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Ladies!

Ladies.

They'll hang your husbands at noon.

They are bringing Thornton.

Yeah, they took our money.

They caught Thornton.

They had all my savings at the bank.

Well done, boys.

Hang them up!

If we don't water these animals, we'll wind up walking to town.

The bank in Dutchman. How could they?

So close to home. I don't believe it.

Charlie said he killed the banker's daughter.

We better prepare ourselves for the worst.

I ain't never seen three people hang at once. Two maybe.

One time over Judge Parker... three.

But they were Indians, so that don't count.

You go back to the ranch, lock the gate and hang tight, Charlie.

There's no time for those stole the steers or those army mules to go visiting.

- You don't know they're stolen. - Right.

We sure married thieves.

I like to think of them as highway men.

Them are bank robbers now.

I told you, my darling Greta...

We would see the dead faces of the men who took your body.

I'd put some more ice there, Mr. Van Damm, if I were you.

It's like it's gonna be very hot today.

I have got a .44 bullet in my foot.

Anyone has got a little drink of whiskey for Little Jemmy?

Thank you.

Oh hell, that ain't right.

This ain't right, preacher.

Hanging a wounded man like this.

You will be out of pain soon, trash.

You all know Little Jemmy Thornton.

And all of you know that this young man single fault...

Was not to skew with the running iron...

or occasionally road-mining a stagecoach.

But his failure to avoid low companions.

He was always fair and generous with his friends.

Always a smile on his face.

And a whistle on his ruby lips.

And we know he would never do a thing wrong.

Oh please, Lord.

Open the safe or I'll cut her throat!

I told you...

the combination will be coming tomorrow on the payroll stage.

There is nothing I can do.

Everyone knows Cash Thornton never killed a man.

Kiss my little brother dead ass...

And god damn your lying eyes.

Praise the Lord!

When a man goes to hell with a curse on his lips...

Satan smiles.

Don't fight. It's not your first time.

- You have no money. - No, but I got this.

Little Jemmy is gonna kill you, Cash Thornton.

One more to go.

God knows that Frank Thornton...

might be on the second now and then.

And he might put his brand on someone else calf.

But I know he was always a gentleman.

Jake! Do something, you son-of-a-bitch...

Or I'll blow your brains out.

God damn it, Maxine. No need to point your pistol at me.

You used to be a decent woman until you start out hanging with this trash.

It needs trash to know trash.

All right folks, it's all over. Go home.

Their wives might know where the money is.

The boys boasted to have hiding the stash somewhere...

When they're drunk and talking.

My fee, Mr. Van Damm.

Money is a seducer.

The Lord works in mysterious ways...

But not without the cash.

Preacher, make damn sure

Greta makes it to consecrated ground.

In Tucson at Water Piage, sir.

It depends on the weather. She will have a good Christian burial.

Concentrated ground. Our men, too.

What the hell was that?

I don't want Greta riding in the same wagon as her killers.

It won't happen.

Well, Van Damm.

I heard it was your teller who killed your beautiful daughter.

Come on, goddamn it.

My God. Greta?

Greta?

Those sons of bitches stole all the money of town.

They ain't giving it back now.

- They didn't even kill nobody. - Okay. Move it out.

What now?

Kiss the bastards goodbye and then have a good drink...

might be traditional at this point, I think.

I ain't gonna kiss no dead man, honey.

Come on, let's go.

Why the hell didn't you worthless idiots do something?

She could have killed me.

You don't said anything to me, boss.

That damn woman could shoot off the hairs of a frog at 40 steps.

Toads ain't got no hair!

I want you two ass holes to get...

to the Thornton ranch and keep an eye on things.

Maybe those whores do know where the money is. Now get!

So we just Were lying there, drunk.

Around the camp fire. Playing poker.

That little one, he tried to run.

He didn't run too good with a '44 slug in his foot.

My Little Jemmy never ran from nothing, damn it!

He had rabbit turds in his boot, lady.

Drinks around. Whiskey is coming up, boys.

That son of a bitch, better hope I never meet him in a dark hallway.

What will you do? Hump the poor devil to death?

Enough.

Hey, girls? I just chipped in for the bottle.

You best take it home to do dear graving.

Not a bad idea.

We could run these army mules.

I had forgotten about them.

We must go back and take care of business.

Absolutely.

Now as they think we know where the money is...

they'll be coming after us sooner or later.

We don't know anything.

I didn't know our dear departed husbands did have the sense to stash any money.

