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Sheriff, men, we have a solemn duty to lay upon you.

Marshal Dyer, Marshal

and I have been tasked by the United States government

to apprehend the McCarran gang.

Also known as the Cousins Gang.

And formerly known as the Brothers Gang.

Now the cousins are Mick and Ned McCarran.

They currently lead the gang, though we're not sure

which one's top dog.

Ned had a little brother named Shamus.

Who I'm sure you're aware was shot dead

in Pete's Saloon just a few nights ago.

I'm well aware.

I detained the party that was responsible for that.

Curious German fella.

Bit of a dandy.

Ended up letting him go though.

There were bounties out on Shamus

and the other man he killed.

Refused to take the reward.

That's very strange.

Where is he now?

Said they were headed out toward Uvalde.

Said he had some business with Patton Garrett.

The Patton Garrett?

Yes sir.

The same man who shot Billy the Kid.

I'm not sure how Billy the kid ties into McCarran's,

but the two brothers who founded the gang are Liam

and Killian McCarran, a couple Irish bastards who fought

for the Confederates.

Liam was the gun smuggler off the Gulf Coast,

but after the Battle of Mobil Bay, he met with his brother,

Killian, and they did some revenge raids up

in Mississippi.

Then turned bandit, and been bastards ever since.

Sheriff, you know this gang?

By reputation mostly.

Heard they've been up to some bad business

up and down the valley,

but they've steered clear of my jurisdiction so far.

Yeah, well my jurisdiction runs clear to the Rio Grande,

and they've stained it long enough.

I'm authorized to hire you men on as federal deputies,

and pay you a posse fee of $150 apiece

when we bring 'em in.

Dead or alive?

Dead or alive.

Fortunately, Marshal Dyer here has got a lead on 'em.

We recently acquired a source in the McCarran gang,

and he tells us they're riding

to Killian McCarran's hideout.

They left at first light this morning.

The hideout is along San Pedro Creek, just east

of Devil's River on the outskirts of Del Rio.

Out in Val Verde County?

That's a hard ride.

Especially when you're chasing men who've

had a full day head start on you.

We won't be riding.

We will take the train to Del Rio,

and we have arranged for fresh (indistinct) in town.

Now if you gentlemen are ready, I'll swear you in.

I, state your name, do solemnly swear to uphold the laws

of the United States and all of its territories.

I, John Codwell, do solemn swear to uphold the laws

of the United States, and all of its territories.

Deputy.

I, Peter Jameson.

Do solemnly swear.

To uphold the laws of the United States.

To uphold the laws of United States and its territories.

Swear to do my duty with courage and dedication.

To conduct myself at all times in the spirit of justice.

And if they don't come peacefully,

I swear to god, I'll shoot every last son of a bitch.

Sorry, lord.

Reckon this is where he's hiding?

Yeah, that looks like Paul's style.

Oh shit.

There's someone over there.

Pinkertons?

Damn, Ned.

No, that's just Wes and Schwartzy.

Not the Pinkerton's.

Thank god.

All right, they're gonna hold there.

What are they trying to tell us?

Ah, who knows?

This gang's big on the the hand signs.

They do a little of this, they'll do a little that,

and they seem happy.

I don't like it.

I reckon they're gonna get us killed.

Oh, they certainly will.

We're just gonna ride out before that happens.

I'm thirsty.

Let's go get a drink from the crick.

Oh, you're not gonna drink creek water again, are you?

That's all we got.

Oh.

Should've worn your brown pants.

That's San Pedro Creek down there.

Must be getting close.

Marshal (Indistinct), you're with me.

Rest of you, stay here.

We won't be long.

You've been the rank and law here.

Why has he been running things since Del Rio?

That man rode with a ranger for 20 years.

That's good enough for me.

What about you?

Let's gear up.

Alright, let's go find the little bastard.

Those our boys down there?

They sure enough are.

If this is Cillian's place, we can bag us three

for the price of one.

Looks like they got a couple more down at the creek.

Let's tell the others.

Two McCarran boys ducked into a barn about 400 yards

across the field.

We reckon to meet up with the old man.

