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Why do they always
wet themselves?

Just get on with the task.

- They got books.
- Well, shake 'em out.

See if money comes
out the pages.

It won't be in the
table of contents.

Save them jokes that nobody
likes for the campfire.

You didn't cut him deep enough.

He had a lot of blood.
An unusual amount.

He has the same as every other.

Help me up.

There are 16 major
veins in the neck

and you have to cut
through 'em all.

There ain't 16.

My uncle had
an acquaintance with

a man who used to be a doctor

and that's what he said.

Now you get on with the task.

Worthless.

Don't throw no Bibles in there.

I know it's bad luck.

Besides you can always
sell them to some idiot.

Buddy...

I hear horses.

Are you certain?

Positively.

Damn! It was that gun shot.

A bat in China
could've heard that.

That's a full gallop.

We're gonna have to get up
there in them rocks and hide.

Fifteen minutes 'til
they get there.

Scurry.

You hear that?

It was a gust.

That's a real musical gust.

And?

It's ominous.

This is not the time for
womanly imaginings.

Go.

What's that? A wolf?

Bear, looks like.

Is this some kind of sign?
"Keep Out" or something.

We got permission.

Was that us?

I thought the sun was
in the other direction.

Well, it's here now.

Get.

That's where we're goin'.

Straight through this
place and deeper in.

Maybe we shouldn't
be going some place

that looks like a
burial ground.

To a bunch of godless savages.

Ain't no concern of
the civilized man.

A jail on fire is safer
than a place like this.

It's better than sittin'
in that damn gulch,

riders comin' in from one way
and savages the other.

You want to go back there, go.

If that was a gust,
then it learned an instrument!

Listen clear!

We're comin' through here,
like it or not!

Buddy!

Oh, Je...

Would you like some coffee?

No reason to stay up.

More sleeping I do,
quicker Autumn'll get here.

Uh-oh.

Arthur O'Dwyer!

You look real pretty
when you're upset.

Do you intend to sit and
sulk for the next 12 weeks?

Well, what do you
want me to do?

I advised you not to work on
the roof during the storm,

but you went up regardless,

because you had "a notion
to get things done".

But there's no reason
to go over that again.

Didn't you just?

So is this your intention?

Is what my intention?

To sulk for 12 weeks?

I'm not sulking, I'm sour.

- Don't dodge.
- What do you want me to say?

I moved beeves all over the
map, with all sorts of crews

from terrible to worse
to get this position.

You know all that I've done.

This was the big payoff
and now I'm stuck.

I understand how
disappointing this is.

Lot of guys never get
to be a foreman.

And when I finally do,
this happens.

They'll be gone until autumn.
And you're here...

I know my situation.

You're here with me.

You're here with me
for a longer duration

than any time since
we were married.

Can't you see it's not all bad?

Of course I can.

And not just 'cause you're
prettier than most cows.

Most?

You never saw Jessica.

Why so quiet?

They rode out the
beeves yesterday.

Like I told you yesterday.

Nobody left here but

wives, kids

and dead-enders.

Good evening, Mr. Brooder.

Good evening.

It's like a church in here

though it lacks
even pious women.

Well, why don't you
patronage the man

over there by the pianoforte?

It might enliven things a bit.

Pardon me.

Good evening.

If one song costs three cents,
why do three songs cost a dime?

That's the rate.

Shouldn't the price
per song get cheaper

when more are commissioned?

Well, I get tired after two, so

the third costs extra.

Do four songs cost a dollar?

Buy a song or depart.

That was a dime.

I know the sound
of Lady Liberty.

I'll have whisky.

Whiskey.

Sir.

Good evening, sheriff.

Chicory.

I was out for a ramble and...

Oh, that tea smells gruesome.

It's soup.

Oh.

You... You think I
could have some?

I haven't had a good meal
today. Maybe not anything.

Nab that chair and sit.

I forgot the spoons.

You think you can drink this
without burnin' your mouth?

Oh, I like challenges.

Oh, boy, that smells good.

Now that I know it's not
supposed to be tea.

You need to make sure

you have a couple of
good meals every day.

Can't have my backup
deputy pass out

'cause he forgot to eat.

No, no, sir.
That would be shameful.

- No, sir.
- Let it cool.

Oh.

You were gonna tell
me about your ramble.

Oh, yeah. Glad you reminded me.

I was out on a ramble,
a night ramble.

You know, just to
get some clean air

and put some fresh flowers
on Nadine's grave.

You know...

And,

when I do, I decided
to go the long way.

You know, like the Serrano
does on patrol over in Spain.

And when I do, I see this
fella on the perimeter.

Sheriff, I don't know him.

This tastes like corn.

It's corn chowder.

Oh, then things are lining up.

So, did he do anything?

The stranger?

Take your time.

He changed his clothes,
and he took some luggage

and he threw it in a
hole and covered it up.

