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I need a man with

a good gun and a straight spine.

You up for the task?

I wouldn't be sitting here

in my Sunday best if I wasn't.

Well, let's
make it official.

Billy Crow.
Wanted in connection

with a stagecoach robbery.

I can help you with
that, Deputy Reeves.

You Billy Crow?

I know where they hid the money
they took from that stagecoach.

We might investigate this, Bass.

No.

I ain't asking.

You gonna shoot me?

No.

But they will.

Thank you, Deputy.

Make it out of here, how
do I get to do what you do?

About that Billy Crow,

he not a bad soul.

Just confused.

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♪ And when before the throne ♪

♪ I stand in Him complete ♪

♪ I'll lay my trophies down ♪

♪ All down at Jesus' feet ♪

♪ dark, suspenseful music ♪

♪ Jesus paid it all ♪

♪ All to Him I owe ♪

♪ Sin had left a crimson stain ♪

♪ He washed it white as snow ♪

No trouble here, ma'am.

But there you go, looking
just like trouble.

That's a pretty fire-
on-the-mountain you got there.

Pretty as I've seen.

Bet you wanted for killing.

No, ma'am. Nothing so bold.

Just introducing.

Introducing what?

- Whiskey.
- Well, that ain't no sin.

Lord knows I say howdy
three times a day myself.

Don't see many friendly
faces up this way.

Not looking to see any.

Ain't as friendly as
I used to be, either.

No shame in taking care.

And I see you take plenty
good care all on your own.

Those who are gracious to
the poor lend to the Lord.

And the Lord will
fully repay them.

You know God's works

and His Good Book, too?

Can't read a word.

Never learned to, but
know it all by heart.

That your boys there?

Devil's own, more like it.

Good Lord
knows I tried, though.

Still can't harden
my heart to 'em,

even when they break it.

Thought I spied a
creek snaking by.

Yonder down bottom.

- Hog wallow, mostly.
- Hmm.

Didn't see any
razorbacks up this way.

Mm. 'Cause they so wily.

Little like those Indians.

You see any of them
either, Mr. Joe Gamble?

No, ma'am.

There you go, then.

See to that crick and
haul me back a bucket.

I might see to rustling
us up something proper.

That'd be welcome.

Who the hell are you?

I say again, who the hell?

Oh, stop all this
wake snakes now.

I done told you,
this here's Joseph.

Joe Gamble. He
knows the Good Book

and done more chores
today than either of you.

Yeah, well,
he better know to toss

that blue lightning
tucked in his belt.

And that, I won't say again.

Not the first

- to draw on me today.
- You want to bet I'm the last?

- Come on.
- Come on, Joe.

Supper!

And then, see,

it ain't no tiny mule at all,

it's just that little
Mexican feller Hidalgo.

Goddamn it, Darrell.

You cackle like a girl
done up in her Sunday best.

You hurt my head with
your silly caterwauling.

Don't be profane
under this roof.

Might see about...

Might see about giving
that silly head of yours

a right real hurting, huh?

You finally grow a
pecker under them skirts?

Now, now,
we've got us a guest.

It can't be like this.

No. No. No.

Now see what you
done there, Wyles.

Now look what you
gone and done. Aw.

Haul these fool boys of mine
off to bed, will you, Joe?

Their bad ways done
cost me one ear already

and a hundred sleepless nights.

Wonder he still even has a nose.

Get your rest. I got 'em now.

Hey.

- Stop.
- Hey.

Whoa.

What the hell?

Aw, come on.

♪ While I draw this
fleeting breath ♪

♪ When mine eyelids
close in death ♪

♪ When I rise to
worlds unknown ♪

♪ And behold Thee
on Thy throne ♪

♪ Rock of Ages, cleft for me ♪

♪ Let me hide myself in Thee ♪

Thank you, choir.

So honored to introduce
Mr. Edwin Jones,

a brother and visionary

who's traveled far with
hopes for our future.

Thank
you, Pastor Broom.

