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- Well, there it is.

Driscoll, Montana.

- Julian!

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

My wife and I are on the way to Driscoll.

We've been a long time without the benefit of a bath.

Do you live around here?

- It's our water your woman's playing in down there, Mister?

- Your water?

- Our old Papa.

He owns that pond.

Ain't that right, Eugene?

- That's right.

He owns it.

You wanna wash in it?

You gonna have to pay.

- We'll be glad to pay.

How much will it be?

- There's different ways of paying.

Ain't that right, Avery?

- There's different ways to pay, all right.

- Well, will a dollar would be all right?

- You might try a dollar.

See what happens.

- We're new out here.

We're kind of greenhorns, really.

But here's your money?

Now get it.

I said, get it!

Now you gentlemen don't wanna get your clothes wet, do you?

- Where are you from?

- Philadelphia.

- Where's that?

- East.

- How do you do, Ma'am?

We're looking for Reverend Longly.

- The reverend's at his meditation.

- Well, I'm Julian Shay.

I've been commissioned by the assembly.

- The assembly?

Yes, Ma'am.

- Praise God, deliverance.

Reverend?

Reverend?

Reverend?

How do you do?

- I'm Julian Shay. - Howdy.

- This is my wife, Raysha. - How do you do?

- The assembly sent them.

- Sent you to replace me?

- Well, yes, sir.

But there's no urgency.

- What'll you take for that wagon?

- You wanna buy my wagon?

- Well, I don't necessarily like the looks of that hind wheel,

but I'll tell you what, you keep our furniture, we'll take your wagon,

and that's fair.

- No, don't go trading the furniture, Reverend.

- Let's just go, Mama.

- Yes, Reverend.

- Do we have a trade?

- Certainly. - Well let's get it unloaded then.

- I came with pretties like that.

- Oh really?

- Yes, really.

You're all loaded.

- Well I stayed, I stayed till the last.

- I know it'll be difficult for you to leave after all these years.

- Difficult?

Coldest snake I ever touched, this town.

- Well they don't promise it'll be easy, do they?

- You'll be fighting the devil on his own ground here, sir.

- How's your day going?

- Just fine. I'm Julian Shay.

- Cauley Felps.

You're the new preacher, right?

Yes, sir.

- You ain't got nothing in your bucket, Preacher.

- Well, I thought you might direct me to the town well.

Well.

- You just past it, that pile of rubble down yonder.

That's the town well.

Of course, there ain't no water in it.

You won't water, you gotta buy it from Mr. Wycoff in here.

Mr. Wycoff.

- Good morning, Preacher. - Good morning.

Can I buy some water from you?

Gentlemen, I'm your new minister.

I'll be expecting to see you in church Sunday morning.

My text will be out of the book of Matthew, Chapter 4,

verses one through four.

I don't believe I know that one, Preacher.

- Well, that's the one where Jesus went into the wilderness

and was tempted by the Devil.

- Well how did the old boy do?

- Well he did all right.

People are still talking about it.

- It'd be a nickel.

- Gentlemen, I'll see you in church.

Our text this morning comes from the Book Of Mathew,

Chapter Four, verses one through four.

"Then was Jesus led up of the spirit into the wilderness

to be tempted of the Devil."

Yee!

"And when he had fasted 40 days and 40 nights,

he was afterward hungered.

And when the tempter came to him, he said"- - Praise Lord, God almighty!

Yee!

Amen, brother.

- "If thou be of the Son oF God, command that these stones be made bread.

But he asks."

Gentlemen, you're a hellish ways are interrupting our service.

Lord, the Devil's own disciples have gathered at our door today.

- Well here we are by God, Preacher.

I'm trying, Lord,

but I'm finding it difficult to concentrate on my text.

Here's what I'm asking you to do.

Send down a curse on these heathens.

Send a visage as black as night to pluck out their eyes

so they can't see to find this place ever again.

- Preacher, you just wait just a minute.

- And down a plague that will turn their lips

and tongues to a festering rot.

And if they still persist in their evil mockings,

send a horrible and eternal death to each man here.

Enter the seeds of his loins in the form of a thousand crooked Vipers,

each Viper with a thousand heads and each head with a thousand fangs,

each fang dripping with vile poison

to strike a thousand times until there is not

but the weeping and the wailing and the great gnashing of teeth

throughout this godless land.

Amen.

- Now by God, you take that back.

- I'm Reese Scoby, Sheriff.

