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Ah.

Come on.

Look at me.

Where'd he get to?

Where'd he get to?

I don't know.

No!

Get the rope.

We's... headin' east, towards Indian Territory.

He's in a bad way.

Is that everything you have to say on the matter?

I swear. I swear!

You know what?

I believe you.

Whoa. Duggan.

Whoa.

The hell?

How the hell you figure this wound up

out here in the middle of these grassland?

This will work out nice.

Just cut me loose.

You'll never see me again, honest. Just cut me loose.

Sit on up.

Well, you see, I would cut you loose,

but that just violates my sense of what's right.

It can be hard to tell who and what a man is,

he's got a mind to convince you otherwise.

My people were from New York, where I was born.

By the time I was three,

we had made it to Coffeyville, Kansas,

then down to Arizona, then New Mexico.

I was in Mexico proper for a time.

I've tried my hand at many a vocation.

Some more marginal than others.

Finally, I settled on the life of a farmer.

Which is what I am.

We got that hog, stock to feed,

and a root cellar to fill.

There's tractors can do this now in quarter the time.

Is that right?

And here I thought

farming was in your bones, Wyatt.

This would be a good place for you

to raise a family of your own.

I know your ma would have felt that way.

I ain't her.

Or him.

By wisdom is a house built,

and through understanding is it established.

Through knowledge are its rooms filled

with rare and beautiful treasures.

And blessed are those hearts that are set on pilgrimage.

Much as I'd like to stick around...

listen to y'all quote Scripture at each other...

I'm goin' bird huntin'.

Thanks for the help, Al.

It does me good to be here.

Makes me feel like I'm still connected to Marie somehow.

Give your uncle a hand with his things.

That is, if you've had sufficient respite.

Thank you, son.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I wanted to go huntin' this mornin',

but your pa said he needed some help.

Sure would like to go with you one of these days.

I don't think that'd go over too well.

Your pa's a good man, Wyatt.

I wouldn't let him marry my sister

if I didn't think so.

Soon enough, you will be able to

do all the traveling and shootin' you want to.

Stop fretting about it.

We'll take two chops for supper and smoke the rest.

I ain't got time to render this. Throw it in the pen.

Don't it bother you sometimes, they eat their own?

Don't make no difference to a hog.

Why'd you settle here?

What's that meant to mean?

Why? Why the Territory, of all places?

You could stake a claim,

hang onto it for a year, it was yours.

Seemed like a pretty good deal at the time.

Got here before the guns went off, you know that.

I still don't believe this is what you wanted.

Up at dawn, feedin' the stock, workin' the crops.

Hot or cold, rain or shine.

You'll discover there's worse arrangements.

Pa?

Easy, gal, that's it.

Had me a mare near just like this

when I wasn't much older than you.

Lookie here.

What do you think happened? Some kind of robbery?

- A shootout? - Shut your nonsense.

I'd best go look for the rider.

Yeah, I will go saddle up.

You tend to this horse and stay inside till I get back.

But what if it's trouble, Pa? I can help you.

Go on. Do as I say.

Hello.

Nope.

Wyatt!

- Is he alive? - Barely.

Was he alone?

No, but I dispatched with a dozen others was there.

Give me a hand.

He's... he's lost a lot of blood.

Is he going to live?

Be up to us, I suppose.

Too far and too late to fetch the doc.

Well, I can go. Ride all night if I have to.

I'm sure you would.

So?

You will stay right here. Hand over that witch hazel.

That is an outlaw.

On the run, shot off his horse.

You think he killed somebody?

Wyatt, I know just as much as you do.

What's that for?

Seal the wound tight so he don't bleed out overnight.

No! Don't never elevate the feet with a chest wound.

I've seen the scars on your body.

'Cause I ain't hid 'em from you.

Now maybe you'll understand your raisin'.

Put your hand right here.

Where you goin'?

Just keep applyin' pressure till I get back.

