah, come on.

♪ Shout, shout...

♪ The battle cry of freedom

Hey, hey, hey.

Is that a Reb song?

[coos]

[laughs]

Need to teach her that song.

You never heard that song?

You like that song?

[chicken clucking]

[distant horse snorts]

[cooing]

[laughs]

[cooing]

[humming]

What a gentle little soul she is.

[coos]

You ain't got a problem with Rebs now, do you, boy?

Yeah. Our young host was born after hostilities ended.

I'm sure he's a proud American.

Aren't you, boy?

Nothing wrong with that.

Man should be loyal to his own country.

Not everybody is.

My daddy was a sharpshooter.

Was he, now?

Will's not a bad shot himself.

Why don't you go show these gentlemen that shotgun

your daddy got you?

Easy, now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me see that.

Oh, my goodness.

Those Rebs best be careful coming around here!

Oh.

[laughs]

Will, warm up the coffee.

Hope you like strawberry jam.

It's all we could grow this spring.

Oh, I'm sure we like it just fine.

Before we dig in, boys, we like to have a little prayer.

Keep us humble.

Lord, please look down on us and help us to be grateful

for these gifts that we have been given.

And help us to be always mindful of the needs of others

and not think only of ourselves.

We pray in the name of Your son Jesus Christ.

Amen. All: Amen.

All right. [gun cocks]

Will, get behind the stove with your sister.

Now!

There must be some misunderstanding, ma'am.

How have we offended?

I don't feed killers in my house.

Killers?

Good Lord...

[chuckles]

Oh, oh.

I see the confusion.

Boys, she is talking about those trophies that we got off

that Cheyenne trader near Fort Laramie.

Ma'am, I realize that's an unseemly business,

but those can be very valuable objects

when you're trading in the back country.

Now can't we just sit back down and talk about

something more pleasant?

We were having such a nice time.

I think it's best you go now.

Man: What the hell we waiting for?

She's only got two rounds.

As you wish.

And leave your guns.

The hell we will.

Ma'am, I'm sure you understand how valuable these weapons are.

You can trade your scalps for some new ones.

You heard the woman.

Uh-uh.

These were my Pa's.

They took 'em off his dead body at Pea Ridge.

Fine.

Can I have my hat?

Will, give him his hat.

[horse neighing]

Ha!

[horses galloping]

Help me.

[grunting]

Push!

Push!

[panting]

[crying]

[gunfire]

Son of a bitch!

[gunfire] Goddammit!

[breathing heavily]

[rapid gunfire]

come and see.

[window shattering]

Come and see.

Agh!

[rapid gunfire]

[gunfire]

[horse neighs]

[rapid gunfire]

[rapid gunfire]

Hi-yah!

What the hell are you doing?

I want 'em alive!

[gunfire]

Goddammit!

Whooh!

She can't shoot for jack shit.

[laughs]

I need you to be brave, okay?

Okay.

[panting]

Reload.

Take care of your sister.

[rapid gunfire]

[breathing rapidly]

[groans]

[horse neighing]

[horse neighs]

[panting]

[gun cocks]

[horse snorts]

[gunfire]

[grunts]

- Ah. - Oh.

Hattie: Just take what you want and go!

[gun cocks]

[laughs]

[horse snorts]

Well, what we want is you.

Jeb: I can do anything.

Lay track, shoot buffalo, run the teams.

I appreciate the interest, Mister McAllister.

But there simply isn't the work.

We have more than enough men to meet our needs.

There has to be something.

I could even help with the chuck wagons.

Oh, Lord, we're not cowboys!

We just bring our food up from down the line.

Good day, and best of luck!

[crying]

Okay.

Okay.

Mrs. McAllister.

[crying]

Hide your sister.

Mrs. McAllister.

That's far enough.

I regret that we got off on the wrong foot.

I would like for us to start over.

Make it right.

There's nothing to talk about, except you men getting on your

horses and riding off.

I respect how you must be feeling and I can sympathize.

But this standoff is not doing anybody a lick of good.

It's true that I've done my share of killing,

both during the war and after.

But one thing I ain't never done,

I ain't never hurt a woman or a child.

Why should I believe a word you say?

I had a daughter once.

She was my only child.

Apple of my eye.

[gun cocks]

Every bit of love and affection a father can give,

I lavished on that child.

