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- Hey boys.

Lookey there.

Company.

I wonder what they're after.

- Hope it isn't us.

This is free range, ain't it?

- [Cowboy] Hell, I don't know.

- [Cowboy] Looks like a Tejano and a Colored feller.

- Is that right?

(eerie music)

- This here is Print Olive Land.

- Is that a fact?

- Y'all are trespassing.

- I don't see no signs nowhere.

- Did you hear what I just said?

- We hear, mister.

This here Print Olive Land, the man burner.

- We don't want no trouble here.

Just watering and we'll be on our way right quick.

- You boys work for Print Olive, huh?

(eerie music)

- Lookey here boys, this dude is smarter than he look.

- Boys is right.

Hey greaser, who's the yellow jacket?

(gunshot bangs)

(eerie music)

- Well looks like the last stupid question

he'll ever ask, hey boys?

Alright, that'll be five a piece gold if y'all got it.

- That's robbery.

- Call it whatever the hell y'all like.

Just take your herd and make track.

God damn it, you're liable to meet Mr. Olive himself.

Sorry about your friend there.

By and by, this here's Killing Jim Kelly.

Y'all ever heard of him?

(intense music)

Where'd your blood go, boys?

Run down to your boots, did it?

- Hey, take your friend if you want him fixed right.

If not, I'll burn him.

(gunshot bangs)

- [Olive] Hey Newkirk, you sure I can't buy you a drink?

- [Boss] God, you know I don't drink, Olive.

- Never fear, gentleman,

I shall imbibe for the lot of you.

- You might own everything else in this county, Newkirk,

but I got the bulge on you now

and I aim to collect back that steer

you hornswoggle me outta last week.

- Hornswoggle?

You better point that tongue straight

when you talk to me, Olive.

(Print and Boss laugh)

- Two pair.

- [Boss] Pair of ladies.

- Here's my, luck has played out.

- How many times are we gonna be trading this steer out?

We spent more gold on that God forsaken cow moving it

to and fro than what is worth, by God.

- I don't know, till we're both stuck

in a hole up on a hill, I reckon,

or we cook it up for some fan dango.

Anyway, it gives that rag of a newspaper something to print.

- Now that rag is best used

as a lining for a parrot cage.

- He ain't had nothing to say

since the Round Rock stage robbery.

- Yeah and the law don't do a damn thing.

- Law.

Ain't no law out here except that we make.

Damn newspaper has to make things up

to print just to stay afloat.

You know the rules, Newkirk.

I want that cow delivered by sundown tomorrow

and I want a red bow around his neck.

- Okay, okay.

A little humility is good for the soul.

Sam, go get the mail.

I'll meet you out front directly.

Now Olive, you gonna get that cow all wrapped up,

but don't go getting too attached now, you here?

I'll see you next Wednesday.

- See you, Boss.

- [Boss] Doc.

- Tell me, Mr. Olive,

just how long has all this good natured fun

been going on for?

- Well, Doc, I've known Newkirk since we were both boys.

We never had a cross word for each other.

Lifelong friendship.

- Friendship, I like that.

You know, I must say it is rather refreshing

to see some sweet souls at play.

I suppose that is a good afternoon to you, Mr. Olive.

- Mr. Holliday

- [Doc] Boys.

Ooh, let's do that one looks good.

Let us change my luck.

What do you say fellas?

Yes.

(bell dings and door squeaks)

- Good morning, Sam.

- Morning.

- Got a package for you.

(box lid clanks)

(Sam whistles)

- Mr. Newkirk ordered it for me for 15 years of service.

Sure beats one of them Railroad watches.

They're only right twice a day.

- It sure is a dandy.

- Yeah, it's called a Boss of the Plains.

- I saw Jack wearing the same hat a few days ago.

Different color though.

- Jack hasn't had an original thought his entire life.

- Hey Sam.

- Yeah?

- Tell Newkirk I got his useless nephews locked up

in the calaboose.

- Again?

- Double eagle and a five to get 'em out.

(door squeaks)

(calm music)

- Hey Jim,

where'd you get that new Colt revolver?

- Took it off comanchero,

killed a buffalo soldier.

Killed the comanchero.

- Mighty fine.

- I thought he was looking for rustlers.

- Rustlers, free ranges, no difference.

- Hey Jim, you have a short fuse?

What's eating you?

- Nothing's eating me, Frankie.

I'm here to protect Olive Land,

not save souls.

(calm music)

- Frankie, you're new to the outfit.

What brought you here?

- I was a (Frankie speaks foreign language) for Soso Ranch

until I got tired of the Apache.

I was on my way to Bellios,

when I heard Mr. Olive was looking for hands

and now I'm here.

How about you, Red?

- Caught me rustling his stock down in Yawger Creek.

(gunshot bangs)

Shot me in the leg.

(gunshot bangs)

- [Print] Drop it.

- [Red] You know what he said?

He goes...

- Son, you got some crust stealing from me, boy.

Why you stealing from Print Olive?

- [Red] Easier than working for it.

- Reckon it is.

You work for me now.

Grab your shit, come on to the ranch house.

- [Red] Patched me up, gave me a job.

- How about you, Jim?

How'd you end up here anyhow?

- Grew up on Olive Land.

Was a regulator for his pa in my younger days.

I needed a job, here I am.

(calm music)

- You boys want a pickle?

- What?

- I got 'em here in my saddlebag.

Will Walker, the west side sharecropper.