What now?

Bullet has got to come out. And he won't make the ride.

Half that rope.

I will fetch the doc.

You will stay here and keep an eye on him.

You really think that's necessary?

It ain't not necessary.

Now, why don't you cool his fever

instead of vaporizin' on every

thought that comes into your head?

Trail's cold.

We will get him.

That dog could track a fish through water.

Come on.

He should come to, you keep your distance.

It don't matter he's tied up.

I can handle myself

You just do as I say. I will be back soon as I can.

Come on.

Where's Billy at?

Keep your head down. You'll be all right.

Whoa.

He was here.

Don't look like it to me.

If I am right, he were not alone.

Whoever it is knows what he's doin'.

Covered his tracks as good as anyone I've run across.

Weren't for this rain, I'd have found him sooner.

I don't need you to speechify the inner workings

in your half wit canine mind.

I need to know where he's headed.

Well, that don't exactly narrow it down.

Where am I?

Who the hell are you?

M-My pa found you, close to dead.

He brought you back here.

Oh, yeah?

Who's your pa?

Nobody. Uh...

Henry. Just a farmer.

What, it's only you and him here?

He here now?

He's just out back.

Tending to the hogs.

Oh, yeah?

Well, go fetch him.

Quit mov... moving!

Right now, I don't want to hurt you.

I do not want to hurt you. Stop moving!

Where'd you put my gun and my satchel? Listen to me!

I don't know what you're talking about, mister.

Don't you lie to me!

Wha did you do with my gun and my satchel?

Pa!

How did he get loose?

He wriggled free.

Wriggled free?

And got hold of my knife I left on the bedstand.

Well, that's on the both of us.

Help me tie the son of a bitch back up.

Okay.

You better think long and hard on what you got yourself into.

Funny, I was about to tell you the same thing.

What you aiming to do with that?

Going to dig that bullet out of you,

maybe get some answers in the process.

I like what I hear,

I might be inclined to give you something to ease the pain.

No.

No!

Okay! Listen, listen!

No!

Let's start with you telling me who you are.

I'm law! I'm a goddamn lawman!

He ain't no lawman, Pa, he was fixing to kill me.

Ready for some whisky?

I just told you... I'm law.

Ask him about the money.

What money?

He asked me about it.

Listen. Listen to me.

Okay, listen.

What's a shot lawman doing with a satchel full of cash?

Listen!

Listen! If you got a brain in your head,

you need to get yourself and your boy

out of here fast as you can.

You hear me?

No.

Oh, no! No, no!

At least we know you won't die

'fore I find out what I want to know.

Oh God.

Let me have a little more.

Let me...

Riders.

Come on, cut me loose. Come on, cut me loose.

Listen, there going to be three of them.

One's a Mexican.

The other is an ugly son of a bitch

with a thick beard.

And their leader...

their leader looks like a man you don't want to mess with.

And believe me, you don't.

Keep back from the window.

If you want to live, you got to turn me loose

and give me my gun, hear?

He's lying.

I said keep back.

Go on.

Can I help you?

I'm Sheriff Sam Ketchum.

These here are my deputies.

We've been scoutin' for a man on the run.

Lately goes by the name of Curry.

Been shot.

Six foot, brown hair, said to be handsome,

though most would want him credited

for nothing but devilry.

What I do know is, he's dangerous.

You seen anybody around here answers that description?

Say you are a sheriff? How's it I don't recognize you?

We are from way over in Woods County.

Now, this Curry we're looking for,

he's got a warrant on him there

in Missouri and Tennessee.

Might also claim he's the law.

He has got a history of such chicanery.

Far from it. He's a killer.

He will kill again.

You are not fixing to shoot

any of us with that pistol, are you?

So far I got no reason to.

That's good news.

You will want to think 'fore you raise that thing up, farmer.

Nothing to be worried about here, friend.

Just a little project I am working on, that's all.