She's dead now.

Buried out Cameron way.

I swear on her grave, I will not harm a hair on your head

or on the heads of your children.

[distant gun cocks]

Dammit!

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

Damn fools!

[breathing rapidly]

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Right? All right.

[panting]

[rapid gunfire]

[gun clicking]

[crying]

[crying]

I'm sorry, Mom.

I didn't mean to wake her.

That's all right.

Bring her here.

[cow mooing]

Come on, Bess.

What are they doing with Daisy?

[gun cocks]

No.

[gunfire]

No! [cow mooing]

[laughing maniacally]

[crying]

[blood squirting]

It's all right.

[grunting]

[flame crackling]

Captain: Hold him!

Oh, hell. Captain, no, no. It'll heal itself.

It'll heal on its own, Captain.

It'll heal on its own.

Jesus, Joseph, Mary, no!

Captain: Please refrain from that papist blasphemy.

- Open his sleeve. - Damn them all to hell.

[grunting]

For I reckon that all the sufferings of this present age

[screaming]

are not worthy compared to the glory

which shall be revealed in us.

[flesh sizzling]

[crying in pain]

It's gonna be all right.

Pa couldn't have been a Reb, Ma.

He just couldn't have been.

That's what you're upset about?

[sighs]

Your pa was no rebel.

He may have begun fighting for the South,

but he ended that war a patriot.

But you said that he--

Good and bad aren't always so clear, Will.

Sometimes you wake up and you realize you're on the

wrong side of things.

And when your Pa did, he had the courage

to make things right, just like he always does...

And when he comes back, those killers outside

are gonna feel God's wrath.

What if they kill him instead?

[sighs]

Better eat up, son.

Hard to be brave on an empty belly.

Well, Cap'n...

there's...

there's just something about all this

that I don't rightly understand.

Go on.

That stuff you said about not hurting women or kids.

You think we ought to stand by that.

Do you remember when your pappy and I rode out to defend our

way of life from the tyrant Lincoln?

I do.

We had lots of fine ideas then about chivalry and honor and

what war should look like, and how the rightness of our cause

would carry us to victory.

And the Yankees stole our cattle.

They burned our farms and hung our kin without cause...

And all our fine notions were nothing in the face of their

rapacious, murderous hatred.

[gun cocks]

They took my only child from me.

Ripped her from this life...

without mercy or pity,

and there ain't no law on earth

or in heaven or hell...

that can keep a father from taking his revenge.

Not the devil...

and not God Himself.

That make things any clearer?

Hell, we ain't gonna have to hurt anybody anyway.

[grunts]

How you figure that?

Mrs. McAllister ain't cut out for this kind of life.

I can tell that by lookin' in her eyes.

We give her enough time,

she's just gonna come on out here to us.

That's the sensible thing to do.

And she is a sensible woman.

Man: Cap'n. Look.

What the hell?

Damnation!

[flames crackling wildly]

They'll see that for miles!

Ma!

Keep it burning, you understand?

Anything you can find.

[gunfire]

[rapid gunshots]

[coughing]

[crying]

Look.

[coughing]

[crying]

Will, your sister.

[coughing]

Hey!

I come to help!

The children are still inside?

You come alone, neighbor?

Yeah. I see the smoke, I come ridin' real fast.

Why? What's wrong?

Hattie: Mister Samuelsson, no!

Go get help!

Get help!

[horse neighing]

Captain: No! I want him alive.

Hattie: Ride, Mister Samuelsson! Ride!

[crying]

Let it burn!

Are you crazy?

Cap'n wants 'em alive!

[coughing]

[window shattering]

I'm just trying to help.

Hattie: Let him go!

Captain: Mrs. McAllister, I'm surprised.

It does not dignify a woman to holler and carry on such.

He hasn't done anything to you!

That is entirely true.

But as you see, your obstinance has put us all

in a difficult situation.

So I'm gonna ask you again to come out here

and let us resolve this like civilized people.

Samuelsson: Hattie, you stay there.

He's a no-good liar.

He can't be trusted.

'Course, if you'd rather not be civilized,

I'll have to resort to other methods.

You don't have to do this.

I'd hoped not to.

See, I'm a preacher's son.

I was raised to believe in the Good Book.

It's the only thing that keeps us from being savages.

But even a preacher's boy has got his limits.