- Julian Shay.

- This is my wife, Raysha. - Hello.

- How do you do? - Hello there.

- Wanna have a beer with me, Preacher?

- Oh hello, nice to meet you. - Sure, I'll have a beer

- with ya. - I'm Raysha.

You look so pretty.

- So glad to have you here. - Great service.

Yes.

- Couple of beers over here, Wykoff.

- I'd like to buy these gentlemen a round too.

- Well thank you, Preacher. - You're welcome.

Set 'em up another round, bartender.

- Preacher, all the same, we'll pay for this one.

- You do attract lighting, don't ya?

They're Larn Claver's boys.

He owns the- - I know, he owns the pod.

- Yeah, that's right.

The only water there is around here.

Ole Larn got rights to it years ago.

Who is he?

Just an old wooffer.

Him and them boys poison 1,500, maybe 2,000 wolves a year

for hides and bounty.

- Well, that's a damnable practice.

- Well, maybe so.

- And nobody says anything about it?

- Well that old fool of a preacher you replaced did.

Stood up there in that church and let go on 'em.

Preached a mighty bell-a-ringin' sermon against them Claver's ways.

The paint was still fresh on the wood then.

He never got more than a handful of people

back through that door after that.

You understand what I'm saying?

- You're a hard man, Scoby.

- It's a hard country, Preacher.

Harder still if you can't get a drink of water.

Why, it's just an old wolf's head.

- I think you should ride out to the Claver's.

- The Claver's?

What do you want me to do?

Arrest 'em for scaring your wife?

They're just wanting you to know your place, that's all.

I wouldn't worry about it.

You'll do just fine here if- - Good night, Scoby.

- Yeah.

Good night, Preacher.

Ms. Shay.

- Julian, why did you bring me here?

- What do you mean?

- Let's go back. Let's just go back to Philadelphia.

- Where we belong. - Go back?

- There is nothing for us here.

You know it too.

- Or there could be if I could get these people

- to take a stand. - What are you saying?

You can't even get them to come to church.

Julian, nobody came.

Just some old women.

And nobody is gonna come.

- They're just afraid.

- Well, I'm afraid to.

- I know you are.

- Papa.

Preacher ain't even scared, is he, Papa?

- What the hell are you doing in there?

- I'm looking. - What at?

Rocks.

I'll bet you they're dry too, ain't they?

- I believe there's water in this well.

It'll take a lot of work, but the well can be deepened.

- We already got water, Preacher.

Anybody can get all they want down there from me for a few penny.

- Well, you people are paying more than money for your water.

Look at this town.

Look at you.

You made a poor trade with the Devil if there's water down there.

- Listen Preacher, all kinds of people come and go here.

Them that squat in Driscoll ain't got nothing, and no place else to go.

And the deal suits 'em too.

- And what's worse, it suits you sheriff.

Your Father, we're thankful for this food,

forgive our sins and bless those who love, we ask in Christ, Amen.

- Why are you doing this Julian?

- Raysha, they're not gonna pamper us.

They don't care who we were, what we had back East.

We can make a life for ourselves out here

but we're gonna have to earn it.

- Take me home.

- This is our home.

- It's not my home.

Not mine.

- It will be.

I'll see to that.

Raysha, don't let 'em do this to you.

Stand with me.

- I don't want ya diggin' in this hole no more, Preacher.

Come on, boys.

Odie, you keep watch around here.

We're gonna run our tracks.

Be back in a few days.

- All right, Papa.

Hey-a!

- Okay, there you go.

Gonna get you outta here.

Yep, up we go.

- You got him, Cauley? - Yeah.

- You all right?

Now you just let it alone, Preacher. Do you hear me?

You just Goddamn leave things alone around here!

- Scoby. - What?

- Look.

Oh, no.

- That's mud, Sheriff. - No.

- Mud! - _ I know it's mud, Cauley!

That old man's gonna kill ya next time, Preacher.

He's gonna kill ya and nobody'll help ya.

- You help, Scoby.

And you help, Cauley.

- Well, what the hell?

Hand your bucket up here, Preacher.

- What? - I said, fill your bucket up with dirt and hand it up here!

Me and ole Cauley are gonna help.

Oh!

Yeah, we did it, Preacher!

- Oh, yeah! - All right!

Yee!

- All right, lift her up.

- Got it? - Got it.

- Hi, I'm looking for Mrs. Julian Shay.

- There's her husband, down there by the, well.