Let's get out of here. I'm going back to bed.

I must pee first.

Hey, honey. How about a kiss?

It will wash the grieve right out of you.

Not a chance.

You used to do the whole number for $ 5.

That was before I was a married woman. I am a widow now.

But I tell you what.

I'll piss on your foot for free if you don't move it.

How come those idiots never stole anything worth of shit...

And when they did, they forgot to tell us where they hid it?

Let's go.

So you Pinkerton boys were...

bringing a stallion back from Mexico...

when you ran into the gang, huh?

Dead drunk and pissing in their boots.

We saw the bank's money bags. We figured they were dirty.

Played poker with stolen cash.

This state senator from Waco, Texas...

he paid a king's ransom for that horse.

Some Mexican stole it.

The reward was pretty high.

We figured somebody paying to have these boys back.

We didn't notice the rest of the bank loot, did you?

Just what we brought in, sir.

We pressed them a bit, especially the little one.

He cried and glowered, but he wouldn't give it up.

They probably stashed it someplace.

Of course it is none of our business.

It's a long ride to Waco and not much to do when you get there.

Dallas ain't too far away.

Hot water, clean sheets and lazy whores.

Them boys are professional.

Professional what? I didn't see the rest of my money.

One of the Thornton stashed it...

I'll find it.

Maxine?

I wish you wouldn't talk so hard and mean of our men.

I'm sorry, Bridget. I know you loved Jemmy.

The question is, what will we do now?

We have a good decent ground and it is stream clear.

We'll have to fight to keep it.

When we put on run, they won't chase us.

And if they do chase us, we just shoot them little nuts off.

Hey, Bridget, where is that horse pistol of yours?

In my saddlebag. But if you don't stop drinking whiskey...

You won't be able to hit a barn wall standing inside.

Oh yeah? Watch that cactus.

Maybe we better get on home.

Who put you in charge, dearie?

Figure it up for yourself then.

You never had any sense anyway.

You could have had that rancher of Tascosa and live a fine life.

But you had to run off with sweet-talking Frank.

At least my cows never found me drunk and sleeping on a school-house table.

Girls, how long have we been married to the Thornton brothers?

And how come in all that time we never have been friends?

They liked to be called the Thornton Gang.

Any chance they might have hidden that bank money on the ranch somewhere?

I know every inch of that place.

Well, good. 'cause that means that they won't follow us.

Maybe not.

We better pack our bags and keep our horses saddled, just in case.

One morning these boys will be primer.

I want you to leave them all up there...

And strip the hide of these women.

Find out where it is all hidden.

It won't that easy.

That goddamn Maxine is hell with a .44-40.

Are you afraid?

No, I'm just careful, sir. And hungry.

How hungry are you?

Hungry enough of anything you have in mind.

I own all the claims to the ridge.

I thought the creek was played out.

So did everybody else.

But when they bring those hydro-miners in from California...

They'll find the real gold.

And I bought up all the claims.

The trouble is I haven't registered them yet.

I got more money tied up to those claims...

than all the rest of the money they stole from the bank.

I want half.

15%.

Just because I could use a partner.

Not enough, unless you want to come along with us.

All right. 25%.

Could being a smart boy, sheriff.

I'll be your partner.

But I want the cash together.

Deal.

Everybody out. You too.

Get out. Go on.

Let us in, you fucking whores!

They're coming.

Give us the money, you bitches!

Hey.

Oh... Damn!

Don't shoot! Please, don't shoot.

There they are! Come.

Get back. Get back!

We can't hold these guys off for ever.

What are they doing here? Where's Charlie?

He ran off to the road!

Faster than a duck.

We got to get out of here!

My riding dress is filthy.

Go, Claire. Just go.

Come on, Claire. They are coming.

Hurry up!

Be quick, Claire! We got to go!

Let's ride!

It's ours. It's all ours.

They went that...

A bunch of idiots.

Idiots are the only ones we got.

Go in there. Organize them. Go!

Come on, boys!

$ 200 each if we bring them in alive.

Come on!

I think we can lose them in the breaks. At least for now.

Stop here in Glory Hole.

Rest in peace, you ass holes.

And you too, my sweet chubby little darling.

See for the coffins.

We can use them for later.

Bodies must be settled in the dust.

It's just the wind.

- A drink, boss? - Si.

It's Tequila what you boys will be wanting.

You'll have to make due with mescal.

Kentucky Whiskey, barkeep.

One for my men, one for me...