So good to be called on today.

- Amen.
- Amen.

So good to stand

before all these
fine families here,

reminding me of my
own back in Chicago.

Celeste, my dear wife.

Little Henry and Helen, too.

You know, it's a
hard road I walk

that takes me so
far away from them.

Hallelujah.

But one worth every step.

I'm no pastor, but I
do bring a good word.

- Praise God.
- Amen. All right.

A promise.

But first I ask,

who here owns their land?

Don't be shy now.

Revel in what you have.

The Lord wishes you to
prosper in all things,

as your soul prospers.

Yes, He does.

That is my promise to you.

- Amen.
- A place where we all prosper.

Where we no longer borrow
or beg from white folk.

- No, sir.
- Where only God

owns the sky above us.

Amen.

And we all own the
land below that.

Yes, sir! Yes, sir.

My dear friend here will
show you of what I speak.

And if Pastor Broom
raises no quarrel,

Esme will pass the plate, too,

since even Eden's trees
sprouted from a tiny seed.

Mama, can I run with
Delcia down to the water?

For a spell.

But, young lady, church is
no place for all that skin.

Oh, Lord.

Aren't we something
now?

Esme, please invite
your friend for a visit.

If she can ever escape
all those sweet embraces.

Your mama would tan your
hide if she caught you.

She'd likely whup us both.

And then shoot you.

We don't have long.

Delcia's bad at secrets.

I tried my hand at one of them
poems you're always on about.

You did, now?

- A whole poem?
- Not so hard.

"How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth

and breadth and height
my soul can reach,

when feeling out of sight."

You didn't write
that, Arthur Mayberry.

That's Miss Barrett Browning,
a nice English lady.

Well, I could have written it,

if she hadn't gone
and done it first.

Mm.

That's all love is, anyway.

Something feeling good and
perfect for the first time,

just... all over again.

And again.

And again.

Get these
two locked up tight.

You done ruined my hat, Deputy.

Not much use for it soon enough.

We ride at first light.

Good thing you rustle grub
better than you wager, Tate.

I told you Bass would bring
'em back without a scratch.

Well, with not so many, anyways.

And at least no bullet holes.
Bass takes pride in that.

Least they get
some kind of judgment.

Least they ain't just
gonna up and disappear.

'Cause when you see
old Mr. Sundown...

you never see the
sun come up again.

That's enough.

Hmm.

Old Mr. Sundown.

Now, he was a slave catcher.

He sired some whelps on
these three Kongo sisters

he brought back in chains.

Sickly, the whole lot.

So?

He cooked and ate 'em up.

It's said he roam
the dark even now.

Finding fresh slaves.

Some say he building a
plantation with skin and bone.

A dark, dark church,

full of hell's music.

♪ He ride by night ♪

- That's enough.
- ♪ Drawn fast ♪

♪ To the firelight ♪

♪ He ride by nigh... ♪

Enough.

Billy, read him a verse.

Leviticus 26:6.

"I will give peace in the
land, and you shall lie down

and none will make you afraid.

I will rid the land
of evil beasts,

and the sword will not
go through your land.

You will chase your enemies,
and they shall 'fail'

by the sword before you."

Bass!

You okay?

Mm.

Yes, love. Just a fright.

Nights get so quiet out here.

Quiet without Daddy.

Get him, Bass, come on.

Get him!

Woo-hoo!

Yeah!

Bass.

Bass.

Bass!

Come see what else he done.

Goddamn.

Should've shut him
up sooner, Bass.

You gonna tell me you locked
him up tight like I told you?

Like I always tell you?

And you gonna tell me that your
old Mr. Sundown did this thing?

Oh, no, Deputy.

I done it.

And you know it.

I felt your beating
heart, and you felt mine.

Can I kill this
crazy old fool, Bass?

He's a goddamn blight.

You ain't no law here.

This here's hell.

Until God say otherwise,

I'm the only law there is.

Good to see
you safe, Minco.