His wife Missy little daughter Sally put-

- I'm turning in.

You got that coal oil?

- Yes sir, right here.

(calm music)

- Now I'd like to actually go to sleep tonight,

so keep you yaking to a minimum.

I'd appreciate it.

- Night.

(calm music)

- Hey Red, what do you know about Jim?

(calm music)

- I know he drew on Luke Short once.

They've been agreeable ever since.

Of course Jim ain't as famous as Luke Short

'cause he a Color fellow.

Jim's had to work twice as hard as a white man

to get where he at.

Jim likes to read a lot.

Even out here on the trail by candle light.

He don't talk much.

Just reads and kills.

(calm music)

I knew he was born here in Williamson County.

He was away quite a spell,

but he don't talk much about that.

Hell, you don't talk much about nothing I recon.

(calm music)

- Mr. Olive's a good man.

All I want is 30 a month and found.

- Amen to that.

Let me ask you,

why is it you smoke rolled up Coyote shit anyhow?

- Lemme tell you a little secret.

This cigarro right here, she's no coyote shit.

She's have javelina shit,

(Frankie speak in foreign language).

(Frankie and Red laugh)

- [Red] Oh boy.

- [Jim] Y'all better shut the hell up.

(crickets chirp)

(door lock clanks)

- I hear you got my nephews locked up.

- [Dan] Uncle Boss, we didn't do nothing.

Marshall just don't like us.

- [Deke] Right.

- That's not what Miss Susie said.

- Marshall, let 'em out.

- Double eagle and a five, Boss.

(coins clank)

(door clanks)

(gate clanks)

- Boys, I got a job for you.

I want you to deliver that cow to Mr. Olive

by sundown tomorrow with a red bow around his neck.

Do you understand me?

- Uncle Boss, I ain't leading

that God damn cow around

fixed up like a dandy no more.

For Christ's sake,

folks at the Republic still laughing at me

for the last time I paraded that beef up to Olive's place.

- Ain't the only thing they're laughing about.

Do you understand me?

No more mischief either.

If that Marshal pisses in my ear one more time

about the two of you,

I'm going to have your ears on my watch chain.

And remember, your ma ain't here

to protect you no more, you hear?

- Yes sir.

I understand

- Now get outta my sight

Amelia, I sure do miss you so,

but I don't know how much longer I can take

these shit hill he on.

- Good morning, Jack.

- Morning Mr. Olive.

- Where'd you get that cigar?

- From Frankie, kind of gritty.

Tastes shitty.

Ain't he a frontier dandy?

- Mighty fine.

Was wearing the St. Louis neck tie when he showed up.

- Well take him down by the creek,

put 'em on that sweet grass.

Growing kind of fond of that critter.

- Want me to put this back on him?

- Yeah, why not?

Hey Jack, got a new hat?

- Yeah, you like it?

It's my new going to town hat.

They call it the Boss of the Plains.

- [Olive] Oh, where'd you get it?

- Montgomery and Ward Catalog.

Saved six months for it.

- Six months?

Maybe a little less time with the rye and soil doves,

huh, Jack?

- Worth every penny, especially on Nickel night.

- Just take that cow down to the creek.

(calm music)

- What's troubling you, Missy?

- You are truly happy here aren't you, Will?

- Sugar, if I could describe the feeling I get each day,

now I know I brought you in Sally here from Ohio,

but I'm gonna need you to trust me.

I'm gonna own this spread one day, you'll see.

- I just, I don't know about this place.

I get a bad feeling and I'm just scared, okay?

- Daddy, will you read to me tonight?

- Yes darling.

That's a promise

- Y'all behave yourself, okay?

They'll be serving corn bread for supper.

- My, my, my.

Well I better get Annabelle down to the creek

to graze a spell.

Been working awfully hard.

She never lets me down.

- Did you hear that, daddy?

Cornbread.

I know it's your favorite.

I got fresh bee honey from Mr. Red too.

A horse traded for a dried pickles.

- The horse fader?

(Will and Sally laugh)

- You be careful.

- Yes.

(calm music)

- Watch out for rattlesnakes now.

You know how they seem to be in every place

this time of year.

- [Will] Yes darling.

I think I can handle the likes of 'em.

(calm music)

- Whoa.

God damn it, man.

Where are we going with this beef?

Huh?

Bad enough we have to deliver it to Print

and now we going to took it back?

- Jack shouldn't have left him down by the creek

if you didn't want him took.

Now go tie up the horses,

I'll tell you what I figure.

- God dam it.

- Hey Dan, you know I was thinking

why don't we just cut him up and sell him to Grainger, huh?

- Listen, I'm fixing to get the old man off our asses

and get us a little more time

for that petticoat drunk Marshall

to forget about the Round Rock Loot.

- [Deke] Well what are you waiting on?

- Every time I go near it,

my shadow's wearing a badge.

Now see here, I take that damn cow

and lead him out in the prairie

and with Boss and Oliver are arguing

about where the hell he went,

we waltz right in and grab the sugar.

They'd be all ours.

- And Coy's, right?

- Anyways, we'll be living high, kid.

No more God damn ranch work

and no more toting around that dandied up cow.

(stick cracks)

Show yourself!

Come on.

Stop you son of a bitch. - Damn it.

(gunshot bangs)

What did you do?

Oh shit.

Dan, what are you doing?

(gunshot bangs)

Now you gone did it, you jack ass.

That's Will Walker, you idiot.