He went to town.

It is the official opinion
of the backup deputy

that his manner was suspicious.

Where is he?

Who?

The stranger.

Oh, he's over at
the Learned Goat.

Let's go make a survey.

How's your tibia?

Not thinking about
Tibias right now.

Ow!

Did I hurt you?

Let's do this the right way.

Is that supposed
to be a criticism?

It's instinct.

- Yeah.
- Careful.

Are you sure you're able to...

Please continue.

What's your
predilection, mister?

You look like you could
use something potent.

Or omnipotent.

My brother makes this.

It's like a tree fell on you.

Redwood.

Sheriff, it's quiet
enough in here

without the two of
you comin' in here

and scarin' everybody off.

- We got business.
- Important.

Good evening.

You aren't mute, are you?

No.

In civilized towns,
places like Bright Hope,

you look a man direct in the
face when you talk to him.

I didn't do nothing wrong.

I'm just sat in here
having a drink.

I didn't say you did
anything wrong.

What's your name?

Buddy.

Took a moment to recall that,
didn't it?

My name is Buddy.

Why are you here?

I'm going to meet someone.

What's today's date?

It seems like if you had
a rendezvous scheduled

you'd know what day it was.

Let me give you an
easier question.

Who did you steal
those clothes from?

I ain't stole nothing!

Why, you're pretty angry
for a guy named "Buddy".

You've been squirting
lemon juice

in my eye since
you came in here.

I didn't commit no crime.

And why are you talkin'
about crime now?

Are you carrying a weapon?

A gun, knife, a letter
opener with a sharp point?

Dynamite?

Nope.

- Deputy.
- Raise your hands.

If you move in a hasty manner,
I'll put a bullet in you.

That's the only thing.

Like I just told you,
I ain't got no weapon.

Because you put 'em
in that hole you dug?

- You alright, old man?
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, I thought I had him.

Grab an arm.

Brooder,

rouse Doc Taylor.

Put coffee in him
if he's liquored.

It's supposed to be elevated
above your heart.

Is this why you buy
so many pillows?

I buy pillows because
they're pretty.

This isn't comfortable.

Well, it's not supposed to be.

So it's correct.

How does it look?

The same.

You know, once the
hellish burnin' stops

feels almost nice. Thank you.

You are very welcome.

You're takin' good care of me.
Anything I can do for you?

Yes.

Would you read this out loud?

It's the poem that you
wrote in Wyoming.

Oh, it ain't a poem.

It's just some things I was
thinking and some emotions.

Would you read it to me?

Well...

Feel stupid if I
read it out loud.

It will not. It's beautiful.

Whenever I was alone
I would read it

and I would feel better.

Please?

I can't think of a
polite way out of this.

That's because there isn't...

What time is it?

Half past ten.

Mr. and Mrs. O'Dwyer.
It's John Brooder.

I'm here regarding
a medical matter.

Good evening, Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Are you hurt?

Oh, I'm not the injured
party, there was...

A drifter that got quick
with the sheriff.

Shot in the leg?

Shot in the leg.

And, Doc Taylor's in his cups?

Deep. I took his equipment.

I have my own.

Does yours contain two
bottles of vodka?

Where's the drifter?

He's in jail.

Arthur?

Yeah?

I need to extract a bullet.
Mr. Brooder shall escort me.

Okay. John?

Yes?

If you make any
flirtatious remarks

in my wife's presence

there'll be a reckoning.

I'll behave, cowboy.

Please keep your leg elevated.

I'll do it.

Bye.

Bye.

You have a gift.

I have four brothers and
grew up in cold weather.

Checkers is all we did.

You ever beat Nick
in a checkers match?

Nope. Though we
only played twice.

I haven't had a different
result in a 100 games.

Maybe I shouldn't bet.

What's that?

A blonde hair.

Looks like from a woman.

I told you his manner
was suspicious.

That's you, Doc?

It's John Brooder.
I brought Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Good evening, Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Ma'am.

Thank you for comin'.

Happy to help.

You can go.

You're welcome.

Fling the gate.

What do you need from us?

- A pot of boiling water.
- I'll get it.

Can you remove his chains?

No, ma'am.

He's that dangerous?

He buried that stuff
outside of town.

It's not his, and it's got
bloodstains all over it.

He's boiling.

I only shot him in the leg.

- Well, that's his hobby.
- Deputy.

Not every man who leaps in
front of your pistol is hale.

Do what you can for him.

Very likely he's gonna get
hanged but it'd be nice

if the families of the people he
bushwhacked could come to town

and watch him
go purple on the rope.

Well, that should inspire her.

Deputy.

I want you to stay
here tonight.

Help Mrs. O'Dwyer with
whatever she needs.

Lock everything up and escort
her home when she's done.

Isn't that why we have
a backup deputy for?

Oh, no, I'll take
care of things.

I don't sleep few hours,
anyway.

