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It was in color back then when it all unfolded.

But now we see it in black and white,

but it was never in black and white.

Maybe shaded in gray, but never, ever black and white.

Was Wild Bill Hickok an entirely good person?

Was Billy the Kid an entirely evil person?

When the Earps and the Clantons threw lead

at the OK Corral,

were their are only good people on one side

and bad people on the other

even though one side was called

the law and the other side outlaw?

Jesse James grew up a fighter.

But who was to say he grew up wrong?

When the Civil War broke out,

the James' lived in the little patch

of Missouri where the Jayhawkers

and the Bushwhackers both committed atrocities.

The James boys, Frank and Jesse, became Confederates.

And as they say, the winners write the history

of who did good and who did evil.

After the war came the notorious James-Younger Gang

that found its downfall in Minnesota.

It was then that the James boys retreated

to Tennessee and new names.

It was there that Frank and Jesse

had a chance for a fresh start.

It was a time to learn whether a bad man could ever be good,

or if there was bad in good men.

That's far enough for me.

Where were we at, Tennessee?

How's the law around here?

The law?

Well, this state was 1/2 Union and 1/2 Confederate.

So who really knows?

But I reckon it don't bother me none.

Aren't you ready to get off the Alton Trail?

No.

How many times you need to be shot, brother?

Been shot twice. Ain't nothing stopping me then.

Well, as we've seen it, it only takes once.

Just ask the Younger Brothers.

Me?

Maybe I'll take up some farming.

Get some hogs and chickens.

Hogs and chicken.

Maybe I'll take a wife.

Maybe two.

Huh, sounds like y'all made

a little tired from all that farming.

I ain't never too tired for that.

If I got a good horse,

I can go between a farm wife and a town gal all the time.

Sounds like y'all got a plan.

I ain't sure I got mine yet.

Damn it, Jesse.

I don't wanna do this without you.

Well, I ain't ready for two wives

and a parcel of chickens.

You just had all the guns

in Minnesota pointed against you.

What else do y'all need to see?

One more ride. One more gang.

See ya, Thomas Howard.

Bye, B.J. Woods.

Good luck, little brother.

♪ When I am toiling on the farm, ♪

♪ I always have you under my arm ♪

♪ I keep you under a shady tree ♪

♪ 'Cause little brown jug, do I love thee ♪

♪ 'Tis you who makes me friends and foes ♪

♪ 'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes ♪

♪ Oh, but now that you're so close to my nose, ♪

♪ Bottoms up and down it goes

I think it's about time we liven up

this night just a little bit.

Don't you think so, baby doll?

If there's anything worse than your harmonica playing?

It's your tracking.

Seen you on my back trail since before noon.

We're just traveling the same way

since the gang broke up is all.

And who's going around saying it's the James Gang?

I thought you didn't need that name no more.

Don't you go by Thomas Howard these days?

Don't matter what I call myself.

The James Gang last rode in Minnesota. This is Tennessee.

Well, we done thought you quit Tennessee.

We didn't think you'd mind.

Mind?

You didn't think I'd mind what you did up in Sugar Hollow?

I did not have nothing to do with that.

Which one of you used my name?

We're still a gang.

We may have followed every end of the compass hunting you,

but we're still a gang.

Which one of you used my name?

I rightly don't recall.

Honestly, none of us thought you pay

it no nevermind seeing as you ain't using it no more.

Now, come on.

Why don't you plop down next to me,

have yourself a drink?

You was never fit to run the James Gang.

There's only one Jesse James.

You son of a...

Bloody Bill.

I never thought them homesteaders

would ever stop hollering.

Say, what'd you have to do to shut them boys up?

Anyways, I went and checked out that fire.

It looked like it started in Bud's camp site.

And Bud?

Bud didn't make it.

It looked like he passed out right next to his campfire.

Right next to a big bottle of evil spirit.

Always knew the drink would end up killing him someday.

Drink never killed no man. Neither did no damn fire.

Jesse.

Don't say his name like he's somebody.

He can be killed like any man.

Help!

Help, please!

Help!