- Who cares?

Who cares about some old tar face anyhow?

He probably heard us talking about

the Round Rock Express box.

Let's get the hell outta here.

- Wait, wait, wait, what about the dandy, huh?

- Leave him for the wolves.

- So I say we go down the snuff.

- Yep.

- Men.

Men.

- It's okay, Jim.

- They shot Will Walker.

They shot him by the creek.

Back shooters

- Are Missy and Sally okay? - Who done it?

- They're fine, they're at the house.

I don't know who done it.

Probably rustlers.

- This don't make sense.

Will don't go fix, he don't carry no gun.

- Oh sweet Jesus, his poor family.

- Alright, you head back to the ranch,

you tell Mr. Olive that we will see to the family

and find these damn bush whackers.

- Think going to be keeping Mr. Olive out of this,

is he?

- I know, now get.

Come on, ya.

(door clanks)

- Red.

I knew we shouldn't have come from Ohio,

but Will insisted.

He had a good job up there, but he wanted more.

He wanted to come to Texas but to what?

A hole in the prairie to be buried in.

- Missy, he'd rather die out here trying

than to live out his life in the city.

You know that.

You couldn't get a fair shake out there with them folks.

Missy, you do know that the Olive family will make sure

that Will is taken care of

and that you and Miss you're looked after.

- Don't.

Right now, all I want to do is go back to Ohio with Sally,

where it is safe.

I don't want any more rustlers and killings in Texas.

- Now, now

There will be vengeance for those who took Will from us.

(door clanks)

(sad music)

- "Flower Fables and Little Women".

You like to read?

Louisa May Alcott.

Your favorite author?

- [Sally] Daddy was gonna read these to me.

(sad music)

(Jim sighs)

- You know, I like to read.

Got lots of books too.

- You do? - Yeah.

I'm betting I even got one that you've been wanting to read.

- Do you have "The Celebrated Jumping Frog" by Mark Twain?

I love Frogs.

- That's quite a mouthful.

And yes, I most certainly do.

- My papa reads to me every night.

Or he did.

(sad music)

- I tell you what, Miss Sally,

I'm gonna bring you a couple of my favorite books

next chance I get.

- Really?

- Sure as I'm hat in hand.

- I wish my papa was here.

- Oh, he's watching.

You said that your papa was a hero of the war.

- He was a soldier.

- That sounds like a hero to me.

(sad music)

(lock clicks)

- I assume you heard Will Walker was killed

down by Yawger Creek.

- I have.

- [Olive] What do you gonna do about it?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?

- What do I care if some koon rustler got it in the back?

- Will was no rustler.

He was a God damn farmer.

- Then why was he found next to that steer

you and Newkirk are always swapping?

Mr. Olive, all you ever do

is flannel mouth me and tell the town folk

I got no brass.

You can do whatever the hell you want to anyway.

I don't stand for you and your boys, right?

- You lazy son of a bitch.

(mug clanks)

(door creeks)

You know rustler's one thing.

Killing one of our own is something else altogether.

Jack, I'm pulling out the stops

to find whoever killed Will Walker.

It's your job to make sure everyone

in this damn town knows it.

- Right on, Mr. Olive.

♪ Ring around the rosie ♪

♪ Pocket full of posie ♪

♪ Ashes, ashes, we all fall down ♪

(eerie music)

(sad music)

(sad music continues)

(sad music continues)

- Hey Jim, see that dandy over yonder?

- Yeah.

- That there's John Holliday,

you know, Doc.

- What's he doing in here?

- Gambling and drinking, what else?

Met him through Mr. Olive.

They buck a tiger.

- I heard he is a lunger.

- I wouldn't tangle with him.

- You can keep all that gambling.

Never did me any good.

- Oh, tibble.

- I can't serve your boy in here.

- Why you yellow bastard.

You won't serve this man 'cause he Colored.

That don't go here in Williamson County, boy.

Where you from anyhow?

You new here?

- Give him a God damn drink.

Y'all are interrupting my run.

- Doc, I thought you didn't like Colored fellers.

- Well, not all of them.

(glass clanks)

- I tell you what, I'll take three of them candy sticks.

Three.

(jar clanks)

Wrap 'em up.

(paper crinkles)

Good boy.

- Well I do believe my ass has a run out the door.

Excuse me, have a good evening.

I do believe these boys were about to buy me a drink.

- Mr. Holliday, Red Murray.

Mr. Olive introduced us a while back.

- Mr. Olive.

I am rather fond of him.

He has contributed to more

of my overindulgence than I care to remember

or could possibly.

- This here is Frankie Vega,

Jim Kelly, Mr. Olive's men.

- Jim Kelly is that, um...

Killin' Jim Kelly.

- [Jim] Depends on who you ask.

- [Red] Doc, you've been in town long?

- Long enough to lose my ass, I reckon.

- Maybe you heard about the killing of Will Walker.

- Only murmurs.

- You think he keep the ear to the ground?

- Flow of spirits does have a loosening effect.

Gentlemen, would you please excuse me?

(Jim breaths heavily)

- John, I got a little one to care for, all right?

Don't you fret.

(door knocks)

Ms. Walker, Jim Kelly.

One of Print Olive's men.

I brung a book for Miss Sally.

- One moment.

(door creeks)

Good evening, Mr. Kelly.

- Good evening, ma'am.

- Good evening, Mr. Kelly.

- Good evening Miss Sally.