Nick stays.

I want you to get some rest.

You did real good tonight.

Oh!

Does he have a name?

He proffered "Buddy"

but that's probably somebody
he hates or who's dead.

Very well. Please let my
husband know not to wait up.

I'll need to stay and

monitor the patient's fever
after the surgery.

Yes, ma'am.

Chicory.

Wait a minute.

Hey, I'm doin' lot better
than I thought.

Much better.

You're looking at my
side of the board.

Good night.

Good night, Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Good night.

Good night, ma'am.

It's heating up.

Please don't stick your
fingers in the water.

Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Thanks for lettin' me know.

Thanks for loanin' her out.

So, Deputy Nick's
gonna bring her back?

He will.

How's your wife doing?

Better. Thought maybe
it was pneumonia

but seems like it was
just a bad cold.

Good to hear.
Give her my regards.

I will.

Good night.

Dear Samantha,

I hope things are going good
for you back in Bright Hope.

And that Doc Taylor
is drinking less.

I am in Wyoming now.

The ride here was
long and difficult

and the foreman had to
discipline a lot of men

and let some go

which made things harder for
the rest of us,

especially in
this cold weather.

I've been in charge of the
night round-up for a while

and I've organized
it pretty good.

Sometimes when I'm working long

I look at the faces
of the other cowboys

and I can see that they're
miserable all the way through.

But since I met you

I don't get that feeling
anymore like I used to.

You give me this warmth
in my direct center

that won't turn cold no
matter what happens out here.

The other day I saw these
hills on the border

and the shapes of them
reminded me of you

when you are next to me
in bed on your side.

Sometimes I see you in the
waterfalls and the clouds and

always you have that real
happy look on your face

like when I come
back from being away

and we are about to kiss for
the first time in months.

That ain't a poem.

No, ma'am.

My body feels like cotton.

I gave you some
tincture of opium.

Are you done?

I need to clean the
wound and sew it shut.

I'm coming, ladies. Don't fret.

Mr. Wallington?

Is that you?

Samantha, you back yet?

Sam?

Told you last night
I'd make breakfast.

- Why don't you go back to bed?
- I'd like to do it, Franklin.

I'm feeling better today.

You were feelin'
better last night.

You're a remedy.

And you're makin' fry bread.

Well, that's my intention.

But where'd you put the spoons?
They're no place logical.

I thought you'd
explain that enigma.

Sheriff Hunt?

Is that you, Clarence?

It's me.

The door is open.

Why are you in my breakfast?

There's a situation.

Serious.

I'll leave you two.

Talk.

This morning I went out
to tend to my colt,

needed a new shoe and
when I got there...

I saw Buford, the stable boy,

he was lying there dead,
he was all torn up.

An animal got to him?

I don't know. I couldn't say.
I just...

I didn't care to linger.

You know, I just went
down to the office

to try and get a deputy
but when I went inside

there was nobody in there.

Nobody?

Not even in the jail cell?

No, sir, completely empty.

Go up the street, fetch Chicory

and meet me
in front of the stable.

Yes, sir.

Get some distance.

Listen Up! This is
Sheriff Franklin Hunt.

If anybody is in there,
identify yourself right now

or I'll shoot you dead.

Poor kid.

How many horses does Wallington
usually keep in here?

Well, there was
my colt and he kept five.

Let's get to the jail.

Oh!

Indians?

Looks like it, but I...

I don't reckon.

Fetch the professor and bring
him to The Learned Goat.

Show him that.

I'll be there in
about 20 minutes.

Are you going to
talk to Mr. O'Dwyer?

Yeah.

Sheriff,

is my wife still at the jail?

Let's talk inside, Mr. O'Dwyer.

Did something happen?

Let's talk where you can sit.

Tell me here and tell me plain.

Mrs. O'Dwyer was abducted.

I think you should go back
inside and sit down.

- We can talk...
- Who took her?

Looks like Indians.

Got Nick, too.

We're meeting at
The Learned Goat

to talk about what can be done.

Clarence?

Mr. O'Dwyer, please sit.

Gizzard,

can you brew some coffee?

Is something amiss?

Yeah.

Put some whisky in his.

Sheriff Hunt, what do you
intend to do about my horses?

They are not my
priority right now.

- Those are my finest...
- Quiet!

Ask about horses again
I'll slap you red!

You come along with me,
Mr. Wallington and

I'm going to retrieve your
special bottle from the bar.

I retrieved our expert.

You know who did this?

Only one group that
hunts with these.

- Who?
- They don't have a name.

What kind of tribe
doesn't have a name?

One that doesn't
have a language.

Cave dwellers.

You know where they are?

I have a general idea.

- You'll take us to them?
- I won't.

'Cause you're an Indian?

Because I don't
want to get killed.

You're afraid of your own kind?

They're not my kind.

They are a spoiled bloodline
of inbred animals

who rape and eat
their own mothers.