Help!

Somebody, help!

Please, sir, cut me down.

Sir?

And why would I do that?

I thought you were a kind Tennessee gentleman, sir.

Well, your tough luck. I was born in Missouri.

I have money back on my farm.

They took what I had on me.

Who was the they?

Outlaws.

They slept you tied up here?

I think they're coming back.

You ain't had a scrap yet today.

What did they look like?

They were ugly, mean, and horrible.

Those might be the fellows I've been looking for.

Might just set to skull and see.

Please just cut me free.

Now, see, this is kinda like fishing and you're the bait.

Why was you out here all alone without a man anyway?

I don't have a man.

My husband was killed in the battle of Bull's Gap.

Which side?

He was a rebel, sir.

Not like a scoundrel like you would know anything about it.

I was a bush-whacker out in Missouri,

butting Jayhawks with probably Bill Anderson.

Well, I wouldn't know anything about that.

My husband was an actual Confederate soldier.

God rest his soul.

Well, thank you for that, sir.

Nobody calls me sir except bank tellers

with a gun pointed in their face.

Then what is your name?

Thomas Howard.

Good to meet you, Thomas. Josephine Marcus.

Josephine.

Those evil men, they know exactly where they left me.

I mean, they're the ones who did tie me up after all.

There's good outlaws. That's true.

Almost doesn't make a difference

if I'm here waiting as long as you're here.

You could let me go.

It's not gonna make a difference to the outcome.

You're not gonna help a widow of the Confederacy?

Here we go.

I wouldn't be in this mess

if it wasn't for those damn Yankees.

Well, me either as the crow flies.

Brigadier General Thomas Benton Smith

is the one who brought me the news.

He was injured in the battle for Nashville

so I pray for him daily.

Brigadier General Thomas Benton Smith.

God damn it, I think that gold watch

you gave back was the best thing on that stage coach.

Didn't you hear that man say

he was with General Smith at Cucamonga?

Hell, if everyone just said it was

a rebel that actually fought,

we would have won the damn war.

Well, I looked into his eyes

and that's good enough for me.

What's that supposed to mean?

You done seen if a man's been to war

when you look into his eyes.

Can't you see it in mine?

You looking at a man's hands before you rob him?

I ain't robbing a working man.

If a man has rough hands, he can keep his money.

Well, I got rough hands and I could use some.

I stood with the Confederacy,

and that don't go away too easy.

I know.

You know I have to stand for something, don't you?

Well, like you said, you're a widow of the Confederacy.

Howdy, Jesse?

My name is Thomas Howard.

And I'm actually Mary Todd Lincoln.

Care to join old Abe?

You gonna kill me, Jesse,

like you killed those women up in Sugar Hollow?

Drop the knife, Jesse.

Now the irons.

Now the other knife in your boot.

Now that little gun you keep behind your shirt.

Yeah, you better be glad

your gang never saw that little thing.

The hole looks big enough when you look straight at it.

What else you got, Jesse?

Look, my name is Thomas Howard

and what I got here is pure frontier defense.

Does Tennessee really look like the frontier to you?

I didn't figure you was a greenhorn, but maybe you is.

Go ahead and open that vest.

All right.

Now drop your pants.

I told you I am a widow, not a spinster.

Drop your pants.

Well, I suppose it looks big enough,

you know, if you look right at it.

I think I like the other Josephine better.

Well, as your luck would have it, my name is Belle Hart.

What, you think that's the first time

a woman's ever lied to you?

You're just not like Belle I've ever met.

Well, that, sir, is your misfortune.

Hey!

Can't have you running into the brush now, can I, Jesse?

What do you think you're doing?

I am gonna take you into town

then I'm gonna collect the bounty on your head

for all those murders up in Sugar Hollow.

Look, I wanna know what happened in Sugar Hollow myself.

Being blind drunk does not excuse you from what you did.

Blind drunk. Look, my name is Thomas Howard.

I think there's been a huge misunderstanding.

Can't cover no four points of the compass no more.

No need.

Bud at there fire done cut off one direction already.