And one for the Lord, God of Mercy.

You want a double?

No glasses?

Are you gentlemen passing through?

Who the hell ever comes here who isn't passing through?

Glasses are for the regular customers.

Keep the jug.

He has sawed off rifle down there.

So, what now?

The women.

By the grace of God, they know all their hiding holes.

We will take cash...

and perhaps we will have an intimate prayer meeting...

with a lovely widow.

Kill their hides.

Until they speak God's sacred truth.

So what now?

Dutchman Flats is no good for us anymore.

But damn it they're not gonna take my ranch.

- Our ranch. - This thing is not over.

The ranch was always over. I'm done.

Me too.

Frank and I could have make it work.

Your dear Frank.

He didn't know the difference between a cow flug and a blush of flush.

Hell, I was born in a cooks wagon on a Chisholm trail.

I've been following cow flugs all my life.

It's a lot better than be brought up in a whorehouse, isn't it, Bridget?

Well, we could become bank robbers.

We couldn't do any worse than the boys did.

Gang.

What do you think, Maxine?

I think Jake is following us with as many as he get to ride.

And?

I'll shoot the first three horses and then they'll go back.

But Jake won't. Some of these others.

Why not to shoot these ass holes.

A horse makes a bigger target.

Are you sure we can hold them off here?

This is the best spot. If you don't care to cover...

and watch my back... Keep on guarding. And I'll catch up.

- Nobody is talking about going. - I am.

Too late.

Hold your horses, ladies, they are coming.

Come on. Get them, boys.

Come on, Jeb, get back.

God damn you, Maxine!

Come and get us, trash!

Tell us where the money is, and we'll leave you alone.

If only we knew!

Fuck... shit!

That's it. Maxine!

We're coming in!

Come on, you cheap choky mediocre flug!

I'll Send you home to your mother crying like a baby!

- Get down! - Go get them.

They can not go away from us!

They can't go anywhere where we can not find them.

Let's go for a drink.

For heavens sake, stop that, Bridget.

That was great.

I'm blind as a bat.

What is new?

Are they gonna keep chasing us?

We'll take them down at the break and lose them.

They'll be hang over, saddle-sore and tired.

I'm guessing they go back to town.

We'll go home after that.

Are you crazy, Maxine?

You can't go back there, we can never go back.

We didn't do anything wrong, except marrying the wrong bunch.

Gang! They liked to be called the Thornton Gang.

Maybe they did bury some money.

Why shouldn't we have it? After all, they stole it, fair and square.

I think I'd be going to San Francisco.

You could change your name and teach again.

If you're sobered up enough.

I'd rather wipe asses then snorting nose kids.

That made me drink in the first place.

I'm not going back to punching cattle.

Stop it, Claire.

Cash wasn't worth one of your bloody socks.

I'll urinate or throw up.

If I was you, darling...

I wouldn't piss on that sidewinder beneath the wood.

Where the hell did you come from?

I don't really know, honey.

I guess something must have gone wrong.

What are you doing?

I'm saving your life.

Who is that woman with you?

Oh, I don't know. Just a woman I met.

It's always some goddamn woman you make your turk blossom.

Little Jemmy, we gotta go. We got to go now.

You gave up.

Maxine was up there like a goddamn witch with a rifle.

What about that damned Frog?

He could take a round if it didn't mess up his shirt.

But not between the eyes. he ain't so stupid.

Andre likes his good fight from long distance.

Do you need me, boss?

You're coming along tomorrow, Frenchie.

We will go after them again.

I am going too.

I wanna be there when you hold their feet to the fire.

I've been a man-hunter all my life.

Guess hunting women won't be any different.

Girls, I think I'm losing my mind.

Jesus honey, you're as whit as a ghost.

I damned near peed on a sidewinder. a while back.

Was it good for him?

What about tomorrow?

Well, just over the ridge there's a day's easy riding...

Towards Saint Judas.

Than we will be at the badlands.

Nobody will follow us in that mess.

So it's cold coffee, hard tag and we'll be waving at sunrise.

Maybe after losing them in the breaks, we can go home.

You and that goddamn ranch.

I have no intention of ever returning to that shithole.

I don't know, Maxine. It just reminds me of Little Jemmy.

It breaks my heart every time when I walk out of that door.

Whatever. We have to get away from that posse.

If they catch us, they'll hang us over a slow fire until our brain's boiled.

Like the Apaches.

You're the only one who can get us out this.

Claire, if you keep sober enough to ride, we'll be okay.