Well, what are they?

Troglodytes.

What do they look like?

Man like you would not
distinguish them from Indians.

Even though they are
something else entirely.

Why would they tear
that stable boy up

leave him but take
the others away?

They don't eat Negroes.

Do they think
they're poisonous?

Chicory.

You'll show us
where they are at?

You'll be killed if you
enter their territory...

That wasn't the question!

Show us where they are at.

We won't be dissuaded.

Bring me a map of
the western range.

We got an old survey map.

You know where it is, Gizzard?

Why was my husband, the mayor,

not informed of this
situation immediately?

Well, the sheriff,
he told me to go get him

but I'm old and I forgot.

Do you expect me
to believe that?

I'm hoping.

Was it Indians?

Troglodytes.

This empty area is
a mountain range.

Forbidden territory,
it has been for centuries.

And somewhere in
the northwestern part of it

is a place my people call the
Valley of the Starving Men.

Troglodytes are
said to live there.

That's days from here.

How many of them do
you think there are?

Well, it won't matter.

You have no chance against
any number of them.

I'm riding out with Mr. O'Dwyer

because there isn't a
choice for either of us.

The rest of you can stay.

You'll be killed.

I'm coming with you.

No, I need you here,
I need you to keep an eye...

No, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Nick's gone and this is
what a backup is for.

To help in an emergency,
not stay back. I'm coming.

Alright, old man.

This is suicide.

I'll get packed and meet you in

front of the jail
in 15 minutes.

As will I.

I'm the one who fetched
your wife and got her involved.

I've got a responsibility
to you both.

And I've killed more Indians

than everyone here
put together.

Well, that's an ugly boast.

It isn't a boast

but a fact.

Telegraph Gatesville. Let 'em
know what happened here.

Have 'em send a couple deputies

to watch over things
while I'm gone.

You should address
the mayor directly.

- Yes, you should...
- Somebody should bury Buford.

He's got no kin in Bright Hope.

I'll have him blessed
and put underground.

Appreciate it.

Does anybody know how
to spell "Troglodytes"?

For the telegram.

You'll hear it soon.

I hope that this doesn't
sound callous but

do you truly believe
they're still alive?

I'm not gonna speculate
on that.

There are limits to the
responsibilities

of a town sheriff.

- Riding out into the terri...
- Lorna. I'm going.

There isn't an option.

Let's not have words on this.

Franklin...

Please come back.

Hey, Greg.

Here. I got some fresh wilds.

Oh, there's some
good people in trouble.

And I got to do
what I can for 'em.

So...

I'll see you back here.

They're way up high.

Is that my wife's kit?

It is.

I'll carry it.

If we don't find
Wallington's stock

can your stallion carry
both you and Mrs. O'Dwyer?

I'm carrying her.

Good. Nick can ride
with me if he has to

this animal's strong.

Mr. O'Dwyer, I need
to say this to you

and I don't want
you to get sore.

We're making a five day
journey in three days.

Ridin' long and sleepin'
the bare minimum.

We need to take care of these
animals and ourselves.

I ain't thinkin' about
myself right now.

I know you're not

which is why I'm puttin'
this to you direct.

If our horses die
before we get there

or we go into hostile territory

weak and foggy with exhaustion,
we won't rescue anybody.

The only advantage we have
over these cave dwellers

is bein' smarter.
So, let's not lose that.

It ain't gonna be easy makin'
camp while these savages...

I know it won't. But we need
to keep ourselves collected.

Well, it ain't gonna be easy.

I got the dynamite.

How many?

Six.

Now, that is not a
handsome horse.

Come on, come on!

Let me help you down.

I can do it.

Not gracefully.

Pain is how your
body talks to you.

You'd do well to listen to it.

- Mr. O'Dwyer.
- Yeah?

Are we gonna come across any
more ponds before dark?

I don't know what's
west of here.

No cattle trail or anything
else goes in that direction.

Let's fill up here.

That reminds me

I forgot to pack the Yule tree.

Are any of you somnambulists?

That's private.

He means sleepwalk.

Oh. No, I don't.

- Me neither.
- Nope.

Good.

Sleep with your guns nearby

and shoot anything
that rings a bell.

Could be an innocent
animal or somebody lost.

Our horses are hobbled.

Any animal that comes
at us is a predator.

Any person that approaches
a camp in the dark

without identifying himself
is a criminal or a savage.

If you hear a jingle,
point your gun and shoot.

I'll probably beat
you to the draw

but don't count on
me to save you.

Let it go.

I can't.

Hey, hey!

You watch how you
speak to the law

the sheriff especially.
You aren't the captain.

No.

But I'm the most
intelligent man here

and I intend to keep us alive.

You're the most intelligent
here. Is that a fact?

It is.

Sheriff Hunt has a wife,
so does Mr. O'Dwyer.

And you're a widower.