I brung one of them books I was telling you about it.

- It's brought.

- Ma'am?

- It's brought not brung, Mr. Kelly.

- Yes ma'am.

- Don't just stand there, come inside.

- [Jim] Thank you.

(door creeks)

- Did you bring "The Celebrated Jumping Frogs"?

I love frogs.

- Yes, Miss Sally, I most certainly did.

And you know what else?

- Candy sticks.

Are these all for me?

- Yes ma'am, they are.

But you can share with your mom if you'd like to.

Don't go eating all those at once.

Don't want you getting a belly ache.

- All right.

Mr. Kelly, will you read to me?

- Ms. Walker?

- Maybe another night, Sally.

You must get your rest.

Go on.

Mr. Kelly, Sally's taken a liking to you

and we haven't even buried her father yet.

- [Jim] Yes ma'am, I know, I know.

- Oh, don't go feeling sorry.

I'm just making an observation.

- [Jim] Yes, ma'am.

- Mr. Kelly, just what did Red mean

when he said there'll be justice for Will?

- It means that those men will suffer

the same fate as your husband, ma'am.

- I don't want anymore killings, do you understand?

I don't want my daughter exposed

to this so-called Frontier justice.

All I want to do is bury my husband and the dad they loved

and go right on back to Ohio

where people are considerate and civilized,

where my could be properly educated.

Texas is no place for women and children.

- Yes ma'am.

Ms. Walker, would you mind if I read

to Ms. Sally on tomorrow evening?

- Did you not hear anything I just said?

I...

Alright.

- Thank you, ma'am.

(Missy sighs)

(door knocks)

- Yeah?

- [Sam] Print, Boss.

He's read an hour.

- Come on in.

(door creeks)

What brings you out so late?

- Well, suppose you heard about Will.

- Yes sir.

It's an unfortunate incident.

- Yeah.

I assume that you also heard

he was in possession of my, our cow.

Will wouldn't... Print,

I know where you're going.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was them.

- I don't want this to cause any unpleasantry between us

but if they're responsible, you know what I have to do.

- I understand.

(footsteps clank)

- Boss,

I don't ever wanna see that steer again.

How did something so good natured

just turned into something so ugly?

- I'm sorry, Print.

- Yeah, me too.

- Sam, come here.

(footsteps clanks)

- Yes sir?

- I want you to go find my idiot nephews.

I want them here right now.

- Yes, sir.

(footsteps clank)

(door clanks)

- Coy, another?

- Yeah, why not?

(glasses clank)

(cork squeaks)

(Doc coughs)

- Barkeeper, fix me a ride.

I'm looking for a little play this evening.

- Right away, Doc.

Anything for you.

- Now it is of my understanding

that this fine establishment

no longer serves a free lunch.

- House rules, Doc.

- And this is progress.

(Doc speaks in foreign language)

Private stock, no lay outs.

- Hey mister, how do you rate?

All we get is coffin varnish around here.

- Barkeep, is someone addressing me?

My hearing is flawed.

- Yeah, I'm talking to you.

I asked, how you rate?

- Barkeep, surely I have lost my weight in fortune

at this establishment.

These gentlemen have not.

- This here is Coy Watson.

- [Coy] Are you deaf, boy?

(gun clicks)

- Now evidently you boys are not from Georgia.

For if you were, your mothers would've taught you

how to behave in a public gaming parlor.

Even one that has ceased to serve free lunch.

I reckon.

Oh, in case I was not clear,

say goodnight, boys.

Children.

(footsteps shuffle)

There we go.

- Who the hell does he think he is

telling us where to get off?

Son of a bitch is gonna pay.

- Yeah, yeah. - Son of a bitch is gonna pay.

- Damn right.

(Doc speaks in foreign language)

- Sorry Doc, I don't speak Mexican

(Doc speaks in foreign language)

- [Barkeep] What'll it be?

- To translate your Mexican, sir,

one night awaits everyone.

How much whiskey can I get for a nickel?

- Deke, Dan, boss wants to see you right away.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, right away, huh?

- Dumb bastards.

- Oh shit.

- Y'all drunk again?

- No sir, just been in town having a little fun.

- Yeah, right. - Listen up.

Did you two have anything to do

with the killing of Will Walker?

- Who cares?

He's nothing but an old nigger.

(punch claps)

- Well did you or didn't you?

I'm damn glad your pa ain't around

to see the disgrace you've become.

Them Color farming folks been a part of Texas

long before our independence

and long before the Lord made the mistake

of tarnishing the land with you.

They done more for Texas by accident

than you could in a 1,000 lifetimes.

Christ almighty!

You stupid greenhorn bastards.

If you wasn't my kin, I'd shoot you myself

here and now. - Look-

Look... Hey.

And I know Olive.

He's on to you

and I ain't standing in his way.

- We ain't a feared to no ranchers.

- Yeah, Coy Watson's got our back.

(Boss chuckles)

- Coy Watson. - That's right, sir.

- Everybody knows he's living on borrowed time.

He's dead and he doesn't even know it.

You boys, you're on your own now.

Get out!

Sam, hell's full of people

wondering how they got there.

Two of them just walked out the door.

It's your job to make sure they never

step foot on this ranch again

and if they do.

- Yes, sir.

I'll let introduce 'em to Sam Colt.

- I heard the whole damn thing.

I tried like hell to take the shine off in there britches.

Looks like you had the same luck I did, none.

Your supper's ready and getting cold.