They got two more men further down by the creek.

How you wanna play this?

Mr. Jameson, Dickey, you two follow the creek to the east.

Set yourselves up to get the drop on 'em.

But don't open fire 'til you hear us shouting or shooting.

Marshals, say we go through that cops of trees of the barn.

Set you and your rifles up in some prime spots.

I'll get up close and personal with old (indistinct) here.

Stay low, shoot straight.

Let's go get 'em.

Hush, you're gonna lose your balls.

Alright, just a second.

Who the fuck are you?

Afternoon, uncle.

Ned?

Son?

Ned, get your ass in here!

Sir.

I was going to send for you boys, but I hadn't yet.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Adir, we...

We've come with some bad news.

Well, spit it out, boy.

It's Shamus.

He's dead.

What happened?

Some German Danny shot him down in San Antonio.

Does my brother know his son's dead?

No.

Yeah, we haven't heard from him from over two years.

That's why he came looking for (indistinct).

Well, we'll have to tell him.

Well let's ride down to where he is hiding then.

Then down to San Antonio.

Shoot that German son of a bitch down.

Right, sure we will.

First, there's a little bit of business.

Business?

What business?

Come with me.

Who the hell are they?

These (indistinct) ain't traveling in our direction.

It's all right.

We'll spread out, take our boys

after this meeting breaks up.

Stop.

Paco!

We ride 150 miles to tell you your nephew's dead,

and you wanna chew the fat with some border joker-

hold horse, laddy.

Your dad and I have some wheels to turn in here.

And this one's squeaking.

Let me get it greased, we'll tend to your vendetta.

Padre.

I thought you said you would be alone.

surely wouldn't be opposed to my boy

and my favorite nephew coming to visit me.

Unless of course you were planning

to rob a defenseless old man.

Not you insult me.

We are not thieves.

Oh, you're not thieves.

Well, if you're not thieves that clears our deal

something powerful.

Okay, okay.

We are thieves.

We are excellent thieves, but we not gonna.

You know?

Hey, that's not half.

20% as we agreed.

You do the job, finish it,

and get your ass across the border.

It's not enough.

They're gonna bring a lot of heat.

You're getting paid to take the heat.

You've got a whole nother country to fuck off into.

We're holding the 80% as your incentive not

to be leaving too fucking early.

Sorry.

Let's make (indistinct), yes.

How you say?

He married my sister,

but he know nothing about.

Family.

Can't live with 'em.

Okay, you old bastard.

We have a deal.

Paco!

That's my sister.

are close.

I told you this person was gonna fuck you.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Why would I be in bed with a law man?

They followed your boys.

Damn it.

We just got found out.

Okay.

They're here for you and your gang.

Looks like you're in the gang now, Sancho.

It's now or never.

Let's get a move on.

McCarrans!

This is the United States Marshals.

We have a federal warrant.

You two spread out.

Townsend and I'll get 'em on the flank.

You want some water?

Now you can boil that stuff first.

Fuck you!

Come out, you (indistinct) monster!

Aye, just like old time, boys.

Shit!

Got a man down!

You best go check on your boys.

I'll keep planking 'em.

For god's sake, keep me outta your sight.

Right.

Hey!

Hey Blackie!

What you doing here, eh?

Looking for you, Cabro!

We're coming for you, Blackie!

Let's make for the barn.

All right.

Looks like we got us some Mexican standoff, boys.

By my count, you're fresh outta Mexicans.

And we got a half dozen men coming too.

About a half hour's ride.

Dammit, Jameson.

Shit, what else was I gonna say?

That's right!

You boys are boxed in.

Come out with them hands high, throw out them irons.

Promise you a fair trial.

Ah!

Running low, Pa!

Fucking out.

Meet me out there.

Another dozen men?

Ah, he's more full of shit than

that shitter he's hiding behind.

Ain't he?

No, but I don't see any need in letting him linger

on the property.

Holy shit.

This'll send 'em to hell, or home, boys.

Would you lads be so kind?

Well, if somebody light the fuse.

I'll do it.

I got the stronger arm.

Horse shit.

I hit you square in the head with a rock at 40 paces.