- My letter is for Mrs. Shay.

- She don't get out much.

- You better give it to us.

We'll take it down there.

She's not gonna open the door to you.

- It's just for the misses.

- I understand.

- Open it.

- No.

- What the hell? Open it.

- A man brought this special.

He said it was just for you.

I hope it's good news.

- You're feeling better.

- Yes.

- I'm glad.

- You really do like it here, don't you, Julian?

- Yes I do.

You will too in time.

- Hey, Papa.

- Did they find water?

- Yes, sir.

- You did nothing to stop 'em?

- You just told me to watch, Papa.

- Did I say, "Let 'em find water?"

You hear me say, "Let 'em find water?"

Odie?

- No, sir.

- Hold up there.

Larn, get down off that horse.

- You go on about your business, Cauley.

- I'll blow you right out of that saddle

before I see you burn that windmill down.

- Odie!

- I'm here, Papa.

- Shoot him.

- Papa?

- Shoot him.

Boys.

- Odie, come on.

- Get in there!

The Claver's tried to burn the windmill down,

and ole Cauley caught 'em at it.

- Odie here shot and killed him.

Right there's... Go on now, there's doin' round here now.

Come on, move on out.

- Did you, Odie?

Did you shoot Cauley?

- He was gonna shoot my Papa.

I had to.

- You didn't have to, Odie!

Where do you get that?

You didn't have to kill ole Cauley!

- Listen to you.

Think you're gonna hang me?

My papa ain't gonna allow that, and you know it.

He's not gonna allow that!

He ain't gonna allow it, Scoby!

Goddamn you!

- Odie's right.

You come morning, Larn and them boys will be riding in here to get him.

- Well, surely the townspeople will help.

The townspeople won't, won't be nowhere around.

Be squatting behind doors and windows.

Hiding.

- Well, you're not gonna let him go are ya?

If you let Odie go, they'll never stop.

Scoby, we've got water now.

- Water? I know we got water.

We're building your wife a regular garden of paradise here, ain't we?

I'm sorry, Julian.

I don't slight you for it.

- So what are you gonna do?

- I don't know, Julian.

I don't know.

All right, hold it!

Drop those guys, everybody!

Drop 'em on the ground! Quick!

- You're pushing it right to the edge, ain't you preacher?

- Well, it's a hard country, Sheriff.

Don't you think?

- You better back off from this, Scoby.

- Get down off them horses.

I said, get down off of them horses!

Odie killed one of us.

We all know he did.

Ain't no gettin' beyond the fact of it.

And I can hang him, or I can let him go.

Y'all gotta say which.

Why don't y'all go off down the street there and talk about it?

- Are they gonna hang Odie?

- I don't know.

- Talk for him.

They'll listen to you. Somebody's gotta talk for Odie.

- Odie killed a man, Cindy.

- I love him.

I don't wanna lose him.

It's sure taking 'em a long time.

- They're scared.

Scared to hang him.

Scared not to now that you gave 'em a chance.

Either way, it's gonna be hell to pay

once we let Larn and them boys loose.

- I guess we gotta hang him.

- No!

No.

- Raysha?

Odie Claver killed Cauley Felps last night.

The town's gonna hang him.

- Good.

- Now Raysha, you stop it!

I just told you a man was gonna be hanged.

Now the townspeople have stood up to the Clavers.

- I didn't ask for it!

I didn't ask for any of it! Did I, Julian?

Did I?

- No, you didn't.

- I didn't, Julian.

- You happy now, Preacher?

- Sorry it came to this, Odie.

- Don't you sniffle, Odie.

Damn you!

Don't you sniffle!

I ain't gonna let go of this.

These son's of bitches will rue this day!

Every goddamn one of 'em!

I'm all right, Papa.

- You got time, if you wanna say something, Odie.

- Bye, Cindy.

- I'll never love anyone else, Odie.

- I appreciate that.

Papa!

Don't you be starting any more trouble!

This is too hard!

It's too hard!

- You gotta goddamn these people, Odie.

You gotta goddamn 'em!

Goddman 'em with your last breath!

- Don't pray for him.

Don't you pray for him!

You could have talked for Odie but you didn't!

So don't you pray for him now.

You don't have anybody either, Preacher.

Your wife's leaving you.

- What are you talking about?

- Leaving with another man.

He wrote her a letter. He said he was coming to get her.

- Raysha?

- What are we gonna do now, Pa?

- We're gonna just watch for a while.