So get that big behind of yourn in there and get to it.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, ma. - Oh,

don't you sass me.

You are not too old to get this spoon by golly.

And you too, hmm.

- [Deke] Damn it Dan, I ain't never seen Boss

so worked up before, have you?

- [Dan] No, but who cares?

That old cattle ranching, it's too much work anyhow.

- [Deke] Damn right.

There's easier ways to make a living,

you know what I mean?

(Dan laughs) - Oh yeah,

that's right, I know what you mean.

Gonna be rich, boys.

- [Dan] Ho!

- Get that cigar from Frankie?

- Yeah, why?

- No reason.

- You know, being a chicken might not be that bad.

- Till supper time I suppose.

You know, I'll say after supper tonight,

we go into town, we have ourselves to look around.

- Tomorrow.

- And why is that?

- 'Cause I said so.

Gotta catch me a frog this afternoon.

- Is that what they're calling that these days

in Pecos County?

(Jim chuckles)

(chickens cluck)

(wooden frog clanks)

- If I was a frog, where would I be?

- In a French restaurant in Newham.

Ho Jim, now, don't go shooting me.

- Oh Mr. Olive.

I'm awfully sorry.

- It's all right, son.

I reckon if I had to go, I'd be mighty proud

I stood up to Killin' Jim Kelly

- Fixing to catch me a frog.

- Yeah, so I see.

What the hell for?

- Little Miss Sally Walker.

- For Sally or for Missy?

- Mr. Olive.

- Yeah, she's mighty pretty.

- Will ain't been buried yet.

- Yeah.

Yeah, we planned him tomorrow.

I expect you'll be there.

- I'll be there.

Missy says that she's fixing to go back to Ohio

after they lay Will to rest.

- And what do you think about that?

- Don't really know.

I mean I've taken them, Miss Sally in a way.

And Missy don't think Texas is a place

where you can raise a child.

- Is that so?

Well I know plenty of folks raised in Texas

came out just fine.

- She don't wanna see no more death,

no more killing.

Mr. Olive,

this gun been my whole life.

That and hiding to twist the pages of books.

I don't know nothing else.

These books I've been reading got me wondering

what if I had a spread,

you know, some cows of my own.

- Jim, I'm mighty sure

the McCall brothers did in Will.

Soon as I'm certain,

I want you to take care of them sons of bitches.

- Mr. Olive... Jim, you do

this one more thing for me,

you'll have your cows.

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

Good.

You catch that frog from Miss Sally, all right?

I recall Will saying something about

Missy likes blue bonnets.

- Blue bonnets.

(wooden frog clanks)

(door knocks)

- Mr. Kelly.

- Miss Sally.

You are a lovely sight this evening.

(Sally giggles)

- It's my best dress.

I'm wearing it tomorrow.

- Oh.

Hey, I brung you a little something.

- [Missy] What?

- I brought you a little something.

- More candy sticks?

- You wish.

No, this is a little accompaniment

for reading tonight if that's all right with your ma.

- Y'all better start reading.

You can get on up there.

- What have you got there in the bag?

- Get situated and I'll show you.

- All right.

- Ms. Walker, I actually brought you

a little something as well.

- Why thank you.

- You're welcome, ma'am.

- Give me a second, give me a second.

All right.

- Let's see what you got.

- You mean may I see what you have?

- [Missy] I heard that.

- All right, now he won't win jumping contest, I reckon,

but he's mighty pretty.

Likely to a gemstone

- For me?

- Keep him wet and feed him plenty of crickets, all right?

- Does he have a name?

- I'm thinking maybe Samuel.

Like Samuel Clemons.

- [Sally] Thank you.

- You're mighty welcome.

- I done tuck Ms. Sally in.

Snug as a bug, cute as it too.

- Mr. Kelly, I would like Sally

to properly moan her loss.

- Yes ma'am, I know.

- I appreciate what you're doing here

and I feel like Sally needs time to...

Well, time to grieve.

- Ms. Walker, I'd never do anything to hurt Sally, never.

- I know that.

I would just like to slow things down a little

so she has time to understand her loss,

that's all.

- Yes, ma'am.

I think I best be going then.

You hold on to those.

(sad music)

(sad music continues)

Try Olive beef, you get a Texas cakewalk

- Hang by a blackie.

Don't that beat all?

(sad music)

- Deliver us, oh God,

from the fear of the moral soul.

(gunshot bangs)

Deliver Will to everlasting love,

light and freedom.

Although his departure has been premature,

we must understand why Will is gone.

(gunshot bangs)

He's gone home to God.

Reach out to the spiritual and look past the darkness.

Amen.

Now to Mr. Olive's men, I say,

vengeance is treachery.

It is not virtuous.

Turn the other cheek.

Let God do his work.

Everyone, bow your heads with me in the Lord's prayer.

Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread.

Forgive us of our debts, Lord,

as we forgive our debtors.

- Frankie, that kerosene.

- Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory forever.

Amen.

- Tonight we go to town and deal with them McCall's, right?

- Not till Mr. Olive gives the word.

- We know damn well it was them who done it.

- What you thinking, Jim?

- I'm thinking that maybe the preacher and Missy are right.

Either that or I'm getting too old for all this shit.

I don't know.

- What are you saying?

- Hell, I don't even know what I mean.

(door knocks)

- Come in.

- Mr. Olive.

- Yeah, Red, what can I do for you?