How many people live out here?

What difference is that to you?

I am trying to make sure you are safe, is all.

Wouldn't seem to be your business,

seeing as how you're from Woods County.

You married?

Saw a grave over there.

My wife.

Died ten years back from tuberculosis.

My condolences.

Horrible way to go.

Tell them, Pa. Tell them!

Marie Hobbs McCarty, the marker said.

Your last name McCarty?

That's right.

First name?

Henry.

So Hobbs was her people, I'm guessing.

because I noticed a Hobbs ranch to the east of here.

Her brothers.

Uh huh.

Well, from the looks of things,

you have been out here a good many years.

Nice situation.

All nestled up here in the hills.

Hard to see from a distance.

What's any of this got to do with the man you're looking for?

Not much, I'll grant you.

Long time ago, uh...

was a fella caused some trouble down Arizona, New Mexico way.

Heard he went by the name McCarty.

I was wondering if he might be your kin.

You got the wrong pig by the ear.

Meaning?

I don't know no McCartys anywhere but here,

and all my kin is deceased.

Now I got chores to tend to

and scant wood to cook my supper.

I ain't seen the man you're after.

I will keep my eyes peeled.

Be sure to alert the good Sheriff

in Chickasha if I should run across him.

Well, then.

I thank you for your help.

Looks like another dead end, boys.

You be sure to lock your doors tonight.

Stay safe.

Come on.

Now you are inclined to hang onto that?

I thought you might be needing help.

You want to tell me how this got fired?

Honest, Pa.

Don't you lie to me!

I wanted to know what it's like.

I am the only boy for 50 miles that's never fired one.

You won't even let me lay hand on your old shotgun.

So if you cannot teach me proper, I got to do it myself.

You get into my things again, I will crack your crust!

You are a stupid, worthless old man.

A whole life, and nothing to show for it

but this rundown old farm

and a boy who's gonna leave you alone to die

as soon as he's able.

Let me guess.

You going to tell me that he ain't

the sheriff of Woods County, you are.

They ain't lawmen, they are bank robbers.

Well, what's left of them, anyway.

Knocked over the Adams Express.

Me and my deputies gave chase, killed two of them,

including the one carrying the loot.

Bank robbers wearing badges?

That they took off me and my men.

He's the one impersonating the law.

But you made off with the money.

Hell, yeah, I grabbed it.

Then why ain't you back with it in Woods County?

Oh, I don't know. Why does it look like?

And my first priority was

getting away from that bunch alive.

That's why I rode like hell until I couldn't no more.

There's the last thing I remembered,

till I woke up here.

Look, I know what I'm saying

sounds ridiculous to you and all.

That it does.

Why they didn't shoot you dead

on the spot just now, I don't know.

But I can guarantee you...

they'll be back.

Only thing I can't figure

is why the old man

would risk his neck for a stranger.

Maybe he got offered a cut of the money.

Something tells me that ain't it.

Any one of us could have taken him out.

Which is what we should do now.

- Ride up, finish it. - Not just yet.

because of some shaky old farmer?

He didn't hold that pistol like any farmer I've ever seen.

There are three of us.

We don't run up in a bank, or ride up on a stage

without knowing who's in it.

We know Curry's in there. With our money!

Which is why you are going to reconnoiter

that so-called farmer's place

and make sure Curry don't skedaddle.

Gladly.

Don't make a move till we get there.

Fine.

- Duggan. - I said fine.

Come sunup, you and me will head into Chickasha,

hire some guns.

Understood.

On the way, we will pay a call on Farmer Hobbs...

find out if he's got anything interesting

to tell us about ol' Henry McCarty.

Wyatt. Come on in.

- I am almost finished. - Leave it till morning.

Come on.

It'd be a damn sight easier if I could feed myself.

Be a damn sight easier not to feed you at all.

- You and me ever met? - That I would remember.

How long you been a sheriff?