Bide our time.

Let them get dependent on God's good wishes

and the blowin' of the wind for their water.

Put some rocks on him.

I don't want the wolves diggin' Little Odie up outta there.

- Hello there, Mr. Cole.

Hello, Lady, go in and sit down.

Preacher be here in a minute, I'm sure.

Just go right on in and sit down.

Folks, y'all go in. Preacher be here in a minute.

Julian?

You got a church full of people waiting on ya.

We're dedicating the windmill today.

- I don't have anything to say.

- Well by God, Preacher, you better reach way down

and find something to say.

- Scoby, you don't understand.

She's gone.

- Oh, forget that woman, Julian.

It was your first wife, that's all.

They come and go out here.

Believe me, I know.

All right?

Now dammit, you started this thing, Julian.

Take these people all the way with it.

I'm not mad enough to do it on my own.

I was gonna let Odie go.

And people in the church, they're your family now.

Now, come on and say a few words over that windmill for us.

All right?

We'll be waiting for you.

Julian!

- 20 notes.

Papa, that damn little preacher, he did went and shot up his wife.

Over yonder in Blue Rock.

- He kill her?

- Where is he now?

- Nobody knows.

I made me a promise to my dead boy, Scoby.

We heard ya make it, Larn.

You hanged him, you and that preacher.

And we would again.

Now you ride off, or we'll have you hangin' from that windmill.

Alex, Tom, you'd better get away from here before I have to kill ya.

Wykoff, Flores?

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya!

Ya, ya, ya, ya!

You gonna hang me all by yourself, Scoby?

Shit!

All right, you people come out here and look on my work.

You ever again get to thinking you can depend upon God and the wind

to bring your water, you remember this day.

Come on out.

And look at what I done.

I want you to remember.

- Scoby, we took up a little collection.

There's almost $20 here.

- You're running me off, ain't ya?

- We don't want no more trouble with the Clavers.

- You get well and then you just ride on outta here.

- Any word of the preacher?

- No, not a word.

- What you gonna do if you find him?

- I'm gonna kill him.

- What's the matter darling?

You got no desires?

- Buy me a drink?

Hello, Preacher.

You ain't so high and mighty now, are you?

You owe me more than a coin, Preacher.

- Horse thief.

- Cindy. - Oh, my.

- Hello?

- Anybody in the house?

- Mornin', Ma'am.

- Mornin'.

- Saw your place from up on the hill.

The horses are thirsty, could use a little drink.

- There's my creek over there.

- Is that your Chink the field?

- He helps me.

- How'd you like him to live long enough to eat his supper tonight?

- I'd like that.

- You feeling friendly toward us then?

Are you, woman?

- Yes, I am.

Well you fancy me or him for first?

- I'd assume step in one pile of cow shit as another.

Guess I'll take you.

- You shouldn't have done that, woman.

- Have you killed me?

- You didn't hear me hollering, "Help,"

did you mister?

We didn't need any help from you.

- They had my horse.

- Your course worth the life of this man?

- I couldn't say, I didn't know him.

- You got your horse now.

So go on away.

Go on, get!

Get outta here!

- It's that man, ain't it?

- Yes.

- What's he doing?

- He's plowing.

Ya!

Ya!

- Morning.

- Morning.

- I'm Reese Scoby.

Sheriff up at Driscoll, Montana.

I'm looking for a man who may have passed by here.

He rides a black horse, leads a bay.

- Nobody much comes around here.

This man you're looking for, who is he?

- He used to be a preacher.

Till he took to killing.

Killed his own wife among others.

Scoby.

Julian.

My God, I wouldn't have known you.

- Did you come to take me back?

- I come to see you dead.

- Well, that's a poor solution.

I've learned that much.

I went to whole goddamn way with you Julian, and you run off!

Ain't no more windmill, no more water, town's back like it was,

and the people bowing and scraping to them goddamn Clavers!

- I didn't know.

- Would it have mattered to you?

- Not then.

- Well then, there you are.

- Was it the lawman shot you?

- He came here looking for ya.

Said you were a preacher.

- I was.

- He said you killed your own wife.

- I did then.

- Did you mean to?

- I did at the time.

- I don't know what to think about you.

- Well I don't know what to tell you.

- Think you can eat?

- All right.

- Nathan.

Nice place you've got here.

Didn't just happen.

- How long have you been alone?

- I'm not alone.

- Where's his father?

- I run him off one day and he never came back.