I'd crawl a mile to spot that.

Cash.

What are you doing here, Cash?

Maybe it was your tears, sweetheart.

I wasn't crying for you. I was crying for Bridget.

I saw what you did to her. And so did Little Jemmy...

But he was always scared to do anything.

You're a bastard!

If you would have kicked the drink away and face out of the books...

I would have died. I should have blown your head off.

What?

What do you want?

I'll tell you what I want when the right time comes.

I can't tell you how I love the great outdoors.

What happened? Talking to yourself out there?

I ran into Cash. Or his ghost.

Or maybe the remains of one of his farts.

I saw Little Jemmy.

Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you people?

Well, you tell us what's right, honey.

We know what we saw.

- You didn't see Frank? - No.

But I think I saw his daddy's buffalo-rifle that he always carried.

Maybe that's a ghost.

- Well, there you go. - There you go.

Jesus.

Maxine. Wait up a minute.

Aren't we gone far enough?

Okay.

They're two days behind you.

And probably out of whiskey.

Just keep riding west into the sunset and you'll be okay.

I am going back. I have to.

I may be a drunk, but I owe one third of that ranch...

- and you can't have it. - Yeah.

I'm going back anyway.

- All right. I'll give you my third if you get us out of here. - Me too.

I didn't take you to raid, damn it.

If was gonna take somebody to raid, it wouldn't be a whore and a drunk.

- So what about it? - No!

But you can't just leave us here.

Follow the cattle trail. It'll take you down to the canyon.

Go downstream, turn right...

and you'll find a mining camp where you can catch the stagecoach.

- Good luck, ladies. - Well, good luck yourself.

And when they find our bodies, come and get us.

- Assuming you're self breathing. - I thought we were in it together.

The only reason we were together was because of the boys.

Gang!

There's only two of them.

What do you think, partner?

It looks like they got better today now the sheriff and his posse.

The only way they can go they run into Cordejo Canyon.

Hold it right there, ladies.

- What the hell is your problem? - Where is the other one?

She ran away.

Not too far, I hope.

- Would you like to know? - Actually not.

I think we got all we need here, don't you, David?

Damn it!

Better use whiskey next time.

She's a hell lot tougher than you've guessed.

What about that one?

She'll know where the money is.

This one got the sense of a rabid raccoon.

Let's kill her first, then ask questions later.

You might wanna reconsider, cowboy.

You got one chance to put it down.

I think I believe you. Bitch.

Make that Mrs. Thornton.

Let's see how fast you can disrobe and disappear.

What?

This is not a conversation.

Claire.

Go on. Down to the skin.

You see that third ridge over there?

Over there?

From here I can see you.

Once you get there...

I won't not put a round in your corrupt melon.

Jesus! I'll die.

Move at night, chew rocks, and good luck.

Get going!

Lay her down here.

Easy.

How can we get back?

We got to fix this lady before she dies.

Collect all the cactus you can find and the water we can spare.

Cactus? What for?

We peel and cover as much as we can.

She can't ride tomorrow, she'd be dead.

We're here all right, boss, but they're moving fast.

We're probably a day behind them.

I put you in charge of this rabble.

At daybreak get them up, and get them moving.

And if you can't, I'll get somebody who can.

We'll catch them tomorrow.

Yeah, we better.

All right. Listen up!

My man here...

will confiscate every last drop of spirits in this gathering.

And if you resist, he has my permission to break your fucking arms.

And I will personally shoot any man who tries to leave.

Understood?

I don't think that's quite legal, boss.

Shut the fuck up. And help the French to collect the bottles.

And when you're done, you get some firewood.

What about my clothes?

Fuck your wardrobe. Get your ass moving.

What if the women don't know where the money is?

Oh, they know.

I can't wait to bring that bitch Maxine to her knees.

Boss. We can't be hurting no ladies.

Put a silk sock in it, French.

What is that you're doing?

I learned it from a Comanche Chinese trail cook.

It always worked for me.

Shoot.

That is the fever. She needs more cactus.

And a taste of whiskey...

It's in my bag.

Not too much.

You have to ride tomorrow.

Which means you have to stop drinking.

All right.

I will. I promise.

I have got something that looks like that.

Me too. It looks like a piece of a map.

When it's day light, maybe we should put them together.

Perhaps our esteemed husbands were trying to tell us something.

No more drink. No more drink!

Did we bring in somebody else who has been here before?

Yeah, Peacock.