- I would say onto 18 years now. - How did you get your start?

I was a deputy for Big Bill Thompson

in Baxter Springs.

Baxter Springs. Baxter Springs, Missouri?

- Kansas. - Skinny fella, big ears?

Heavyset.

Missing part of his left ear from

a drunk miner taking a potshot at him.

- I heard it was a drunk whore. - Oh, you did?

Which part of Baxter Springs you live in?

A boarding house. Out near Grant's Stage Station.

What was the landlady's name?

She were not no lady.

She a nasty old cuss named Hannah.

You ever run into a George Crook?

You mean General George?

Sumbitch dedicated his life

to driving the Caddo out of the Territory.

How in the hell did you end up in Baxter Springs?

Well, like every other fool

dreaming of easy riches and digging for tin.

Till I realized there weren't none.

Just a bunch of ghost stories about a mine

near Smokey Hill River.

Then I... I was broke. Work was hard to come by.

I'm lucky Big Bill took a liking to me.

Otherwise I... I don't know what would have come of me.

I... I am sorry I jumped your boy before.

I woke up in a strange place, didn't know who he was...

I was being held hostage in some hideout.

This look like a hideout to you?

I overheard what he said earlier.

He did not mean any of that.

Yes, he did.

I will give you one hand free. Don't make me take it off.

All right.

All right.

Was farming what your daddy did?

My daddy died when I was 3, up in Kansas.

And he did near everything but work the land.

I was orphaned at 15.

That's 13 years longer than I knew my folks.

Ah. Where abouts you grow up?

New Mexico.

- Which part? - Fort Sumner.

Born and raised. You heard of it?

Where Billy the Kid was shot, wasn't it?

Main reason anyone know it.

I was there the night it happened.

How's that?

I was just a boy.

I used to make what money I could

doing chores for a fella by the name of Peter Maxwell.

Same Peter Maxwell put the Kid up for the night.

Same Peter Maxwell tipped off Garrett

and his deputies, Poe and McKinney,

the Kid was holed up there.

I was sweeping the stalls.

When I saw Garrett walk in the house, I...

I don't think nothing of it.

But Billy was not in there. Not then, leastways.

- Know how I know? - How?

He was barefoot in his shin sleeves,

cutting the meat off a deer carcass

not 20 feet from where I was working.

I saw him peer through the barn door,

and he saw Poe and McKinney on the porch there.

He stopped carving, looked me dead in my eye.

He said, "Keep your head down, you will be all right."

So Billy went straight to Maxwell's room,

realized pretty quick it ain't just Maxwell in there.

He called out, "¿Quien es? ¿Quien es?"

because Billy spoke Spanish as good as a Mexican.

Pat's answer?

Two shots. One wide of the mark, and the other one in the chest.

That was the end of Billy the Kid.

And you seen it all.

I most certainly did.

Saw the Kid's body get hauled off too,

wrapped in a bloody sheet.

Enough to teach me that ain't no life for me.

I would rather stop this crazy than be part of it anyway.

Well...

Damn.

If I knew all it took was a good story

for you to cut me loose.

You well enough to stay upright in the saddle?

- Not hardly. - I want you out of here.

I suppose waiting till sunup ain't an option?

If I was alone out here, it'd be different.

Well, then, I guess I'm ready.

Good.

Take it.

I will fetch your loot.

- Pa? - Wyatt! Get down!

I-I think I'm all right.

Is... is he hit?

He just passed out. Give me that.

I am better with it than you think.

Not until I teach you proper.

- I have taught myself

Now, where did you get to?

- He's under the house..

I hope you got good enough with this.

God forbid it happens, but shooting a man

is different than hitting a target...

a line you can't cross back over.

I know that.

You could not until you have done it.

If he comes in here...

you pull that trigger.

Aim for the chest.

And keep firing until you hit it.

Where you going?

Son of a bitch!

Cock sucker!

Fuck.

Shit.