Please.

He has a wife and five children.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

- I don't like repeating myself, - He leadeth me beside

- the still waters... - Mrs. McAllister.

So I'm gonna say this...

one more time - ...for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley

- Come on out! - of the shadow of death...

I will fear no evil...

No, no.

- ...for thou art with me-- - No!

[laughing maniacally]

[sobs]

[crickets chirping]

[piano playing]

Woman: You left it across the street!

See?

Maybe I best come on down and escort you across.

No, miss. I'm quite all right.

Ha.

You really gonna drive home half-liquored up?

Seems to me you oughta sober up or just go on

and get drunk all the way.

I gotta get home to my farm.

Farm?

Your farm ain't gonna miss you.

We got real nice beds in there.

Soft, satin sheets.

Or you can sleep all night,

wake up first thing in the morning.

Of course, you can do other things, too.

My wife...

Your wife?

She's waiting on me.

[chuckles]

Something tells me your wife, she don't appreciate you.

Hard workin' man like you.

Not the way you deserve.

Agh!

Geez.

[horse neighs]

[horse neighing]

Yah!

[horse galloping]

I think it's time you learned how to make some coffee.

First, put on some water.

[baby coos]

Now, we need to grind up some beans.

You want them fine, like table salt.

[baby cooing]

Then we boil 'em!

That may be how cowhands make some black sludge they call

"coffee," but it's not the proper way.

Well, what do we do different?

How's that grind looking?

Just like salt!

Good.

Now find something we can use as a filter.

[baby cooing]

Now we wait for it to boil.

You want to know how your pa and I met?

I was walking home from school one day back in St. Louis.

It was during the war and the streets were full of soldiers.

One bunch decided they wanted to have some fun,

so they stole my books.

I begged and pleaded for them to give them back

but they wouldn't.

Just when I started to cry,

I heard someone order those boys to stop.

I turned around expecting a lieutenant or a captain

but it was just your pa.

He was all alone.

In a private's uniform, no less.

It was one man against six, but...

there was something in his voice.

Something that said he could still lick every single

one of them, one at a time or all together.

When they heard it, one by one, they started to drift away,

'til the last one gave me back my books and apologized.

Your pa asked me if he could walk me home, and I said yes,

but...

in my heart, I already knew.

Knew what?

That he was the man I wanted to marry.

That nothing in this world could ever cause him to give up,

and whatever would come, he would stand up and protect me.

All right, now pour it over the beans nice and slow.

How about some more rock candy?

Can't drink your coffee black, can you?

[crickets chirping]

Will? Will!

I need you to keep watch.

I'll be right back.

Psst. Psst.

Will: Ma!

Man: Don't shoot.

I just come to talk.

[gun cocks]

Hattie: You so much as flinch and I swear

I'll put a bullet through your heart.

Man: I ain't armed.

Hattie: Right through your heart.

Man: Please.

The others don't know I come.

Will you just listen?

All right. Talk then.

This ain't what I thought I was joinin'.

We was supposed to rob banks and trains,

not hurt women and children.

It just don't sit right with me no more.

You stood by while they killed my neighbor!

If I'd done said anything,

I'd be lying dead on the ground too.

I remember my mama always warned me 'bout falling

in with bad company.

Once I did, I didn't realize how hard it'd be to part ways.

Who are they?

They're a gang from Missoura.

They rode with Quantrill's raiders during the war.

Cap'n was his right-hand man.

Most of the fellers gave up when ol' Quantrill was killed,

or after the surrender, but not Cap'n.

The war ain't never ended for him.

Look, if'n I help you, would you put in a good word

with the U.S. Marshall for me?

Right, then.

Here's my plan.

The others are sleeping and I'm supposed to be on watch.

If you and the young 'uns can get out of the window,

meet you back about a hundred paces.

I'll bring horses.

You can get them without waking them?

Already done, got 'em all saddled up.

I'll get the children ready.

We'll meet you in ten minutes.

Okay.

Thank you.

We can ride on out 'fore anyone's wiser,

and then go find Jeb.

[shotgun blast booms]

[window glass shatters]

Kid!

Son of a bitch!

She got 'im, Captain.

Now I gotta tell his mama.

That damn fool Kid couldn't lie for shit!

You mind your tongue.

Ma! He was just trying to help.

I never told them your pa's name.