- This ain't easy for me to say,

but I think Jim's going a little soft.

- Think so, huh?

- Yeah, I'm worried about him.

It's like the preacher's words,

they got in his head or something.

- Tell you what, Red,

let's just let Jim sort this out on his own, huh?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You're pretty sure it was the McCall's behind this, right?

- Would be a solid wager.

(eerie music)

(Red's gloves clap)

(eerie music)

- Three whiskeys.

- [Barkeep] Yes sir.

(eerie music)

(glass scrapes)

(eerie music)

- You Cory Watson?

- [Cory] Who's asking?

(footsteps scrapes and spurs clinks)

- I am.

(wheel clanks)

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm the bird that's looking for the saddle bums

that killed Will Walker.

- And if we are?

- I'll have to kill you.

(gunshots bang)

(Frankie grunts)

(gunshots bangs)

(Frankie grunts)

- [Doc] I kill you sons of bitches.

(Red moans)

- Red.

(Red coughs)

- No fight, breath in, breath in.

It's okay. It's okay.

No, no, no, no.

(sad music)

(Frankie speaks in foreign language)

(sad music)

- He came to me, you know?

I didn't realize it at the time,

but I think he was asking permission

to go after the McCall's.

- If I'd been there, he'd still be alive.

- Yeah, no one to blame.

Just the way the toad hops.

Leaves little doubt though, don't it?

And I think you need to add

this Coy Watson to your list.

- I can do that.

- Good.

(horse whinnies)

(door knocks)

(door clanks)

- I brought those books for Sally.

(books clank)

You leaving soon?

- There's nothing for us here anymore.

- I am.

- We have lost another special to Sally.

No child should have to endorse this senseless pain.

Can you promise me that'll never happen again?

- After I make things right.

I got a job to do.

- A job?

A job, is that what Red was doing

when he got himself killed, a job?

I can't talk to you people.

- Missy, sometimes there's people that need killing.

- I can't see nothing through the hate around here.

Not a thing.

- I may be going to hell, I don't know,

and I don't know how people do things up in Ohio,

but I do know one thing,

in Texas, vengeance is a virtue.

- You stay away from here, Killin' Jim Kelly.

(door clanks)

- I heard what you said to Mr. Kelly.

- Sally, you are a child.

I don't expect you to understand everything.

Some things are best left to the adults.

Now finish the trunk like I asked you to.

I may be a child, but I know when someone care.

Mr. Red cared and so does Mr. Kelly.

- Don't you just ask me, Sally, or-

- Or what?

You won't let Mr. Kelly read to me anymore?

(Missy sighs and trunk lid clanks)

- Lookey here, Jim.

Caught him cutting up this steer.

Was chasing him all the way down Devil's Elbow

and he brung him back here.

- Well shit, Deke.

Saved us a lot of trouble skinning the old boy.

- Go to the devil, you old tar face.

- Now is that any way to talk to your elders?

- Watson will get you,

you and all your damn boys.

You'll see.

- Deke, you cold?

Yeah, tell you what, let's make a coat for this man, huh?

- You ain't wrapping me up.

(punch bangs)

(Frankie speaks in foreign language)

(Deke yells)

- I never meant for Will to get killed

and I had nothing against Red, I swear it.

I just got dealt a bad hand in all this.

I swear it, come on.

- [Jim] Poor Deke, tighter than a $2 fence I recon.

You comfy?

- Maybe your parts will show up

or the coyotes will pull you apart,

scatter you bones on the prairie.

- You sons of bitches.

You'll bleed, all of you.

- Deke, you know, why don't you shut

that lying mouth of yours?

Going back to the devil where you belong.

- I'll meet you there.

- I've been there.

You tell him I said hi.

- [Deke] Jim Kelly, you devil.

Oh please don't do this.

Please, I'm innocent.

Help me, help me.

(people chattering)

- [Dan] So you know, things looking real good what they are.

Might have to take you up (indistinct).

- I might have to buy me a new dress.

(intense music)

- Where's Deke?

- Said he was going to Devil's Elbow on the Olive places.

Get some meat to sell to Grainger.

Has a sweet spot there.

Never any trouble.

I'm a healer.

(Saloon girl giggles)

- Doll, go get a bottle.

We said we were gonna lay low.

- I ain't my brother's keeper.

- Let me know when he shows.

We ought to get outta here soon.

- What's the matter?

You worried about that old Marshall?

- We ought to be able to get that Round Rock cash box

anytime now,

but we need to get out of this place.

Got a bad feeling about that Jim Kelly fella.

- My money's on you.

Stop worrying about them damn ranch hands.

- That newspaper bastard.

He's got the crust to call me and my boys

man burners and vigilantes.

Got a half a mine to buy that rag

and fire the lot 'em over there.

Man's got a right to protect his property and then,

ah, hell.

- Lucious.

- Oh Mr. Olive.

Come on in, have a seat.

I'll nod you up directly.

- Mr. Holliday.

I understand you were involved in

the Republic Saloon transgression.

- Why, yes, Mr. Olive.

I do believe I made my intentions rather clear.

- Bully Mr. Holliday, I anxiously await the denimar.

- Oh you men.

You don't have speaking tongues in here.

I know perfectly well what you're alluding to.

You forget whether it's a shave or quaffier,

I get the scoop.

I'm quite enlightened, you know?

Maybe I should edit the newspaper.

Oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no.

It's atrocious rag the newsprint in this town.

Would you like lavender or maybe rosewater?