And if old Jesse would've backtracked South,

he would have ended up at the homestead last night.

So we got three directions today.

I think Jesse went North to Missouri.

I'll tell you what, Mitt, I need you to go West

in case he took the long way around.

And John, you go East.

That there is towards Nashville.

He already done led outta there.

Yeah. Suits me.

What, your gun ain't fast enough for ol' Jesse?

I reckon it's fast enough for anyone.

Then it's fast enough that you can go

by yourself instead of having ol' Toothless John

there following you along.

Listen, we can't go back to that there homestead,

but there's a creek runs off that sulfur springs.

Yous meet me there by nightfall.

We gonna hunt all day again?

Tell you what, Joe, you shoot him, you go to that creek,

you rest a spell.

It's all the same to both of y'all,

I'd like to put a bolt in him myself.

If you only want to shoot him once,

then you must not wanna kill him.

Believe me, I do.

Look, we all want him dead.

We just have to finish this today.

Today.

You're dressed like a cow puncher.

I should have shot you.

Reckon you should have.

You know, seeing you tied of that tree back there,

you know, it played on my gentle nature.

Oh, your gentle nature?

So what exactly are you?

I'm a woman what's got an itchy trigger finger.

No, I mean, what exactly are you?

I'm a bounty hunter, Jesse.

You don't come me by surprise.

I don't know no women bounty hunters.

Yeah, works pretty well, don't it?

I gotta stop for a minute.

Stop?

Well, yeah, you thought I could walk all

the way to Nashville without one stop.

I thought you said you wasn't a spinster.

Anyway, I don't intend to walk all the way to Nashville.

I got a horse and another one

I've been leading with it somewhere around here.

That's nice of you.

You need to take a break, I'll stand guard if you like.

No, thank you.

Well, suit yourself.

Now, where are them horses?

They're right around here.

Right around here or right here?

'Cause right around here is one thing

and right here is quite another thing.

Horse thieves.

Come on.

Is that them?

Yeah. I can't tell.

I don't know a lot of horse thieves though.

Jesse, you come out from there.

That there sounds like old Toothless John.

Jesse, I done seen you back there.

Nah, that one there's got teeth.

Well, that's him then.

He doesn't has a false set

he puts in when he is out hooting.

He's thrown off a lot of law dogs.

Jesse, come out from there.

John, I'm tied to a woman right now.

I don't care if you done got married.

You best come out from there.

God damn it, John.

I mean, I'm literally handcuffed to a woman.

Back in Deadwood,

you had to pay extra for something like that.

His mind just goes where it goes.

Jesse, I think his best we parlay.

That's all I can do. I ain't got a gun.

What about you, little missy?

What about me is I ain't called missy.

But yeah, parlay.

Well, if ain't that a sight.

Who used my name, John?

I don't know nothing about that, Jesse.

You start hunting us so we start hunting you.

That's practically the law in Tennessee.

It's what you've done to my name.

Hey, it weren't like that, Jesse.

You just trying to backshoot me but it weren't like that.

You is honorable.

Look, I is honorable, at least for the outlaw trail.

I reckon that trail ends here.

It ends in hell.

Reckon you didn't know it was a left-handed gun. Did you?

Reckon I didn't.

Well, I'll be thanking you for that key back.

Think it done fell out when we were running.

It can't have got far. Come on.

All the hell with this.

Now that there's a pretty difficult shot.

Bullet could bounce off. Kill one of us.

And I'm a lot smaller than you

so how do you wanna lay them cards?

I'm a pretty good shot.

Really?

'Cause all I have seen you shoot

is a man standing out in a wide open field.

You know, I could just shoot off your little pinky there

or maybe two of your fingers.

A little hand will just slip

right through in there and that's that.

I don't think you'll do it.

Yeah, why not?

You done had your chance to pull me

in front of yourself with Toothless John.

You didn't do it.

I don't need a woman to hide behind.

I think you won't shoot a woman.

Now, where you think Toothless John picketed them horses?

Well, horses are probably long gone.

If I know John, he run them off

and then snuck back to swing bolts.