Yeah, what does that got
to do with anything?

Smart men don't get married.

Well...

That's because no
woman would want you.

Many women invite me
over for dessert.

Eleven in Bright Hope.

John, enough with
that kind of talk.

Alright, cowboy.

- You got enough?
- Oh, there's plenty.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

Blow on it first.

Right. Yes, sir.

Let us pray.

Bless us, O Lord, and
these, thy gifts

which we are about to receive

from...

When do we leave?

I'll rouse everyone
when I wake up.

I don't sleep more than
about four hours a night.

Sheriff?

Hmm?

Can... Can you read a book
in the bath?

I don't understand
what you're askin'.

What I'm asking is,
can you sit in a bathtub

full of hot water
and read a book?

I've never tried.

Well, I hear about people
doing it all the time

but every time I try,
I ruin the book.

I splash water on it or I get
it wet turning the pages.

I've even dropped some in.

Why are you so determined

to read literature
while takin' a bath?

Well, it's just...

It's just nothing feels better
than sitting in that tub

but it just gets
so dull looking

at your toes all the time.

Why don't you get
a music stand?

Like the kind an orchestra
fellow uses or the choirmaster?

Now that's an idea.

You put your book on that.
Right next to the tub.

Keep a towel near, so you can...

You can dry your fingers,

you know, before you
turn the pages.

First thing I'm gonna
do when I get back

is I'm gonna go get me
one of those stands.

Hey!

I bet you Mr. Brooder couldn't
have thought of that solution.

Good night, old man.

Good night.

Here is the official opinion
of the backup deputy

of Mr. O'Dwyer's behavior.

Suspicious.

He's got a lot on his mind.

Could I borrow the German?

If you broke it, would
you go to Hamburg

and purchase a replacement?

Oh, of course I would.

Peter loved schnitzel.

I'll look myself.

What do you see?

A snake in a tree.

What kind?

Deceased.

Oh, Jesus, goddamn!

Sorry.

Damn, damn, damn!

You know when?

Yes, sir.

Brooder,
don't step in the middle.

I shan't.

How's the leg?

Swollen.

Any signs of infection?

I don't think so.

Chicory should look at it
tonight when we've camped.

He did some surgery in the war.

I'll mind it myself.

With that tincture of opium?

You went through my things?
My wife's possessions?

- I did.
- Well, you shouldn't have!

Give it back,
you dumb imbecile!

Don't hurl insults at Chicory,
he's followin' orders.

Now give over that bottle.

It ain't yours to claim.

If you use that stuff,
you'll spill from the saddle.

I'm tryin' to prevent
that accident.

I ain't had any.

I apologize for goin'
in your wife's things.

Will you yield it?

Mr. O'Dwyer rides vanguard.

Mr. Kory.

Call me Chicory.

Chicory...

I'm sorry for hollerin' at you.

My wife used to call me a
dumb imbecile all the time.

Felt kinda nice.

Brooder...

Take a look with the German.
We need to put in soon.

I'll make a survey.

- Sheriff.
- Old man?

You know, I know that the
world's supposed to be round

but I'm not so sure
about this part.

He's all the way empty.

You think that infection
could turn to gangrene?

It could go either way.

Have you ever performed
an amputation?

Yeah.

In the war.

But even done correctly

chances aren't good.

That seems like an
especially miserable way

to spend your final days.

The worst.

Relax, gentleman, relax.

Don't be scared. I am a friend.

You aren't.

You're a stranger and a sneak.

I was about to announce myself.

Strike a match so we
can see you clear

or we'll light things up with
our guns. Mind our backs.

One moment, por favor.

My name's Ramiro.

You got any companeros?

I have an associate.

Tell him to strike a match.

Do what they ask.

- Just him?
- Just him.

If we see any others lurkin'
around, we'll execute you.

I speak the truth. I was
going to announce myself...

Be quiet and toss your guns.

My associate is unarmed.

Come forward.
Don't drop those matches.

See if you can
salvage the fire.

Damn you!

Deputy, hold.

Holster your gun.

You had no cause.

Those men were scouts
for a raiding party.

- Or thieves.
- You don't know that.

And I wanted to get information
from 'em in any case.

They wouldn't have told
you the correct year

much less anything else.

I know how to
interrogate a man.

He's got a system.

We need to pack up and make
a cold camp somewhere else

some place defensible.

If you want to question
my morals, do it later.

There aren't any to question.

What transpired?

Mr. Brooder

just educated two Mexicans

on the meaning of
manifest destiny.

They deserve it?

I don't know.

Are we breakin' camp?

No, you go back to sleep.
I'll wake you when we're...

Unless you want to eat dinner.

Here, we saved some for you.
Pork and beans.

Thank you.

Well, were they armed?

Sort of.

What time is it?

It's about nine, but it
feels like next week.

I see a spot.
Shielded on one side.

Good enough.