Where's the others? They close?

Go to hell.

I have been here too often to let

a man of your caliber overhaul my baggage.

Answer me, or it ends for you right now.

Go to hell, you bastard.

He was fixing to kill us both.

I saw.

Probably here to watch and got greedy.

The others will be coming.

First thing, we got to get rid of this body.

How we going to do that?

We ain't.

I know it don't feel like it.

You are lucky it just grazed ya.

If you know I found that gun,

you know I saw what's in the back of that closet.

Who are you?

I am who I am.

Aren't you always preaching about being honest?

The truth will set you free?

I have never lied to you.

Isn't not telling me the whole story

the same damn thing?

I've done things I wish I could take back.

A long time before you. Before your ma.

Things that you got no business hearing.

How am I supposed to respect you if you ain't respecting me?

I am respecting you.

And if you don't understand that,

you ain't heard a word I just said.

No, I heard it. I just do not believe a bit of it.

Keep your head down.

Keep your head down. You'll be all right.

You will be all right.

Whoa.

- Morning - Morning.

- Something I can help you with? - I sure hope so.

Nice place you got here. Peaceful. Quiet.

Bird hunting.

Nothing quite like the flush of the bevy.

You must be quite the shot.

Do what I can.

I envy you.

I don't get to go out hunting

as much as I'd like to these days.

Something I can help you with, mister?

My daddy used to hunt pheasant.

It was always my damn job to clean 'em.

Oh, cutting the skin on the breast, peeling it back.

But over time, I figured the best way

to get rid of their innards...

was to split the bird's back. Get to 'em that way.

Is that what you find?

Look, I don't...

mean to be not neighborly, but...

But get to the point? Sure.

I wanted to ask you a couple questions about, uh,

your brother-in-law.

Well, what concern is he of yours?

That's what I am trying to figure out.

You see, I got this crazy idea...

there might be more to ol' McCarty

than meets the eye.

You supposed be some kind of lawman or something?

Something like that.

Well, I think it's time you left.

Well, we came here for some answers.

We ain't leaving till I get them.

That so?

I should...

Now how the hell we gonna pick his ass up?

Okay. Okay, thank you.

Oh, God. Okay.

I'm no good to travel. I am not.

You take the boy, you get out of here.

When Ketchum and his men arrive,

I will hold them off as long as I can.

- The hell with that! - Wyatt.

We got guns.

You already killed one of them barehanded.

Fill a pack. We are leaving.

I am warning you.

He's back.

Leave the rest.

We ca not just leave him here to die.

I am damn sure not going to lose you

over something that ain't our fight.

Your pa is right.

I am old enough to make my own decisions,

whether you are ready to accept that or not.

Yeah. This is mine to finish.

Go on, now. I will be all right.

Whoa.

Curry! Anybody home?

You gentlemen need something?

We are here for our fugitive.

I told you yesterday I ain't seen him.

My intuition tells me that's not true.

I will make it easy...

you hand him over, we let you and the boy go free.

The other option is, we take him.

And you and the boy die.

You take that deal.

I signed up for this, you did not.

See your horses are already saddled.

You can just ride on out of here.

You and I both know we will be dead

before we mount our horses.

before this turns into some kind of brigasee,

why don't me and you settle this,

knuckle and skull.

You got a lot of fight for a farmer.

That ain't the way this plays out.

Bring him up!

Al?

Listen to me. What's going to happen

will happen quick.

I will stall long as I can, but I want you to sneak out back

and hole up at Roger's Mill...

...and wait for me there.

Only use this if you have to.

- Let me fight. - I can't do this right

if I am worried about protecting you.

Just turn me over.

You don't, they are going to kill us all.

You and me both know

they are fixing to do that anyway.

And yet you expect me to run out into sure gunfire?

Your boy's right.

Stay inside.

Stay away from the window.

You have to shoot, aim for the chest, and...

Keep firing till I hit something.