He's the wrong gun hand for that job.

Well, Nashville it is then.

We're gonna find a blacksmith

or a trading post or something.

Find some tools.

Well, I don't know these parts too well.

Well I just hope we find something soon.

I've been known to have a rather changeable mind.

Is there a creek near here?

There's always a creek nearby.

Well, we'll just follow the creek then.

People always build along a creek.

You know, the snakes ain't too bad in these parts.

You don't have to be so jumpy.

I ain't afraid of no snakes.

You know, it's these damn Tennessee folk.

You know, I've never known a people more likely

to sneak up on a man for back shooting.

You know that's two done tried to get me.

Or is that just the men?

The women I've met seem like they'll come straight at you.

Well, the delicate ones know not

to make your acquaintance.

Well, my brother intends to marry one or two of 'em.

So I'd have warn him off then.

Well, for the sake of the ladies of Tennessee, maybe so.

Come on. Let's get down here.

Right. That's all right.

Why'd you leave the damn horses?

You been shot.

They might think you done fell off dead.

We could have run double on yours.

You ain't never rode behind no one.

And you ain't taking the reigns in the position

you are in all stove up like that.

Listen, little brother, we gotta throw him off our trail

and we ain't going to do that on no horse.

So we're gonna have to forward this stream.

Walk the creek a little while.

I can't get my legs under me.

You're gonna have to, Jesse.

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse.

I said I'd reckon I'd follow the South for a spell.

North.

My but that is a very tiresome sight.

What's North? My business runs North.

Well, so does Missouri, but that's a pretty long walk.

Well, I don't reckon I'll walk.

I'm gonna find some tools to use and horses to steal.

All right. Well, that sounds like a very full day.

So when you're ready for a break, just let me know.

The horses come here to drink.

Well, those horses have pretty tiny feet.

I track Jayhawkers during the war.

And I happen to know some poor old woman

has to come down here with a bucket every day.

Come on.

Don't look like there's been anywhere here for a while.

They done moved on.

Or were wiped out.

I'll face the other Chickasaws around here.

There aint.

It's the whites like you we gotta look out for.

See, everyone's moved on.

Chickasaws probably took all the good stuff.

There ain't no Chickasaw around here.

Why would you wanna scrap with them so bad?

Don't you got enough people that wanna shoot you already?

That looks pretty dull.

How long you plan on hitting that metal?

That is not gonna work. How was you raised?

Have you even ever been in a barn before?

I know barns.

No. I mean, when you're not hiding from the posse.

I grew up on 100 acres.

Yeah, well, you at least gonna give me my gun back?

Why hell would I do that?

You're not gonna get loose and you're not gonna shoot me.

And one of us might need to fight our way out of a jam.

I done shot Toothless John square on

and you miss him clean in two shots.

No, I was just trying to scare him off.

That there is difficult shooting.

Ladies first.

I reckon it looks all right.

This ain't gonna be too far back for you.

Is it?

Well, this is far back as you wanna go.

I don't know.

That last one looks a bit stuck to the board.

Well, that first one was a test shot.

I'm just trying to get a feel for this here iron, okay?

Oh, so you didn't get a feel for the iron

when you done shot Toothless John?

It's different shooting at something that shoots back.

Funny.

I reckon it would be easier.

Unless you've done it both ways,

you wouldn't know, would you?

What makes you think I ain't?

You think you're my first bounty.

I don't know what you are or who you have been.

Are you even a widow of the Confederacy?

I am a widow.

And my husband was a member of the Confederate Army.

That there is two answers in one question.

He died more recent.

See, we ain't said nothing true.

Well, there was both things true.

So what?

He died and left you to do this man's work.

Is that about right?

It is why I'm doing it. Yes.

If this is what he left you,

you weren't much of a man.

I would thank you not to speak of my husband.

My apologies.

Well, thank you for that hog leg back.

It's mine.

Besides, I got all the bullets anyway.

You mean these?

I keep a few where it counts.

Should only need one.

But with your block head, I might need two.

You wouldn't get but one.