You shouldn't have
shot those Mexicans.

You hear me, Brooder?

It was wrong.

Go to sleep, ol' timer.

One of 'em was
wearing a crucifix.

Then Jesus should've
helped them.

You shouldn't call for
the Lord's attention right now.

I'm not overly concerned.

Quiet!

We need to sleep
every minute we can.

The situation is bad
enough already.

Well, he was wrong... Deputy!

Yes, sir.

Ambush!

Blast!

They got the horses!

Save your bullets.

They're beyond.

I don't understand
how they got them all.

Saucy would never allow
some greaser on her back.

You trained her in bigotry?

She's smart and she's loyal.

John...

Looks like she resisted.

I'm coming.

Thank you for your services.

We need to compact our gear
and bury the remainder.

If we sleep, it should be
in hot daylight, not now.

Mr. O'Dwyer, that valley is
at least a two day walk...

I'll try to match your pace.

If I fall behind,
I'll catch up when you sleep.

Alright.

Brooder, compact your
gear to the essentials.

I shall.

Sorry about Saucy.

Yes, sir. She was top quality.

Thank you.

We'll carry your stuff.

Go on, get ahead of us.

When you pack, don't
forget her medical kit.

We won't.

You watch the terrain now.

One bad fall, you
could lose that leg.

Watch out for those brigands.

Over in Mississippi,
Nadine and I

saw a cripple on
crutches, with one leg

race a normal man and win.

He took these huge strides

kind of a back and forth
motion like a pendulum.

He's uncommonly hasty, yeah.

It isn't the same
with a hurt leg.

I was just pointing
out the possibilities.

Mr. O'Dwyer!

Are you well?

I'm fine!

I wonder if Peter will
enjoy Mexican food.

I imagine he'll like tamales.

If somebody gives
him a hot pepper

they'll get a hoof in the face.

Aren't you tired?

Oh, no! Out on the plain here

just pretending to
be a pack mule.

That in no way affects the
endeavors of your mouth?

Well, would you prefer the

sound of trudging footsteps
and men breathing?

That makes it worse.

Ah!

Just keep on. I'll catch up.

You sure?

I don't have a choice.

Just mark the route with
four stones every so often.

We will.

Here.

You take this if
you're gonna trail.

We'll use Brooder's German.

I believe Peter

will learn to appreciate
Mexican women.

I'm starting to
envy that horse.

It's Arthur O'Dwyer!

I'm comin' into camp!

We won't shoot,
almost certainly.

Mind the trip line.

We've been here a
couple of hours.

We're leavin' at twilight.

Wake me then.

Time to go.

Oh, Mr. Brooder...

Mr. Brooder found a pond and
we filled your canteens.

And, we put some provisions
in your squirrel bag.

Lots of things with
food energy like

cheese and nuts and
some beef cobs.

I appreciate it.

- Mr. O'Dwyer.
- Sheriff?

We'll mark our route
with the four rocks

so you can see it.

No, no...

I'm comin' with you.

Follow after at your own pace.

If we get there
before you catch up,

I'll try to refrain from
flirting with Mrs. O'Dwyer.

God!

Don't you talk that
way about my wife!

I know you had designs!

That was years ago.

And she refused me.

And now I'm out here risking
my life for both of you

perhaps that entitles me to
an occasional innuendo.

Well, it doesn't!
She's my whole everything

and those savages
have got her and...

God knows what they're doing
to her and every second

that we delay, we...

Remove yourself.

Damnation.

God!

Will you unearth
my medical kit?

Hold still. Let me examine you.

How bad?

Mr. O'Dwyer,

you're stayin' behind.

No, I'm comin' with you.

- You can't.
- Yes, I can.

You go and get me
back my crutch.

That leg can't be disregarded.
Now you're stayin' put.

To hell with your authority

and the way you've
been doin' things!

You shouldn't have shot that
drifter back in Bright Hope

and got my wife involved.

And Brooder shouldn't have
executed them Mexicans

and made it all worse.

I can't honestly say I know

which way it would've
gone with the Mexicans

or if I had left
that drifter go.

But this is where we are.

You can't go anywhere
on that leg.

It needs to be operated on.

Mr. O'Dwyer.

Look at it.

Chicory's gonna...

He's gonna have
to take that leg.

No, no, no...

If we don't gangrene
will set in and...

No, you can't, no, this
is my choice, not yours!

And I'm saying no! No!

No.

No.

Can you set it?

I can set it.

If that's your
choice, so be it.

Will you leave some
stones so I can follow?

In case something
happens to you.

I'll mark the route.

Thank you.

Just give me enough
so you can operate.

I don't wanna wake
up next month.

And take the rest in
case my wife needs it

or Deputy Nick.

I'll put some in a whisky flask

and I'll leave the
remainder for you.

But you don't take more
than a spoonful a day.