He'll search for Gold in an old shithouse.

You'll be surprised how much gold a man can find in shit.

What I can do for you, boss?

Whither have it? That damn women.

They're up on the ridge, come out on the ram...

which leads to nowhere.

Or they can go to Salinas and then we find their bodies.

But I guess they hit the mountain fork that come out on the Green.

When?

Tomorrow afternoon, at the earliest.

Can we get them there?

Not in that mules card, partner.

Fuck hemorrhoids and more partners.

I could shoot you in the fucking leg, partner.

Yeah, you could miss. It might kill me.

But it didn't kill me in the Battle of the Wilderness.

I'm not that easy to kill.

If you get there before they do...

I'll make it worthy while.

Because you are the banker, why don't you give me a small deposit?

We got to get her up and into a shirt.

Hurt.

Better.

At least she's not peeling anymore.

And the fever is down.

What's this?

Comanche opium.

Can you ride?

I can try.

Let's see if we can put these pieces together.

What pieces?

To the bucks the boys left us. Don't say gang.

It only be bad news.

At least they were thinking of us.

They must have used all my rouge mascara...

to make these scribbles.

Hell. I know what that is.

How can you make any sense out of it?

Me and Little Jemmy did it there once...

coming back from a stage-job outside Wickenberg.

Yes, I know the place.

They say that it's Apache God, Our Monster Man...

cut off his giant prick so he could run.

And he left it right there in the mountains. Here.

Now there is this big peggar shaped rock...

Right to the cliff where the Apaches don't go.

Me and the boys used to hide in the caves there after job.

You did jobs?

I got bored. Hell, she went along too.

Shot the fingers of a man of El Paso stage.

So, I haven't just married and widowed by a thief and murderer...

- I'm running with them too. - Don't get your back up, honey.

Frank never killed anything but a winning hand.

It was the others boys who made the money...

when they were not looking at your ass in them pants.

Do you know the way to El Monster man penis?

Bridget could find a penis in the blizzard.

It keeps a girl warm.

Maybe they hid the money in that cave.

- Let's go get it. - Damn right.

If you expect me to be a part of this wild goose chase...

I remember you saying something about signing over your pieces of the ranch.

Sure, take it. I don't wanna go back anyway.

Yeah, you took my whiskey, you might as well take my ranch.

The hangmen. My God, I'm safe.

What happened to you, son?

Goddamn. Women!

I know by bad experience...

that the gates of hell residing between their legs.

It looks like they took everything but your nuts.

Where is the Senator stallion?

The women took it.

Thank God I found you boys.

Please, give me some water.

You should have held on to the Arabian.

No!

Do you want me to bury him?

We are all God creatures.

Leave him to the coyotes.

Maxine! Bridget!

It's the hangman and a bunch of Mexicans!

Ride!

Go get them!

What's that fucking hangman doing here?

The same thing we are!

Ride!

Get out of here!

Get the women!

There they go, Peacock! Earn your money!

Come on! Move it.

Come on.

It sounds like a buffalo gun.

Damn Peacock always rode the biggest mule town.

He has got the way blocked?

I don't know how we should move him out of the way.

It'll take more men than have got here.

- It's Stuck like a cork. - If we don't move to the mule...

it's another day of ride before we get out of this.

If you lead your horse around that mule... Go after them!

Maybe after dark falls.

That was a buffalo gun up there.

He says right, Van Damm.

All right. After dark.

Just get that thing out of here!

Peacock was an expert in explosives.

There must be some dynamite.

Roberto won't make it until the night.

So?

Someone has to take him home.

He is my sister's boy.

I'm sorry. I know how you must feel...

You've been with me a long time.

My people has been good to you for many years.

I want to go home.

We have made a lot of money.

We sent a lot of people to hell.

You've been my right hand.

And I will be obliged if you stay with me.

To the end!

This might be the end.

Jesus, you scared me.

I thought the Apaches was coming after me.

Do you eat that?

Why? Do you want some?

I'd rather suck a rhino sock than eating a lizard.

Look, I couldn't find a rattlesnake.

What the hell are you doing out here? I thought you were town trash.

I was a captive and I got away.

I've been running for my life just like you ladies.

Them Redhide niggers they were gonna hang me over a fire for fun.

How did they get you?

On a ride in a gold wagon.

I jumped on the back. They hit us outside of town.

They didn't care about the gold.

What they wanted was the mules.

They want the mules to eat them. Yeah, can you imagine that?

Then they took me as a toy.