Well, you're welcome to throw as many bullets as you like.

Come on.

Now there ain't a horse to steal

or a farmer to rob or a blacksmith to hold at gun point.

Tennessee has been a real bust for me.

It done killed my husband

so hasn't been a Sunday in church for me either.

Well, if we don't want to walk all night to Nashville,

I suggest we build a fire.

We'll keep it small.

You think somebody's on our back trail?

That's what I would do.

And these ain't the shoot

from the bushes kind of hombres,

which is good 'cause I always figured that

if I got killed was 'cause I got shot in the back.

I like to have a fighting chance.

And these are the types that just walk right

up and shoot you in the face.

It's gonna take off John when we find him, his teeth.

We don't know that he dead.

He's dead.

He'd have caught up to us by now.

Would have met us down at that creek.

Yeah.

His teeth I reckon.

And Jesse?

Everything!

You'll get your chance.

There's boot prints here.

Small.

A woman's.

But that there,

now that looks like the cracked heel of Jesse's boot.

Within a day.

Within a day.

I don't know if my night eyes were better,

I could shootin' at a couple more rabbits.

Well, I hear the eating ain't bad

up at the Tennessee State Penitentiary.

I hear they work those prisoners in a coal mine.

Well, it's better than a rope in a tree.

Who said anything about a rope in a tree?

All the men up at Sugar Hollow.

I think you know I didn't do that.

Well, I figured you done enough bad

on the pride one way or the other.

I shot a man named John Sheets.

I mistook for another man.

I regret that but I don't regret nothing else I've done.

I ain't got no reason to.

They call you a Robin Hood in all the papers

but I don't see you throwing no money

to the poor folks of Tennessee.

I never should have started a gang up here.

You know, I figured two

of 'em were weak, you know, followers.

But the other two,

I guess I didn't know 'em like I thought I did.

You didn't know 'em?

They were outlaws, weren't they?

They were men, weren't they?

I reckon.

So maybe I know something about 'em.

Okay.

We were homesteaders after the war up near Fork Mountain.

The men came from the mining camp.

And what they were looking for, I don't know what they took.

My husband fought 'till they killed him.

I fought.

I fought 'till I couldn't fight no more.

One day I took my husband's gun and went up to the mountain.

I was never gonna forget them faces

so it didn't take me long to find them.

I shot 'em in the saloon then I took their bodies out

and put them in a wagon, took 'em to the nearest sheriff,

which was all the way out in Braden.

Why didn't you just leave the bodies where they lay?

I did it so everyone would know it was over.

So I would know it was over.

I didn't do it for the money,

but those men had a bounty on their head.

So the sheriff done paid me.

He told me about another Alhoot hold up.

So I went and shot him, but I didn't know what he'd done.

Ever since then,

I only kill men that I know have done bad things.

You know, as it happens, you know,

we're on the same side and we're fighting the same men.

We ain't never gonna be on the same side.

I reckon it's a good thing you held onto that.

You okay?

It's just the war.

I know that.

My husband used to speak of it.

Well, I don't.

It don't hurt.

Do you remember what I said earlier?

'Cause I haven't forgotten.

I can't.

I was just thinking about Frank was,

he was kind of wishing that

he was with us on this ride of ours.

He always knew what to do.

Well, for my part, I'm glad he's not.

You know, I'm starting to figure out that, you know,

I was in charge of the robbing and the shooting

and he was just in charge

of making sure I didn't get killed.

Frank will always be my brother,

but Bloody Bill will always be like a father to me.

He was killed by Union soldiers near the end of the war.

And one of the soldiers cut

off his finger to get out a ring.

He didn't have to do that.

I mean, it was, we had already lost.

I mean, it was so pointless. It was so stupid.

It was.

He was under a Union lieutenant colonel named Samuel Cox.

So after the war, I tracked him down.

During a bank robbery, I shot a man named John Sheets

who I mistook for Cox.

I thought it was him under a different name,

but I was wrong.

This is the one thing I regret.