That was 20 damn years ago.

Ah, you boys be wagging your tongue.

Unless of course,

somebody would be lightening a fire under it.

Fuck me.

Shit.

Ah, shit.

Run for cover.

- Oh man. - Oh!

That's good, boy.

You okay, sheriff?

Jesus, Jameson.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

Me too.

Hey boy.

That was a mighty fine throw you made back there.

Oh,

thanks, Pa.

Aye.

Now that the law's off us, we got family business.

What did I tell you back at the barn?

Chores before whores?

You're damn right.

And some of 'em, your Pa and I's plans got blown up right

alongside those Mexicans (indistinct).

So what are you thinking?

When's the last time you boys robbed a train?

Marshal, McCarran's hightailed it.

How bad you hit?

Take my gun.

Take my badge.

Sheriff.

Sheriff, get these sons of bitches for me.

You have a mind to see this thing through?

I am,

but we're gonna need help.

I know a certain German dandy

that might be willing to lend a hand.

Let's go check on Dyer.

Yep.

I expected as much.

Doing all the goddam marshals.

She's coming with us.

I don't quite understand why you wanna do this.

Do you even know how to ride a horse?

Shoot a gun?

You know we're going after outlaws here, not cow tippers.

Yeah.

Damn, you look like a real law man.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You've come a long way, Jackson.

You know that?

Let's get on back.

Have these and supper together, huh?

It separates me from them.

You ask me why I wanna do this.

It's because upholding the law, hunting down outlaws,

protecting the innocent, it...

It's my redemption from the name I inherited.

You know, you and Abby, you took me in.

You raised me right.

You gave me a family, you gave me something to fight for.

For 35 years, this badge has been my flame.

Shines bright, and cuts through the night.

It's guided me in my life.

It led me to you when I found you as a young boy.

For you, Jackson, it'll be the flame that draws the moths.

The word gets out,

they will come looking for you.

This is what I'm meant to do.

It's what we're meant to do.

You're damn right, son.

And it'll be the death of us.

Go to hell, you (indistinct) of a bitch!

You show me the way first, friend.

Who are you?

Guns do not kill you?

You are pistol proof.

You bleed out for days, yet you do not die?

And you speak Comanche tongue.

But you are not Comanche.

No.

You tell me, who are you?

Jackson.

My name is Jackson.

Run!

The viper took their life,

and the fire took their spirit.

But I took their pain,

their tears,

and their cries of redemption.

Go to hell, you son of a bitch!

You show me the way first, friend.

Ride back to my father.

Tell him the bastard is dead.

He was a father to me.

And he saved your life.

Why'd you help me?

You owe me nothing.

You will avenge him?

Yes.

Then it is you who will help me.

We ride, we find this woman,

and we take from her what she took from us.

Life?

bullock deserves a fate worse than death.

I know of none!

If we kill her, we are no better than her!

I don't want to be better.

I want fair trade!

You want revenge.

How can you deny this?

How can you bring mercy to a woman who brings death?

You wouldn't understand.

You are scared of her.

No.

I'm scared of becoming her.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

There's been much blood, bullets,

and bamboozling since my last confession.

And I'm not gonna beat the devil

around the stump with you, father.

I ain't seeking forgiveness for any of it.

I've been having too much damn fun.

But what I am asking for today is for forgiveness for a man

that I am going to kill.

You see, something about this one,

it doesn't sit right with me, father.

It goes against my better nature.

See, there's 25 years bad blood between us and I.

The unfortunate thing about all this,

it wasn't personal.

It was simply business.

The big bad law man, slithering like the snake that you are.

Jackson.

Come on, son, wake up.

Go to hell, you (indistinct) of a bitch!

You show me the way first, friend.

It's a hell of a thing having

to put down your daddy's bastard

like he's some sort of sick dog.

And can you believe that?

Going after his own blood, you know, his own birth father.

That is breaking several of the commandments,

I reckon.

I tried to do right by him as a sister.

Give him the dignity of being honorable

that he lusted for so badly.

But the poor boy can't even

stay dead proper.

I blame his mother.

She was a real whore.