- Neither, Lucius, tell me darling,

you would not happen to possess a bit

of that fine lilac pinot now, would you?

- Oh that is such a wise choice.

Let me see if I've got some in the back.

- Plenty to talk about how your boys regulate.

Seems folk are mighty upset.

And one particular little dove whispered in my ear

that she had overheard Coy and McCall

discussing a Round Rock loot box.

- Well Doc, I see you collect earnings

beyond the feral layout.

So you're saying?

- Yes, I was saying that these boys have delved deeper

into criminal endeavors than we had previously realized.

- Dug their own graves.

- Oh Mr. Holliday, you are in luck.

I trust you'll not be marking any cards

with this lovely fragrance.

(Lucius giggles)

- Well Lucius, you seem to be in the know.

How would you go about dealing

with the form mentioned transgression?

- Well first I'd procure a revolver,

perhaps a large one,

like in to the one in Mr. Holliday's waistband.

- And then what would you do?

- Well then I'd locate these unsavory elements

you so eloquently refer to.

- And?

- Well, I'd proceed to blow their ugly little heads off.

- I ain't waiting around no more.

I'll meet you tomorrow.

Sun down at Table Rock.

Pick that sugar, head to Fort Worth.

Everything will be perfect then.

Now we're going to take the old stage road in and out.

No one uses that anymore.

- Ah damn.

Here's to these lovely ladies.

(glasses clinks)

- Amen to that.

(glasses clinks)

- I gotta take a piss.

- There's a new piss parlor out back.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Going home, Danny Boy.

- [Dan] Doc, is that you?

- I come to collect on the debt that you owe.

- I ain't no gambler.

- Oh you gamble all right.

In flesh and blood.

- Now now Doc, I know where there's a whole lot of loot

for the taking.

- Oh, where?

- Along Yawger Creek.

Hidden under table of rock.

Just to help me take care of Coy.

We could split her up.

- Hmm.

I recall words I recently spoke with the barkeep.

- What?

(Doc speaks in foreign language)

(gunshot bangs)

(eerie music)

(people chattering)

(glass clanks)

(intense music)

Hmm, Coy Watson.

I see you are still amongst the living.

- I got nothing to do with you, Doc.

- It is not I you must worry about.

When you see the man whose face is as black

as the hat you're wearing.

Surely them you will be at the hands of Lucifer himself.

By the by, how's Danny boy?

- Just fine, as far as you're concerned.

(Doc chuckles)

- I'm only asking, that is all.

- Go to hell, Doc.

I've got some place to be.

- That'd be hell.

(door clanks)

(intense somber music)

- You turn that little frog loose today, okay?

Jack's coming at sun up and we are leaving then.

- Yes, mama.

Do I have a chance to say goodbye to Mr. Kelly?

- [Missy] Stop that nonsense.

- Well Samuel, I'm fixing to return you to the creek.

- Sally, fixing is not a word.

- I want you to be free

and to be with others that care about you

just as much as you care about them.

- Stop that nonsense, okay?

(intense somber music)

- That's Killin' Jim Kelly, the man burner.

(intense somber music)

- Looking for Dan and Coy I presume.

- Gotta kill 'em both.

- Too late for Danny boy.

- Yeah?

- Well last night was his night.

I drug him off behind Nelly's Hideout,

a fine resting place for a full flusher of his caliber.

They shall find him sooner, perhaps later.

- Is Coy still around?

- No, but I do know where he's heading,

Table Rock, to pick up the Round Rock loot.

- You wanna ride?

- Tempting and I do appreciate the offer.

I truly do, but I must decline.

You see all this killing folk has interrupted my table time.

That is my drinking time.

(Jim grunts)

(intense music)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(door creeks)

(somber music)

- Bye-bye, Samuel.

Time to go back to the creek now.

(somber music)

(birds twitter and somber music)

(branches clank)

(safe clanks)

- Well Dan oh boy, looks like I'm gonna have to

spend this all on myself.

- [Jim] Gun in hand, hey?

- Dan?

- [Jim] Hardly.

- Doc?

- Wrong again, part.

- Kelly, I ain't gonna fight you.

- Oh yeah?

Why is that?

They say you are a gun hand.

- I aim to take this sugar and get the hell outta Texas

than getting mixed up with a man burner like in Oliver you.

'Sides had nothing to do with Will Walker's death.

- You forget about Red?

- Hey, he drew on me.

- Shit.

- Kelly, looks like Dan's not gonna show.

I'll split the money with you,

we'll go our own way.

- Yeah, about that,

Doc left Dan outside of Nelly's Hideout

behind the Republic.

And Deke, well, he's narrow as a fence post by now I reckon.

- Well there you see.

What about it?

- Don't appeal to me.

(gunshots bang)

- Hey, wanna get outta here?

(intense music)

Hey, hey, it's okay.

(Jim breaths heavily)

(intense music)

(Jim breaths heavily)

(intense music)

- How's that feel, you son of a bitch?

Still in the fight?

- I do believe I am.

(intense music)

- You telling me that ball didn't burn you down, man burner?

- Hardly.

- [Coy] What, you wearing an arm or something?

- You can say that.

♪ Hurt my teeth on dust and lead ♪

(gunshot bangs)

(Jim grunts)

(intense music)

(rattlesnake rattles)

(intense music)

♪ Where survival only graces those ♪

♪ Who's blood runs cold ♪

(gunshot bangs)

(Sally groans)

- [Sally] Mama!