And if I'm gonna die soon, if I'm gonna hang, it's,

I'll go with that in my mind because it is,

I'm not responsible for what happened here

in Tennessee, but I did do the other.

So how do we find those men?

Well, I reckon they'll find us.

What did you take his teeth for?

You already got most of yours.

Come on, man. I'm not always gonna be this pretty.

You should have buried them with John.

It's not like we actually buried him.

We just threw some rocks on him is all.

Truth was John was my part.

Yeah.

I reckon he was.

So you need to show respect for my part.

Ain't I your part?

Sometimes your best part is a dead part.

You wanna be my best part?

Man, we can shoot each other up right now if you want.

Or we could hunt Jesse James.

Sure, he might get the jump on us and shoot us.

But we could track him real carefully now

and get the jump on him and just save our skins.

Well, what's it gon' be?

So what's it gon' be?

Could you at least bury them teeth?

Y'all need to stop and come around here.

It don't work that way.

I think I see breakfast.

I wish y'all shot it in dark meat.

I shot it in the head.

You cannot get a better shot than that.

Wasn't much of a shot. Wasn't much bigger than you.

Wanna cut cards for it?

Do what?

- Cut cards. - Who has cards?

You know, deal a little Pharaoh

when the main hunt is slow.

You ever play Pharaoh?

I've done shot a couple of Pharaoh dealers

who cheated me one time if that counts.

So you don't know how to play Pharaoh?

Of course I done played Pharaoh.

It's something to do when the sporting girls are busy.

If that's the only time you play Pharaoh,

you don't know Pharaoh.

You got any money?

Well, do you?

I'm talking about taking money off you the honest way.

I thought you said all Pharaoh dealers was crooked.

I'm about to chew my arm right

out of these handcuffs like a wolf out a trap.

I swear to God.

I'll play ya. Play for matches.

All right.

I'll play fair and square even without my dealing box.

We'll play soda to hawk.

Soda to hawk.

Bring the soda.

Banker's card.

English card.

Damn it.

English card D. Card Anglais.

See, that there.

That looks like cheating, all right?

You bet the high card.

English card low.

Damn it.

Double it. Goes to the house.

Call the bet.

I'm busted.

Well, I guess I'll make the fires from here on out.

Let's play cards for the gun.

The gun.

Yeah, low card, you take the gun and shoot me.

High card, I take the gun and shoot myself.

All right.

Well, you done lost at a shooting contest and at cards.

I reckon, we keep wandering around here long enough,

we'll find something you're good at.

So is we or ain't we gonna try two points

of the compass again?

How'd that work out for the rest of the gang?

We're doing a bush-whacker style then.

Is there anything left?

I can take him.

A couple of Alhoots in the ground

that might think differently.

All right.

You got any ideas on this trail?

Yeah.

I think I got an idea.

So who is the most famous outlaw

who you've stood up against?

Trying to see where you stack up?

Trying to see where you stack up.

Well, you ain't gonna like this,

but I done chased the Farrington brothers.

Which served under Quantrill?

Yep.

What happened with them boys?

Well, Hillary, I turned over to the Pinkertons.

He got loose, but fell into a paddle wheel after that.

There weren't enough left of him to pour into a bucket.

And the brother?

Levi.

I took him back to Tennessee.

Some vigilantes got ahold of him though.

And yeah, he didn't even make it to trial.

They just shot him a couple of times

and then hung him for good measure.

That's a rough way to go out.

That's Tennessee justice.

So what about you?

What about me?

Well, who's the most famous gun you ever went up against?

Famous? I don't know.

I've fought some awfully good Yankees

and a few half-decent Pinkertons.

So nobody by name?

Well, like, what do you mean by name?

Well there's any number of Earps

or Mastersons you could have gone up against.

You know how far away them law men are?

Well, some of them ain't so famous.

Well, them Earps sure are famous.

You fight one, you gotta fight 'em all.

And I didn't even stop

to ask about Doc Holiday or Wild Bill.

Well, to their great fortune,

I never traveled to meet 'em.

So who did you shoot to get so famous?

Well, it ain't about who you done fought.

What is it about then?