I have had some suspicions

about who you are, Henry McCarty.

I got to admit, that name sticks in me like a thorn.

My curiosity was aroused.

I was hoping Al here might shed some light.

He would not say shit.

Even after my boys were...

what's the word? Uh, emphatic in their question.

You probably concluded I am no sheriff.

Nor are these men my deputies.

Not a one of us had spent time

in Woods County before a month ago.

What about you?

Where did you come from?

Every place on earth but this.

So be it.

Last offer.

This tongue tied piece of shit

for Sheriff Curry in there and the money.

You get what you want.

I get what I want.

We go our separate ways without blood spilled.

Not yours, not mine.

Not that boy of yours I see surveilling

all this through that window.

If I wanted bloodshed,

I would have busted in there guns a blazing a long time ago.

I believe you know that.

You leave my brother in law right where he is.

Turn and ride your asses off my property.

You do that, and I will let you live.

You hear that, fellas?

Is that the talk of a mild old sod buster?

I think not.

Nah.

That sounds like something else altogether.

Hobbs!

Anything you could tell me might change the equation here?

Kiss my ass, you long-winded son of a bitch.

You got a pair, I will give you that.

Last chance, Al.

You have no idea the hell storm you fixing to let loose.

Consider me properly warned.

Easy. Whoa.

Easy, fella.

Goddamn.

Look at that.

I would say she's done.

Ain't that a thing of beauty?

Wyatt!

Get in!

You still with us?

Less of me.

Whoa. Whoa.

McCarty!

You dead yet?

I sure ain't.

I am assuming the fact I ain't seen

my man Duggan this morning

means he must have crossed paths with you,

and things did not go his way.

Seeing as how I just killed your man Al here,

I would say that squares us.

No more games.

You got one minute to come out.

You nearly got us both killed,

which is about all your tears and rage

would have amounted to.

Now keep your damn head down. You will be all right.

Keep your head down,

you will be all right.

Poe and McKinney were on the porch.

Garrett went in the house.

Two shots... but he...

And you were speaking Spanish to them.

But he did not kill you.

He helped you escape.

You are him.

He's who?

Bonney.

Pa, what is he talking about?

Pa!

Smart choice, friend.

What is he saying?

Don't you dare step outside.

Ah.

Aah!

Fuck.

You all right?

Oh.

Wyatt. Fetch a pail of water and some rags.

Go on.

You have certainly seen better days.

I knew you had a familiar face.

I just could not place it at first.

We will get the doc.

First I got to slow the bleed.

How you manage to stay hidden all these years?

Let's get some of this shirt off you.

I can use it to tie off this leg.

Well, shit.

I wish you did not see that.

It is just like I heard you tell your boy before.

Ain't that I lied, I just never told you the whole truth.

Was you law at all?

Sheriff of Woods County, just like I said.

Me and my deputies,

we signed on with Ketchum back in the spring.

We had to take their brand.

Done a few jobs with 'em.

But we figured out they was planning

to gun us down on this last go.

So we tried to beat them to the punch.

Took off, and they plugged me from a distance.

They would have hunted me to the end of the earth.

I'm sorry I ended up here.

Last thing I wanted, you want to know the truth of it.

because you were good to me back then.

Huh.

I could never square you done the things they said.

Though I sure as hell can believe it now.

I don't even remember you.

Well, why would you? I was just a ranch hand.

Now I get to be the man who killed Billy the Kid.

- You hold on, I will get the doc. - No.

Pa.

It's a miracle I made it this far.

Once this gets out...

you going to hear some things about me.

Some of it's true.

A lot of it ain't.

Fact is...

I don't even know who or what I was anymore.

I don't believe in redemption.

But a man can find some kind of solace...

if he's got a boy like you to raise.

The world is changing.

You go see it.

It's a place I don't belong in no more.

I am hoping...

you do.

Pa?

Pa?

Come on.