The damn Apache got whole different sense of humor than we do.

You look like you could use a drink, little fellow.

Yeah.

So where are you ladies heading?

Up to the top, to this big rock.

Well, I can show you the way up there.

I know the way.

The trail is on the other side. It is hard to find.

Maybe you can loan me a piece of horse fresh.

I don't remember inviting you, kid. We don't need your help.

Come on! Can't I go with you?

I mean, the Apaches they don't like going up there.

Maybe he does know the easiest way to the cave.

Hey, I'm your boy.

You better be.

All right.

This way.

When we get back there when it is safe...

I think I'm gonna head to the rimps. I got a cabin up there.

You ladies, you can head down south, towards Tucson.

It looks to me you ride like an Indian.

- That way. - Which way?

Over the left.

There is a good place to camp on top.

We got plenty of water.

I've never been up there after dark.

I've been. It's just a place.

The Apaches, they say that...

the spirits of the dead come alive up there.

Why don't you lead the way, kid?

It happens to.

Honey?

Who is the girlfriend?

I ain't nobody's girlfriend.

As a matter of fact, I'm almost a virgin.

Yeah, me too.

What are you doing here?

I don't know. We just got to be here I guess.

You are a couple of ghosts, and you don't know why you're here?

We got to go now.

But you just got here!

Pick up the stick.

What?

Pick up that goddamn stick.

You pick it up.

Pick up the fucking stick and go kill them all!

Go to hell!

I can see the deer.

And I can see the pumas.

Who are those guys with the funny hats?

It looks like the missing map.

Hey! What the hell are you doing here?

Go back down there and take care of that $ 20,000 horse.

What does it mean?

A round spot next to a tree?

It reminds me of something, but I'm not sure what.

They were probably drunk when they do it.

Who knows what they mean.

Oh Maxine. I need a drink.

Claire, you promised. We got to keep our wits about us.

Ladies! I know where it is.

There goes our $ 20.000. horse.

Well, we'd had to go to Texas to get the money anyway.

All those open ridges up there...

People long before the Apache or Navajo.

This place almost get you out praying.

I'm sure we should goddamn praying. The goddamn county is chasing us!

Don't forget that sneaky renegade kid.

I never liked the look of him.

What makes a kid like that go bad?

Why the hell would the Indians want to capture him?

He is more Indian than white.

Maybe they raised him.

Old man Berryhill fell of his folks wagon when he was a kid.

He was raised by the Comanches.

I never met a nicer guy in my life.

Until that guy in a dress tried to jump his claim.

What guy in a dress?

Some ass hole Scots man.

Old man Berryhill took him out into the desert...

tied him to an anthill and tore his eyelids open.

"The Comanche way." That's all he said.

I had a Comanche mother. The best woman I ever knew.

Can't you two be quiet?

You want a drink?

No, thanks.

Don't leave me out.

If you saw what I saw...

you'd be drinking laudanum if you had any.

I bet you saw Cash again.

the bastard won't leave me alone when he's dead.

Jesus.

Come on, Claire.

It was me he raped, not you.

The only way Cash could do it. Beat you, rape you.

You always knew, didn't you?

I saw.

Of course Cash told me. It was his favorite story.

He said you'd always your ass in his face.

I did not. I was happy with Jemmy.

Jemmy didn't do anything either.

He just watched while Cash...

Goddamn.

Give me that bottle.

Maxine? You are okay?

I'm fine.

I stuck my toe.

It's really you.

You've been following us?

Up upon the ridge? With your daddy 50 caliber sharps?

Deeper... dig deeper.

See? I was a schoolteacher. I'm good for something.

That's it, all right. I hate to say this, ladies.

That looks just like the poplar wood that fell...

over the Glory Hole outside Jericho.

- Jericho? - None other.

Maybe the Glory Hole is were they buried the loot, do you think?

Well they have had hidden it somewhere when they ran out of the country.

The question is, do we head for the border...

Or do we go back around the mountain down to Jericho?

Why can't we just go down and around?

There's no water. And everybody down is there waiting for us.

If we can find that money, I go to Frisco and open a French restaurant.

I could go to Boston or do whatever I wanted.

Forget that it is not our money.

Well they're sure as hell chasing us like it is our money.

Claire's right. We deserve it.

No, certainly people from Dutchman Flats who earned it.

I don't care.

Indians.

They are getting away.

You don't have to prove you're not a white boy.

When you arrived to Atinawa, you were my son. Now I'm not sure.