Not one time.

Then how'd he know it?

They're not after us.

They came looking for your pa.

[crickets chirping]

That's why they're out there, taking their time.

That's why they're out there now, waiting.

We're just the bait.

Your father's walking into a trap.

Will...

I'm gonna need you to do something,

and you have to be brave to do it.

I need you to get the filly.

What?

No.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

You're your father's son.

It's our turn to protect him.

[window creaks]

[crickets chirping]

[distant flames crackling]

[grunts]

[spits]

That little Yankee bastard.

Urghh.

Hmm.

[crickets chirping]

♪ They took that Yankee bastard ♪

♪ They shot him in the head

♪ They put him on the fire so his mama saw he's dead ♪

[footsteps]

[shushing baby]

[baby cooing]

[muffled singing]

[spits]

[door hinges squeak]

[crickets chirping]

[laughing]

Hell, Cap'n, the horses are running to kingdom come.

You get her.

Oh, come on.

Son of a bitch.

Get back here.

[groans]

Run! Will?

Will!

What do you think you're doing?

You know, Captain, he didn't mean you no harm before

but he does now.

[horse neighing]

Easy!

[gun clicks]

[loud gunshot]

[horse galloping]

No! No! No!

Agh!

You fuckin' move...

you understand me?

Don't you move.

- Eghh! - Aaahhh!

My god! My god! She cut my face.

Hattie: Will! Run!

Ah, she cut my face!

She cut-- she cut my damn face.

Hattie: Will! Run! Run!

[crying]

Go! Run! Run!

Ma!

Take her! You have to take her.

Go to the Samuelssons!

Go! Go!

You cut me! Huh? You cut me!

Come here, you!

Come here!

[shouting]

Get up! Get up! Let's go!

[groaning]

Let go!

Where'd you go?

Come on out now!

I won't hurt you.

[groaning]

Bitch!

[flames crackling]

That was a damn fool thing you done back there.

Almost got yourself killed.

I told you, I ain't never harmed a woman.

Cap'n, when are we gonna go get that little Yankee bastard?

Shut your mouth!

We got everything we need right here.

All we got to do is get Mrs. McAllister back home before she

catches her death out here.

Yeah, but you told me I could get him and bring him

back here and cut--

Shut your bellyaching runt mouth!

You move...

you die.

[grunting in pain]

You wanna see how it feels to get your flesh burned off?

Captain: Gentle does it, boys.

As it says in Ecclesiastes: "Cast thy bread upon the

waters, for thou shalt find it after many days."

[horse galloping]

[grunting]

Hattie: Jeb!

Captain: Jebediah.

This ain't no way to start a conversation.

Let her go, Miller.

That's Captain Miller to you.

I'd appreciate it if you'd remember that.

Where are my children?

They're safe.

They made it across the river.

You still call yourself a Confederate officer?

You got no right to hold a woman prisoner.

Miller: "For a man shall leave his father and mother

and cleave unto his wife, and they shall be as one flesh."

Genesis.

Chapter Two, 24th verse.

Your sins have found you out, Jebediah McAllister.

And now they are visited upon your whole family.

What do you want?

Vengeance.

Vengeance belongs to the Lord, Miller.

Well, the Lord takes too damn long!

Now, I can see that I'm being less than clear.

So let me be blunt.

You either put that gun down or your pretty little wife

is going to have her eyes cut out of her head.

You said you never hurt a woman.

I haven't.

But he has.

My daughter has laid in her grave for 12 years

while her murderers have walked free.

We didn't murder anyone.

It was an accident.

Captain: She trusted you!

She trusted you because you were her countrymen.

Jeb: Not one man there knew she was inside.

Ask 'em.

[laughs]

Not one man there draws breath, except you!

We thought it was you in there.

No.

[cocks gun]

Only my heart.

Make it slow.

Hattie: Jeb!

[groans]

You swear you won't hurt her?

You'll let her go?

Hattie: No! No, Jeb.

On my child's grave.

Hattie: You can't trust them!

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

[groaning]

[laughing maniacally]

[grunts]

No!

No! [groans]

Ain't having no more little bastards now.

[laughs]

Pleasure's all mine, Jebediah.

Pleasure's all mine.

[laughing maniacally]

Come on, princess.

His daughter...

why did you never tell me?

Bad enough that I had to kill men for the Confederacy.