I don't know if I'll
be awake when you go

so I want to apologize to you
now for gettin' hot at you.

I don't lose my
temper most times.

We know you don't.

Don't concern yourself over it.

I thought it made
things interesting.

I appreciate what
you are doin'.

Don't think
I ain't appreciative.

Just please keep her safe.

We won't leave without
Mrs. O'Dwyer in our care.

Feel the medicine?

My hands got tingles.

Lean back.

Put your head right there.

Brace him.

The tincture will help

but this is gonna penetrate.

So long, cowboy.

Will he survive?

Oh, he has a chance.

You hear that?

What are you hearing?

It stopped.
Just wait a second...

I thought I was imagining that.

Oh, I am fairly certain
I heard that sound

back in Bright Hope, on the
night of the kidnapping.

It feels like a signal.

Maybe an alarm.

Inspect your firearms.
We've been spotted.

It is the official opinion
of the backup deputy

that leaving a trail of rocks
is a job for the backup deputy.

I told him I'd do it.

Was that it?

Yes.

Sounds further than before.

Maybe they're frightened?

Of us? No.

How many of them did you kill?

They were all, what do you
call 'em, warriors and braves?

Mostly.

Oh, some weren't braves?

Some weren't men.

Oh.

An Indian woman is
still an Indian.

She knows how to use a bow and

a spear, and so do
her children.

Why do you hate them so much?

You should ask my
mother and my sisters.

I never met 'em.

That's correct. You never did.

Oh.

Indians got them, huh?

Let him alone, old man.

A thing like that makes a
considerable impression

upon a ten-year old boy.

I'm awfully sorry for
what happened to them

but I don't think

I could ever kill a woman
or a child,

- not even...
- Deputy.

Is it possible for you
to close that aperture?

Do you see it?

I see several.

Can you tell which one's the
Valley of the Starving Men?

I cannot.

Oh, you trust me
with the German?

I've seen you operate.

Oh, I...

- Oh, my Lord!
- What?

- Oh!
- What?

Oh, I wish I had this with
me when I went to the rodeo.

- The clarity and...
- Do you see the valleys?

I see a few of them.

They all look the same.

May Sheriff Hunt
try the German?

He may.

I think we should start
with the nearest one.

I'll take the vanguard.

One of you two should monitor
the rear with the German.

If you see anything
or hear anything

point it out for us
before you shoot.

I shall.

As long as it doesn't
forfeit my opportunity.

Brooder, we're here for a
rescue, not a massacre.

Horse tracks.

Mr. Wallington's or ours?

See if you can find a set where
one horse, a smaller one

is missing a hind shoe.

Right here.

Think that's Clarence's colt?

Almost certainly.

It means we change direction.

- Here we go.
- Yeah.

Tracks to your west
lead to it. Their flaw.

So, this is it?

I'll signal once I've
made a determination.

If you haven't heard from
me in 30 seconds,

go.

What's the signal?

You see any activity in there?

Chicory.

Tie this off.

I need the repeater.

Supply me with dynamite and

don't return until
I've used it.

I am far too vain
to ever live as a cripple.

This is my spot.

I'd like a cigar.

The answer to your question

is 116.

You killed a 116 Indians, huh?

Goodbye, Mr. Brooder.

We'll make sure
all this has value.

Please do.

I shall kill as many as I can.

We need to get...

Sheriff Hunt? Mr. Kory?

Mrs. O'Dwyer, are yo...

Go in or they'll kill you.

Go!

Mrs. O'Dwyer...

Are you hurt?

I'm alive.

Is Nick with you?

He's not well.

And the drifter?

They ate him.

No, not him.

We're in hell.

Don't take him!

Nick! Wake up!

Don't do this.
Don't do this. Please!

Nick! Wake up!

God damn it, Nick! Wake up!

Damn savages.

Come on, old man!

We've gotta break through here.
Come on!

Push!

Harder! Harder, old man!

Chicory, tie it off.

Sheriff Hunt, are you there?

I'm here, Nick. I'm right here.

You were right about
that drifter.

He killed a lot of people.

He butchered them
in their sleep

and he robbed them.
His name was Purvis.

And then he desecrated the
burial ground of these things.

These Indians or
whatever they are.

He raved about it
all in the end.

Thanks for telling me.

That man deserved to die.

Alright.

Will you send my possessions
back to Michigan?

Most of that stuff
belonged to my brothers.

I'll send it.

Thank you.

No, no, no...

Nick, Nick, listen to me.
I want you to know

that all these savages
are gonna be massacred.

The cavalry is riding
right now from Gatesville.

And they're gonna butcher

every last one of these
godless beings.

It ain't true then?

What you said?

What?

About the cavalry.

No. It wasn't.

Well, I thought it
might be possible

that you had a
secret backup plan.

I'm sorry, old man.

Well, why did you say it?

If they were doin' that to me

it's the only thing
I'd want to hear.