I'm proud to be your son, but the money will buy us guns...

And the Malasuertes will be famous again.

Do you think they'll go to Jericho?

They don't know shit and wild honey, but yeah, I do.

We'll get there first.

You don't really care about their money, do you old man?

Hey, you're dirtying the water!

Idiot. Do you wash your feet in the basin your wife?

Goddamn it. You smoked my snuff.

Fuck you, Parks.

Well, boss, it looks like your posse disappeared.

I'm not the sheriff. It's not my posse.

Whatever, boss.

They are a nameless bunch of goatherds who lost their sanity.

They were better drunk.

Where the hell do you think they are going?

There is only two ways up this hill.

Yeah I'm gotto cross way down to the salt flats...

Or bush right back to the dry fork at the Green...

all the way to the Wells Fargo road.

Can you get ahead of them?

Maybe I could cross the Medajo Pass onto the Flats.

- Catch them there. - What's keeping you?

Or Maybe I could catch them at the crossing...

But I would have to kill two horses to get in front of them.

Maybe I could, maybe not.

It depends.

On what?

You know.

And it depends on how hard they are.

All right. Take what you need.

I'll be right behind you.

Easy, boy. Easy... easy.

I'm sorry, boy.

Madam du Bois, I presume?

They said it was you, Bridget. But I hardly believed it.

Meet now, in the dirty flesh.

Still jacking off Mexican kids in two-holders for pennies?

That is how I started in Tascosa and she never lets me forget it.

The last time I saw her, she was ass-over-tea cattle out the door.

And the last time I saw you, ma'am, you had a well and a dozen girls.

Things change.

Can we stay tonight with the rest of us and the horses?

Of course. Navajo girls will take care of them.

Thank you, ma'am.

There's only enough water for the stock, and your face and your hands.

But there's enough for one bath.

Who Wants the bath?

Let Claire have it. She's had a hard toll.

Thank you.

A drink, ladies?

Thank you.

Can we leave some stock and supplies here?

We have to cross the flats to get to Jericho.

We got to ride light and carry as much water as we can.

Of course.

What's all the sweeping about?

Waiting for a breeze.

And here it is.

I'm sorry.

Are you hungry?

I could eat a horse.

Unfortunately, we only have beans.

I want a double order and a large mescal.

So what are you gonna do? Stay here to get married, or what?

I might just.

Now that I'm about to be a lady of means again.

It's not our money.

After all we've been through, why do you want give it back?

We could still buy a way out of this mess.

You mean could buy your way out.

First, you take our shares of the ranch...

And now you want to take our money.

You sound like the Thornton ass holes.

Was it something I said?

Her ghost chased her off.

I tell you something. If we do get that money...

I'm never gonna fork a saddle again.

Here is to you, ladies.

You can have the money. Give me the mining claims.

What makes you think we've got the money?

Why are you running?

Because you're chasing us!

Yeah.

And you can't run far enough or fast enough to get away from me.

You could've a deal with me.

I'll lead the others down the Blind Canyon.

Let them starve to death.

If you don't...

Van Damm and the preacher will be here in the morning...

And you ain't gonna like what's gonna happen.

Let us think about it.

Hey, honey.

Come outside with me. I need to talk to you.

- In your dreams. - Come on outside.

Leave her alone.

Look under the table, dipshit.

If I pull the trigger, it will take you three hard weeks to die.

No need for gunfire.

You think hard because I am not going away...

...until I get an answer.

Thanks.

You're very welcome.

Good night, ladies.

I hope your friend is sober enough to ride tomorrow.

She's starting to be more trouble than she's worth.

It came pretty hard on her.

Maybe I shouldn't have come back.

You shouldn't have left us in the first place, Maxine.

Hey, honey! Where are you going?

Come on over and have a drink.

Suit yourself.

Damn.

Maxine!

Damn!

I can't believe she didn't wake you up.

Well I guess that last mescal was one too many.

Do you believe she can go all the way to Jericho?

If she's riding that animal as hard as she is, she won't make 10 miles.

I hope she doesn't get to the money before we do.

She'll be okay if we find her before she runs out of water.

Aren't we there yet?

Do you wanna go back?

Claire!

She won't be far.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Claire.

Remember the horse you killed. We could have all died.

And you just wanted to get all the money for yourself!

I would have left you your share!

I just wanted to get my part and go!

Where?

I don't know where.

I just wanted to leave here.

I can't do anything right.

I can't go back to teaching.