It's a way of doing things.

Funny.

Thought being a famous gun fighter meant

you fought famous people with guns.

Any man, woman, dog, or bear here in Tennessee,

it's all gonna be the same.

Don't start a fuss, there ain't gonna be a fuss.

Come on.

Funny place to leave a bucket.

Unless somebody else seen a bear around here.

No, no, that's been here a real long time.

Look, there's moss grown up on one side of it.

I reckon not.

You know, you really do read signs like a greenhorn.

Well, even if I did, somebody lives around here.

Nothing around here.

Mines played out. Farming's too hard.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Trying to think like my big brother.

I mean, he would say we can't lead 'em here.

Well, we're not leading nobody nowhere.

Well, they're following us so we're leading.

I was told they were following every points of the compass

and we closed off a couple of them points.

Well, that's definitely one way to think about it.

They probably think you're let out for Missouri,

but you're going to Nashville.

I might just yet make Missouri.

Well, I figure you're gonna end up in Nashville.

May just get decided for us.

Howdy, part.

Looks like you got yourself into a bit of trouble.

That's some trouble I wouldn't mind getting into myself.

So it was you, Red?

Told you to shoot that little girl last time.

I told you to slit her throat if you wanted to.

I don't finish other people's jobs.

What would be the fun of it

if she didn't live to tell the tail?

So it was you.

Sure was.

Why?

Why'd you have to break up the gang, Jesse?

It was my gang.

That's your problem.

You think you're something you ain't.

Like you some sort of like a wild, famous outlaw hero.

Yeah.

People gonna know sooner or later that ain't the thing.

I've known you since Quantrill's Raiders, Red.

That there. That's another problem.

How is that a problem?

God damn it, Red.

Just shoot that girl and talk later.

Now why is that?

Damn it.

You'll have me shoot a woman before the end of this.

Now she's a tad runty

but I think we'll make her last a day or two.

She's the one with the shooting iron, Red.

Don't fool with her.

Don't speak for me.

I'm the one you gotta worry about.

Worry about you?

You look bare handed, old part.

Nah, he's right.

He's the fellow we gotta watch out for, bare handed or not.

So are we gonna chatter

like old maids or is something gonna happen?

She's right, Mitt. So are you gonna shoot her?

Well, I don't wanna shoot or stab no woman,

but gonna slap one from here to Kentucky and back.

What the hell, Mitt? Anybody can do that.

You shoot her then.

Hey. Hey, nobody gunning no woman.

Shut up, Jesse.

Don't talk like I'm not here.

Go on then.

Go on then, what?

Well, you said you wanted

to slap me from here to Kentucky and back.

You stay out of this, Jesse.

I can't go too far from the fracas.

I asked you to stay out of this.

I ain't gonna stop you from getting beaten

up if that's what you're asking.

You'll both be sorry.

So you like to watch? Is that it then?

Something don't seem right here.

Stop the lay of this land.

You best try to slap me.

Nah.

Reckon we ought to kill Jesse first.

So I was right.

Will you stop confusing things, Red?

Don't keep talking like I'm not here.

Slap me or draw.

Well, I never-

- Slap me or draw.

You're asking for it.

Why you!

Stand up and face me.

Belle!

Face me, God damn it!

Come on, come on, come on. Come on.

Come on.

Show yourself.

You show yourself.

Jesse!

You was right about the talking.

Now it's time for the killing.

I'm coming for you.

Kill you, boy!

Jesse!

Don't stop. Let's keep running.

You won't neither be spared.

I'm coming for you, Jesse.

I'm so sorry, Belle.

Sorry?

I threw off your shot.

I should have let you take it.

I weren't trying to kill him.

Why the hell not?

I was saving him for you.

I can't stand and fight him.

I can't leave you here.

I can't leave you here, but I can't stay here neither.

This whole time?

You wanna be mad or happy about now?

Damn, you got more strength than 10 men.

That ain't a compliment.

Jesse!

Thanks.

Just promise you're gonna shoot better

than you did at them cans.

I actually do better when they're shooting back.