No, I mean literally, she was a...

Say.

You're awfully quiet there, Padre.

My name was Jackson Bullock,

until you all abandoned me and left me to die in your sin.

And now I've come back to you.

Your sin made flesh.

You got what it takes to kill me, boy?

Huh?

You ever killed anybody before?

You gonna come after our father next?

He gave you life, he gave you purpose,

he gave you your goddam name!

You wanna see what he gave me?

You wanna see how far this apple falls from the tree?

You wanna see how much blood

of Clayton Bullock is pumping through my veins?

Maybe someday.

But I'm not gonna kill you today.

The unfortunate thing about all this is I do,

I want to make it personal, but,

this is simply business.

Sorry, Jackson.

Looks like some of the family followed me from confession.

Give it to me, huh?

You ain't no gunslinger.

I've got a real darkness festering in me, Jackson.

Even our own father thinks my soul isn't worth saving.

Get him up.

I thought our father would be thrilled to learn

that I had gotten rid of his embarrassing bastard,

and that dusty U.S. Marshall that you called daddy.

Imagine my surprise when our cousins showed up

without their tongues, and a note in blood exiling me

from the family for killing his only male heir.

You.

The Bullock who denied his blood to wear the badge.

His heir.

Is that what this is about?

Your lack of manhood?

No, quite the opposite.

This is about the futility of manhood.

Clayton Bullock may have been the king of the West,

but he's gotten soft, and his judgment is to be questioned.

I'm afraid that he's no longer fit to lead the Bullock gang!

And you are?

What do you think he's gonna do to you, Roan?

He finds out you went behind his back.

I've taken enough gold and silver from Redskins

to turn this gang into an army.

My vision is in line with the new frontier.

You can't go around spilling the blood of Indians

for silver and gold, and not expect repercussions.

Oh, what type of repercussions?

Go.

Jackson.

Go!

This is what I'm meant to do.

Bullock

deserves a fate worse than death.

I know of none.

You were right.

There is a fate worse than death.

Mine.

I've spent my life fighting enemies,

fighting white man,

fighting other tribes,

fighting to stay alive.

There's always a bigger fight waiting.

And if you fight all the time,

eventually you lose.

Maybe you die, or those around you die.

There's no redemption in death.

There is only what you do with your life that matters.

Where are you going?

To find what I have lost.

Even though I wear this badge,

I feel no different from them.

Half law man, half outlaw,

fully damned in the eyes of the Lord.

Will I end up like William,

perpetuating a cycle I cannot break?

Watch those I love gunned down before me like Moon?

The future is unpredictable.

But then again, so am I.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you kindly put

all your jewelry, money, watches,

and any other valuables into these bags?

Hey, pretty boy, gimme your money.

Not again.

You wanna live?

Look away.

Hey sweetie.

Put all the jewelry in the bag, come on.

You can rob a lady without putting a gun

in her face.

Put the money in the bag.

Guns in the bag too, let's go.

Let's go. Come on, come on, come on.

That's my grandmother's ring, please no-

Don't look at my face.

That's a lot of gold for a preacher.

Where'd you get all that, huh?

Your sheep?

Keep on looking at me, you wanna see Jesus?

Put the money in the bag.

I'll send you back to hell, you demon.

Ah God.

Say hello to Jesus!

John, easy, come on, let's go,

let's get outta here.

Simon Shaw.

The Marshal's here, let's go.

You'll kindly let these people go.

Ah, Marshall.

Not a surprise ambush, but you're too late,

I already got what I need.

Let's go, let's go!

Come on, John.

Simon Shaw.

Get 'em, Sheriff!

I will hunt you.

Where's John, where's John?

John!

John!

A man's capacity for evil

does not define his character,

but rather his character is defined by his ability

to be evil.

But choose a more honorable road.

Those who fail to suppress the evil within

must face the consequences of falling to them.

The practical result,

death.

Please.

Simon Shaw!

Fuck.

The marshal ain't far off.

He's a half mile, I reckon.

John's dead.

Yeah, that's unfortunate.

You know it's...

It's a funny thing.

The marshal knew we was coming.