Then I murdered a child for the Union.

It wasn't murder. You didn't know.

That don't matter to him.

[horse snorting]

When he finishes what he's gonna do, you ride out of here

and don't look back.

I'm not leaving you.

Now or ever.

[horse neighs]

[birds tweeting]

[laughing]

Well, Mrs. McAllister, pride goeth before a fall.

[laughing]

Now, I think that you deserve to have a front row seat for

this trial, because of your close relationship

with the accused.

Jebediah McAllister, you are hereby charged with crimes

against God and the Confederate States of America,

including a murder of a child.

How do you plead?

I have done what I have done.

You have heard the confession.

[groans]

Don't hit my wife.

Gentlemen of the jury...

... how do you find the defendant?

[laughs]

Guilty as hell, Captain.

Guilty as hell.

[laughs]

You got no right.

[laughs]

Look what you have wrought, McAllister.

[groaning]

Do you have anything to say for yourself?

You don't give a damn what I have to say.

Go on and do what you're gonna do.

Hattie: No.

Are you familiar with the Book of Romans?

"For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God."

And I have no doubt God will forgive you...

Hattie: No!

... through the blood of His son.

But I ain't God.

Hattie: No! Agh!

I'll do anything!

I said I'd do anything!

Anything?

[panting]

Each man here?

[laughing]

Entirely of your own free will?

Hattie, no.

Well...

Not for me.

[laughter]

Hattie, no!

We accept.

[laughter]

Hattie, no.

[laughter continues]

Don't do it!

Ooh, yeah.

[groans]

Hattie, no.

[grunts]

Don't you hurt him!

Ah!

Hattie!

[gunfire]

Aaahhh!

[bird squawking]

[groaning]

[groaning]

Now I expect you to conduct yourself like a southern

gentleman in there.

[laughs]

I am going to allow you to watch your wife make herself

into a whore.

And then I'm going to kill you just the same.

[sobs]

Take off your gun belt and leave it by the door.

I can put some perfume on if you like.

I got a bottle in just last year from New York.

"And behold, a pale rider was set on him.

His name was Death."

[grunting]

"And hell followed with him--"

[grunts]

[laughing]

[moaning]

[laughing]

[groaning]

[choking]

[grunting]

[panting]

[choking]

[breathing rapidly]

[crash]

[breathing rapidly]

[choking]

[breathing rapidly]

[cries in anger]

Go to hell, you son of a bitch.

[spits]

Hey, hurry it up in there!

My pecker's getting antsy!

[laughs]

[loud gunshot]

[rapid gunfire]

Sonofabitch shot me again!

Kill 'em all!

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[rapid gunfire]

I'm all right.

[gun cocks]

Where are you going?

[gun cocks]

[gunfire]

What are you doing?

[panting]

[groan]

Go.

[gunfire]

[gunshots]

[crying]

Thank you, Frank.

You avenged her...

as if she was yours.

May all His glory be revealed you, my brother.

[sobs]

Upon the wicked...

he shall rain snares,

fire, and brimstone...

and a horrible tempest...

shall be the portion of their cup.

[coughing]

[breathing heavily]

This is not the end, McAllister!

[gun cocks]

Do you hear me?

This is just the beginning!

The iniquities of the father

will be visited upon the children!

[gun cocks]

I am gonna hunt down your boy and girl!

I don't care how many years,

I don't care how many miles.

I will find them!

Jeb.

[gunfire]

Captain: Come on!

[rapid gunfire]

Captain: You son of a bitch.

[rapid gunfire]

Dammit! [gun cocks]

[gunfire]

[gunshots]

[flames crackling]

[approaching footsteps]

[gun cocks]

[gunfire]

Hattie!

[gun clicks]

Jebediah.

It is finished.

[loud gunfire]

[body thuds]

[gunfire]

[distant flames crackling]

♪ Until the end

♪ I'll walk with you

♪ I'll walk with you, my love

♪ And wake my heart

♪ I'll speak the truth

♪ And only then to you

♪ ["Glory Be" performed by Maesa Pullman, Jason Hitler, Vita ♪

♪ [Gutilla, Mikala Schmitz]

♪

♪

♪ Glory be to all our love

♪ That flows a mighty river

♪ And glory to the open plains

♪ That hold it like no other

♪

♪

♪

♪