I can't even stop drinking.

Just leave me here to die.

Come on, Claire. We've come this far together.

We got to go see what's in Jericho.

If we don't, they are just gonna kill us anyway.

I may be a fool, but I brought you a fresh horse.

To go where?

There is no place left for me to go.

Except if maybe I had the money.

And now you say we have to get back?

It is not ours!

I'll go with you.

But I'm not gonna help you find that money if you gonna give it back.

I don't need your help.

You didn't catch up with them.

I know where they're going.

Jericho. There is nowhere else they could be headed.

Good. Let's go.

I want at least one of them alive... so I can see her hang.

Jericho?

Where we bury the men, boss.

What do you think the chances are...

that we bury those bodies on top of them booty?

It is a big hole.

Shit! The posse!

I give you a dollar. You're almost there!

Hurry!

You could have had it all if you'd killed them all like I told you!

Deeper! Dig deeper.

Keep going. I will stop them.

They go to the old mine. It is a dead end.

I am going in there to get a drink.

Yeah, let's have a drink.

I chased these women longer than my wife.

What are they doing those fuckless turds?

Let's go.

Oh, my God.

Good Lord, it's them.

Is this where it's at?

I need a rope and a shovel.

What makes it your business?

Who are you?

It don't matter, does it?

Come on, we shouldn't have trouble finding a shovel in a mining camp.

You cover me.

I'll go with him. Watch my back.

What are you looking at?

I don't know yet.

You sure ain't my husband ghost.

I have been following you all trying to help you out.

Why? Are you a friend of Frank?

Not really.

I am a Thornton. We don't have friends.

What are you saying?

I'm his brother.

The last of the Thornton boys.

Before they left Alabama...

they dumped me on the docks in Mobile...

So they could run.

It was my first job with them.

A train. Payroll.

That was my thanks.

They did this to me.

No.

I'm ain't his friend. Neither of the other two.

But it's my money as much as anyone's.

I thought you said you was here to help us.

But you're just here to help yourself.

I'm watching out for my property, same as you are.

I don't want to kill you.

But I wouldn't mind to blow your toes off.

Put it down.

You might be family, but you're not half the man Frank was.

Someday I just might show you what kind of man I am.

Who the hell are you, son-of-a-bitch?

I am God's fucking vengeance.

Bring that shovel, lady. You're gonna need it.

The hangman has your friend.

I won't kill unless I have to.

Now, you lovely sinner.

Drop your weapons!

Or I'll take her head off from the shoulders.

Put them up, hangman.

You ain't gonna kill anyone else today.

We've got no quarrel, brother.

Let's have the Women dig it up...

And then we split it up.

Jake. You got to save me.

- Jake. - Bitch!

I don't need another damn partner.

Neither do I.

It looks to me you are all by yourself.

I got your little girl in there!

With all those damned!

But I never thought to look for the goods in my own graveyard.

Maxine, get down!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord, my ass.

I thought you wanted me dead.

I changed my mind.

I'm coming out, Jake!

Bad luck, Max. It's just us now.

Whatever is gonna happen, you're not gonna like it.

You ain't got the guts to pull that trigger.

Jesus.

Damn!

I thought you were more Apache than white.

Take him to the bar. He is the gringo's problem.

My mam and daddy traded me for a jug of snakehead whiskey...

when I was a kid. If you had known them...

You' d understand why I chose to be an Apache.

It's here, all right.

Deeper... Go deeper.

Shut up.

There's more here.

The Thorntons raided my camp one night.

They killed an old woman and two children...

And stole the sacred bundle for fun.

Even if we knew where it was, we can't go in there.

Now we are the Malasuertes again.

Thank you.

Well, I guess they're dead once and for all.

Do you think that's what they wanted?

For us to give them a decent burial?

I think they were just using us as an excuse to hang around and cause trouble.

Maybe they loved us so much they just had to come back.

It would be pretty to think so?

I guess we can split this up.

I wouldn't know who to give it back if I wanted to.

Show him this when he wakes up.

It is the deed to the ranch.

He's the last of the Thorntons.

My share is in there too. I didn't want it anyway.

So, what's it gonna be, ladies?

San Francisco or Boston?

San Francisco is closer.

It's the Thorntons and our money.

Thank you Lord Jesus.

What about us, Jake?

Hell, Maxine.

If marrying evil would be a crime, we'd all be in jail.

Take that money over here!

Go, get it! Go on, boy.

Bring that money over here!