Just wanted to sit in the shade, anyway.

- Is that a warning?

- You've already done more work on this place than he ever did.

What made you do that?

Just show up here that one day and start plowing?

- I guess I'd already gone as I could go the other way.

- Well you've got a ways to go before you know how to plow.

Left a lot of crooked rows in my field.

- Mama, come on.

- I'm not a farmer.

Give him a whack, Julian.

Make him go.

Leave him alone, he's all right.

Ya!

Leave 'em alone, they're old.

I wish I had a horse.

Maybe you will someday.

Can I ride the Yankee horse?

The bay?

Nah, I don't think so.

- Why you gotta keep it if you ain't lettin' nobody ride it?

- Oh I don't know, I just have.

- You like my mama?

- Boy, you're gettin' kind nosy there, fella.

Askin' all them questions.

- Well do you or not?

- Well, yeah.

- That's what I thought.

- What do you mean, that's what you thought?

- I know. - What do you mean, you know?

- Can I go lookin'?

- Yeah, but don't stay too long.

- Look, I'm getting damned tired of this, Mister.

- You know what you can do?

- I don't even know you.

- Don't you know who I am, boy?

- No, sir.

- I'm the man who's gonna kill ya.

- I got a family, mister.

They're waitin' on my right... I got kids.

- You're gonna do it, goddamn ya!

I'm gonna do it.

- You sure?

I'm sure.

- Go on home, boy. Goddamn you!

- Who was he?

- Just a man.

- Was he crazy?

- Yeah, he is crazy.

- What happens to an old crazy man like that?

- Somebody will kill him.

That's what he wants.

- How come?

- 'Cause that's all he's got left is his own dying.

Get out!

- Nathan told me about the trouble in town.

Who was it?

- It was Scoby.

- Scoby?

He's not still looking for you, is he?

- He thinks I'm dead.

He thinks he killed me.

He's a lot like me when I first rode in here that first time, remember?

- That was a long time ago, Julian.

- Yeah.

It was.

- We're all right, aren't we?

You do hang on to your misery, don't you?

- Yeah, I guess I do.

Where's he going?

- He's just going down to look at the creek.

- I'm going with him.

- No, you stay here.

- What's wrong, Mama?

- Maybe Julian has to leave.

- He don't wanna be with us anymore?

- Yes, he does. More than anything.

That's the hard part for him.

- He'd come back, wouldn't he?

- We've had him a long time, Nathan.

- I'm gonna be leaving in the morning.

- All right.

You know where we are.

- Yeah, I know where you are.

- Scoby. - Who's there?

- Scoby.

- Julian, no, I... No, I done killed you, Julian.

- Come on, Scoby. Wake up.

- That's a, Julian?

- Come on, let's go.

Here we go.

Up you go.

There you go.

- Julian. - I got you, come on.

Let's go.

There we go. Step up.

Now sober?

Surely, I'm sober, I... - Are you sober? - I'm sober!

I'm sober!

What the hell you want with me anyway?

- Nothing.

- Son of a bitch, you're going back to Driscoll, ain't ya?

- Yeah.

- That old man'll kill you this time

and nobody will lift a finger to help you.

- Well I'm going.

- They run me out of town. Did you know that?

- No.

- Well they did.

Julian?

I'm going with ya.

- All right.

You ready?

- Yeah, hell, let's go.

- Papa!

Papa, come look'a here!

- I'm gonna tear that goddamn thing down!

All the way this time.

- No, it stays.

- I'll see you in Hell, first.

- Avery, you and Eugene, take the other side.

Victor, take a Look around back.

Avery?

- They're gone, Papa.

- I got one, Papa!

I got one!

I got one!

- I got one! - Well you ignorant

son of a bitch, you shot your own brother!

- Preacher! Preacher!

- Victor!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, Victor!

- Papa.

Papa?

They got Eugene.

- Can you run for it?

- Yeah, I think I can.

- I'm gonna try to get around the other side.

- Papa.

- Can you fight, boy?

Can you fight?

Put him on his horse.

- Papa?

- Now!

- Julian.

- I got him.

You hit, Preacher?

Go take a look.

Go on.

- You got him. - Make damn sure.

Avery?

Avery?

Victor?

Eugene?

Calvin?

- Goddamn you, Preacher!

You killed all my boys!

- I brought your horse back, Scoby.

- God, that is my horse.

He's up there running again.

- Sure is.

- Well goodbye, Scoby.

- Julian.