That you'd be avenged?

What happened to my husband?

Is he dead?

He's alive.

Arthur wouldn't
have allowed you

to attempt this rescue
without him.

He came along, but he
got injured a day ago.

He's... He's convalescing.

But we...
We put a trail for him.

Why did you do that?

- So he could follow us.
- Chicory!

Here?

To this place?

We didn't know
what it was like.

This is why frontier
life is so difficult.

Not because of the
Indians or the elements

but because of the idiots!

I'm sorry, ma'am.

We're sorry.

You are idiots!

And Arthur's no better.

I told him not to go up
on that roof, but he...

I implored him not to
follow, but he's...

He's determined. We need to do
what we can before he gets here

so he has a chance against them.

We already killed two.

- Brooder got one.
- Three then.

Mrs. O'Dwyer,

do you know how many
there are in this clan?

Mrs. O'Dwyer?

Twelve males, maybe more.

And two pregnant females
who are blind cripples.

Alright.

Do you still have
that whisky flask?

Yeah.

Yeah.

But it's got tincture in it.

You have tincture of opium?

We do.

How many of them can we poison
with two fingers worth?

Big James, check and see
if any calves went astray.

Ah! Son of a bitch slope.

You won't stop me.

Son of a bitch tincture.

You watchin'?
You seein' all this?

This is what I've prayed
my whole life for.

For help right now.

Sheriff.

Just let me, just let
me have one drink.

Just give me a little bit.
Give me a taste.

Alright, here.

No, no...

Drink it.

It got to taste
better than people.

Damnation.

The one with the wolf skull
will lose consciousness

for a long period of time,
but may live.

The second one will die and

the third one will
not be affected.

- Alright.
- Well, two more is respectable.

So my husband will have to
face seven of them, at least.

Including the one
with the boar tusks.

Well, Arthur O'Dwyer is
a very determined man.

And crippled.

Is that jewelry?

Goddamn abomination.

This is where it capsized.

Back way.

You seein' this?

Mrs. O'Dwyer?

Yes?

Have you eaten anything
since they took you?

A little.

If it's been more
than a couple of days

you should try to eat some
of that bird they gave you.

Why?

Your body needs sustenance.

They wouldn't want
us to grow lean.

I've been thinking a lot
about that flea circus.

Remember the one that had
come in to Bright Hope?

- I remember.
- Did you go?

I wasn't able to.

I went with Nadine.

It was run by these
two European men.

They were brothers,
possibly identical twins

but one was a foot taller
than the other,

that might disqualify them.

But I don't remember
their name.

The Sanderson's.

Did you see it?

Arthur wanted to go.

Oh, I don't know what
your opinion is, but

my wife said it
was all a trick.

Even when those brothers gave
us those magnifying glasses

and we saw those fleas pull
that little stagecoach

right into the depot
or roll those cannons,

those tiny little cannons
onto the battlefield.

She said those fleas are dead.

They're just glued to some
mechanical contraption,

you know, that moves on its own

like a timepiece

or a windup.

Still, I thought it was
real and I told her,

I said, "Don't talk so loud.
The performers will hear you."

Because I don't know what
kind of hearing fleas have

or if they can sense
kindness in a voice

the way a dog can.

They drink dog's blood,
so maybe.

I think it was real.

I believe those fleas
were alive and talented.

Most flea circuses
employ tricks

but the Sanderson's use
real living fleas.

I knew it was authentic!
I just felt it.

Thank you, thank you
for verifying that.

You're welcome.

I think they figured it out.

Appears so.

Sheriff!

Wake up!

Wake up! Sheriff!

Sheriff, get up, get up!

I'll make sure you're avenged!
I'll make sure!

Sheriff, I'll make sure
you're avenged.

I will. I'll make sure.

That dumb imbecile,
he doesn't know how to reload!

Uh-oh.

Arthur!
There's one in here wi...

Arthur!

How many did you get?

Three others.

Then there are three more,
at least somewhere.

Brooder?

Gone.

You gonna make it, Sheriff?

No.

You positive?

I am.

Deputy.

Yes, sir?

I'm stayin' here.

I intend to finish
off the males

since they know
about Bright Hope.

I want you to

escort the O'Dwyer's home.

Make sure they get there safe.

Yes, sir.

How's your leg?

Help Chicory. Sheriff...

Anything I can do for you?

Put that repeater in my hand.

Go out the way you came in.
Don't dawdle.

Thank you.

Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Have a talk with Mr. O'Dwyer.

Yes, sir.

It is the official opinion
of the backup deputy

that a talk with him
is a good idea.

Say goodbye to my wife.

I'll say hello to yours.

Yes, sir.

Let's keep going.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

I'd love a proper kiss, but

those things that you've
been putting in your mouth...

- Good?
- Yeah.

Were those gunshots?

They were.

Let's go.

- Can you keep going?
- Yeah. Come on.