What you trying to say?

You the one run off.

Yeah.

Figured you'd be halfway across the state by now.

Yeah.

What now?

Let's get outta here.

Most cultures speak of a harbinger.

One that beckons the coming of the angel of death.

It is said that they who hear its call

are not long for this world.

We wouldn't be hoofing it like this

if Wiley didn't let the horses run off like he did.

Can't say I blame him though.

Young lad in charge of six horses.

Hell, John would've let a few of them run off

once all that blasting got started.

But not all of them though.

What's our next move, boss?

Huh?

I got a place we can shelter up for the night, but,

after that, I don't know.

You okay, boss?

Shaw!

Shaw!

Boss, wake up!

Wake up.

Wake up, boss.

What do you need me to do?

What do you wanna do?

Shaw!

Boss, you're awake.

I tried to stop the bleeding the best I could, but,

it's really deep.

I know.

Oh, that damn preacher's boy did it back on the train.

I could cauterize it for you.

No.

I'm fine.

Where are we?

John and I found it a few years back.

Don't worry, we're safe.

Oh, yours was empty, so here, drink this.

Simon?

You ain't looking so good.

Leave me be.

You go on and finish that.

But you let me know if you need anything.

I was thinking

that we should probably get up to Colorado instead.

I got some family up there,

and they'll definitely take us in.

At least through the end of the winter.

No, no, we'll get horses in Laramie.

Laramie is our way out.

I don't understand.

John would understand.

Why'd you stop?

Dammit, Izzy, let's keep moving!

We have to go!

Have you no respect?

John was a good man.

He never questioned me.

What about the Union Pacific score?

He questioned you then.

Yeah, look where it got him.

So that's it, huh?

That's all he was to you?

Am I wrong?

Yeah, Shaw, you are wrong.

Remember your place.

Fill it.

Man's redemption does not lie behind the morals

of humanity, but rather with the Almighty in his splendor.

Danger lies in pursuit of vengeance.

The purview of God.

Is forgiveness still possible

once a certain line has been crossed?

Shaw.

Give me an excuse.

Easy, now.

Don't fucking easy me.

You almost fucking killed me.

You scared the hell outta me!

It's lucky I pulled my gun the last minute.

Bullshit.

Let's be reasonable now.

Ain't been a reasonable thing about you

since I found you wandering through the woods.

You gonna get me and you killed just like the rest of 'em.

I didn't kill anyone!

Huh.

Well, you might as well had.

It ain't much of a score if half your gang gets blasted away

by a marshal's posse and the preacher's boy.

Every decision that you have made has turned to shit, Shaw.

We all trusted you.

John trusted you.

Look where it got him.

We'll go to Colorado.

Okay?

We'll regroup.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

I'm leaving!

You done gone soft.

You lost your edge, huh?

Just the shell of the man that I grew to respect.

Hey.

Izzy?

It's you and me, right?

The last of the shaman gang.

We'll go to Colorado.

You have family down there.

We'll...

We'll wait till spring.

We'll go to Wyoming.

We'll kill the men who killed John.

Fuck it.

Son of a bitch.

Simon Shaw.

If you would kindly toss those pistols aside,

perhaps we can discuss the precarious predicament

in which you find yourself.

Mr. Shaw, your most recent

expeditions,

and indeed on this day in particular, your friends,

have not being kind to you.

I'm tired.

Chase will take it out of a man.

I had in my mind the intent to merely

wound you and return you to Laramie.

Where folk, good and bad, could bear witness to your trial,

and subsequent justice rendered.

It seems, however, these old eyes were

not up to the task,

and for that, I am truly sorry.

May I inspect the wound?

Hmm.

So this is it?

This is the end?

We are both, you and I, choosing hard lives.

The mere living of which provides daily testimony

to its hardness.

Despite our most honest effort on your behalf,

you'll not make that journey to Laramie alive.

I just didn't wanna die alone.

Alive or dead was my commission.

Dead is just,

easier on the both of us.

As I have observed, those who plow evil,

and those who sow trouble, reap it.

Consider now, who being innocent has ever perished?

Where were the upright ever destroyed?