Jesse.

Come on out here and fight me square.

My idea of square ain't hiding

your yellow back against some tree.

This all right by you?

See, now this here looks like square.

I need to ask you one question.

I won't say words over you, but I will bury you.

That is if throwing rocks on you is considered a burial.

Well, it's more than what I'll do for you,

but that ain't my question.

Go ahead.

What was you saying about Quantrill?

That mind of yours, it's slow, but it do work.

Well, my pappy always says slow and steady wins the race.

How long he been dead anyhow?

I asked you about Quantrill.

You never should have left Quantrill

and moved on with bloody Bill back to Missouri.

Well, Quantrill died in Kentucky.

So maybe that worked out for all of us.

And so did Bloody Bill.

And them Yankee boys dragged his body through the streets.

What's that got to do with anything?

William Quantrill, he was a man, a man you could follow.

But that saddle Bloody Bill tried to fix me up on.

Never did fit just right.

You could have gone with George Todd and his men.

Of course, Todd is also dead as it happens.

I wanted my own men.

Well, maybe you could have got 'em once Bloody Bill died.

Of course they started following little Arch Clement

who also is dead last I know.

Or maybe they'd be alive if they followed me.

I reckon Bud, Mitten,

and old, Toothless John Taint may say different.

Bloody Bill's men, they should have been my men,

and that would have made all this worth it.

I don't caught on what you're getting at, Red.

Jesse, it was me that told Sam Cox and them Union boys

where to find Bill Anderson that day in Missouri.

You did what?

It didn't turn out the way I wanted, Jesse.

You don't have to shot a gun.

You didn't check to see

which direction the gun was pointed.

I reckon not, but as the crow flies, them men are dead.

And you and me, we above ground.

For now.

For now.

Bloody Bill was like a father to me.

I know that.

You know, at first I was doing this for myself

and then I was doing it for that little girl back there.

But I suppose in the end, it all comes back to Bloody Bill.

You and I, we both died with those men.

I reckon we should have stayed dead.

Jesse?

It's all right. I'm here.

Got you a little souvenir.

The gang?

It's dead.

Reckon it has been dead for a long time now.

And what happened at Sugar Hollow along with it.

You know, for some people maybe.

And for others, not so much. I know how that feels.

I reckon I do too.

It's all right.

Those two men.

What two men?

Those two back there, you rode half the bounty.

It ain't my line of work exactly.

All right.

Here. Here, come on.

All right.

You okay?

That's enough for now.

Looks like the bullet passed cleaned through.

If it don't hurt like pure hell though.

Well, I haven't done shot twice.

I reckon you can survive it.

Well, matter of fact,

I reckon you can survive just about anything.

Jesse.

I don't like the way you're looking, Jesse.

What you got on your mind, Jesse?

Jesse.

Jesse.

You know, all this time

I've been treating you like a woman,

but you done fought like a man

so now I'm gonna treat you like a man.

Damn it, Jesse.

And a man, I leave tied up to a tree

and walk away before we have a gun fight.

Jesse!

Jesse, don't make me chase you!

You got a face like a horse toe.

Jesse!

Jesse!

Howdy, Jesse?

I can never sneak you up on you, Frank.

Them hawk eyes.

Actually, I done smelled you.

Y'all been living rough?

Maybe a little.

You ain't wearing a gun no more?

If I need to scare a fox out of the hen house.

Now that is a soulful thing to hear Frank James today.

It's a good life, little brother.

Well, I'm glad you can make it out to the end of it.

My days ain't so full, and I like it that way.

How about you?

Is the James Gang dead for good?

I don't know.

I might make my way up to Missouri one more time.

I'm getting itchy feet.

More like the the itchy finger.

Well, you know me too well, I reckon.

I do.

You know, think Liddil's out on the Alhoot trail again.

You know those two brothers, Charlie and Bob Ford.

Ain't never heard of them.

I reckon they ain't the Younger brothers though.

They probably ain't.

But even so I'd like to see what kind of outlaws they is.

The James Gang rides one more time.

Just a James rides one more time.