♪ Where is my halo ♪

(gunshots bang)

- Mama, snake!

Mama, mama!

♪ Salvation comes on angel's wing sometimes ♪

(intense music)

(gunshots bang)

- [Sally] Mama, mama.

- [Missy] We gotta get inside.

It's okay.

(Sally cries)

(bell rings)

- Daddy!

(bell rings)

- Help, please.

(intense music)

(gun clicks)

(Coy grunts)

(gun clicks)

(Coy moans)

(Coy breaths heavily)

- Take the money, it's all yours.

You gotta get me outta here.

You gotta help me.

(Coy coughs)

(gun clicks)

I had nothing to do with Walker's death.

I didn't kill him.

- Let's try again.

- Listen, you and I are the same.

- How's that?

- We both live by that.

- Well I got a mind and a heart

and if it's not too late, that makes a soul.

(gun clicks)

I could do this all day.

- You have a soul?

(Coy laughs)

So I hear

you go by the name of Killin' Jim Kelly.

I heard something different.

- What'd you hear?

- Nig... (gun shot bangs)

(Jim breaths heavily)

(door clicks)

- Calm down, you yellow belly.

I ain't going to kill you.

(gun clanks)

I won't be needing that no more.

Coy Watson is at Table Rock suffering from lead in the head.

You can probably even handle him now I reckon.

Round Rock treasure's there too.

Hey, I counted it.

So don't get any ideas.

(knife clanks)

- Jim, Miss Sally,

she's in a bad way out at the Walker place.

- What happened? - Snake bite.

Doctor Williams is there.

It's bad, hurry.

- [Jim] Whoa.

- Go, go, go, go, go. - Take it, take it.

Where's Sally?

- [Missy] With Dr. Williams.

- Can I see her?

- Yeah, she's been asking for you.

- Mom.

Mr. Kelly?

Mr. Kelly, is that you?

- Yes ma'am.

- Are you gonna read to me tonight, Mr. Kelly?

- Sure.

Sure, Ms. Sally, as soon as you feeling better.

They told me that mean old snake

bit you on your leg when you were letting Samuel go

at the creek.

(Sally groans)

Doc Williams says he's gonna fix you right up, okay?

And then we'll have our reading nights again.

I got our favorite book right here in my pocket.

But hey, I'm not leaving this house

until you strong as an oak, okay?

- Okay.

(Sally moans)

- That leg is mighty swollen.

I may have to lance it.

This will be a difficult night, Missy.

But by daybreak,

we will know.

- Frankie, go with the doctor.

Help him get whatever he needs.

- Only the tincture of time will tell.

- What can we do, Doctor?

- Love her and pray.

Wouldn't hurt for you to sit up with her all night,

keep her cool and comfortable.

Be strong.

The two of you may be worth more than the medicine.

Be back in the morning to check on her.

- What am I gonna do?

We were to leave tomorrow.

- Hey, we wait for the doctor.

Missy, you gonna have to do most of the praying

for us tonight

'cause I ain't done nothing that's good for my soul

in quite some time.

But I'm not gonna leave Miss Sally's side,

not for one minute.

I know we haven't always seen eye to eye,

but I'm done killing.

(Sally cries)

(calm music)

(Sally cries and calm music)

(calm music)

(calm music continues)

- Mr. Kelly.

Mr. Kelly, will you read to me?

- Yes, I most certainly will.

(calm music)

(door knocks)

- Come in.

(door creaks)

- Hey Man Burner.

- Not you too.

- I'm here for them cows now.

Coy's got a pitchfork in his backside I reckon.

Took my place in hell, I'm hoping.

- Little Sally okay?

- She's gonna pull through

thanks to Doc Williams and prayer.

- Prayer.

I never figured you for the praying type.

You turn a page?

- You can say that.

- Well deal's a deal.

Go see Jack, he'll cut you out a couple bulls

and 20 head of cows

and this is the deed to 20 acres I had set aside for Red.

I think he'd want you to have it.

Ranching Jim Kelly.

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

♪ Cut my teeth on dust and lead ♪

(intense music)

♪ Made the rocky ground up for my bed ♪

♪ Call this lonesome prairie home ♪

♪ Where survival only graces those ♪

♪ Who's blood runs cold ♪

♪ If vengeance is a virtue ♪

♪ Tell me where is my halo ♪

♪ 'Cause I stopped counting killings long ago ♪

(intense music)

♪ I have heard salvation comes on angels wing sometimes ♪

♪ But here I earn it with a single action 45 ♪

(intense music)

♪ Never though there'd be a day ♪

♪ Love would thaw the ice down in my veins ♪

♪ Wonder when I look into your eyes ♪

♪ Will sending souls to Satan ♪

♪ Get my own paradise ♪

♪ If vengeance is a virtue ♪

♪ Tell me where is my halo ♪

♪ 'Cause I stopped counting killings long ago ♪

(intense music)

♪ I have heard salvation comes on angels wings sometimes ♪

(intense music)

♪ But here I earn it with a single action 45 ♪

(intense rock music)

♪ Vengeance may be a virtue ♪

♪ But it brought no halo ♪

♪ So I stopped all that killing long ago ♪

(intense rock music)

♪ You gave me salvation when I told my past good-bye ♪

(intense rock music)

♪ And finally left behind my single action 45 ♪

(intense rock music)

♪ Single action 45 ♪

(intense rock music)