Set to grab a few
more for Parker

and then clear out
before the cold set in.

It's already cold.

Long days?

Too long.

Ready to ride for home.

Got anything for me?

Day back,

saw a white man guiding
two Paints and a palomino,

west to Checotah.

Small eyes, bigger mouth.

Silas Cobb.

Fancy hisself a horse trader.

Not even a white man's
law against that.

It is when the...

horses you're fixing
to trade are stolen.

Need more rifles?

I need a week off this
horse and my own bed.

Figure I sweet-talk Cobb
into a pair of cuffs.

Don't talk long.

I saw your name staked
out on the Dead Line.

Big bounty.

Men gunning for you.

For you, too.

Keep your eyes open.

That's easy, akana.

I don't sleep.

Go out back.

Keep an eye on something
that ain't got a dress on.

We done paid our
taxes twice over.

I ain't here for that.

But I do have business.

Honey, we do plenty
kinds of business here.

You're gonna read all
about me in those pages one day.

Heck, might even
pen them myself.

Is that so?

Gonna waste ink on a man

who lurks out here in the dark

while his friend's inside
having all the fun?

Huh.

I said I was looking
for Silas Cobb.

Said I don't know such.

And we're not so
particular on names.

You know everybody.

Give me a door quick, or
I start busting them all.

Last door on the right.

He come alone?

People come here so they
don't have to be alone.

Go on down and give
word to my man outside.

Don't raise a fuss,
and we'll be saddled up

before anybody know the better.

Everybody already knows.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Yeah.

- Like that? You like that?
- Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Oh, wait.

Easy, Cobb.

No need to dance.

Get some clothes on,

and let's leave
these folk in peace.

Holy hell.

Bass Reeves got the jump on
me through the goddamn window.

Least you're known to be a
reasonable Black bastard.

I said easy,

but hard is just fine.

Don't.

Won't say it again.

I'm afraid you got the
upper hand, as it were.

I'm not pigeon-livered.

But how about we make
a deal here anyway?

An easy arrangement?

Say I trade you a real outlaw,

that dark-hearted
bastard Jim Webb.

Heard you might've
crossed a path or two.

That thing's older than you.

What do
you know about it?

Got an eight-inch
barrel, .44-caliber cartridge.

Loaded up, weighs
three pounds heavy,

and you best account
for it if you draw fast.

Aim a bit high, I'd say.

Either way, it
bucks like a bronco

and is only good
for a hundred steps.

Beyond, you better
switch to a rifle.

Or pray.

You learn all that in there?

In there.

Out here, I'm hoping for
some peace and quiet.

Think I'm going to marry you.

Baby, I get married
a dozen times a week.

I'm Billy Crow.

You want to know my
name, it's two bits:

one for the house
and one for me.

Three bits, and you can
call me any name you want.

Hey, don't you want
to know how it ends?

Oh, they all end the same.

Don't get yourself killed,
maybe we'll talk again.

Fix them good. They won't bite.

Deputy Reeves, I
done told you all.

We had a deal, fair and square.

Our deal was, I
wouldn't shoot you

and I'd tell Parker you sang.

Where's my deal, Deputy?

I don't get dirty for free.

I ain't his wife.

Whoa! Put the gun down.

Oh, no.

- Look out!
- Hey, stop.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

You shot me dead like
a dog in the street.

You're not dead. Not yet.

He's gonna need a doc, Bass.

He's gonna need one bad.

Let me go.

No, I'll ride.

Don't leave me.

Yes?

It's late.

Even for you, Deputy.

Who got plugged, law or outlaw?

Both die about the same, and
my man will, too, without help.

Then hold him.

I helped him

write something sweet to
his wife over in Jenks.

Didn't know nothing else to do.

Not that he thanked me.

Most dying men ain't grateful.

- Reckon not.
- His wife's name?

Said it was Grace.

Give me the letter.

Should've aimed high, Billy.

Had it coming,
the way I see it.

Course he did.

Still don't make
it right, do it?

Don't rain on me
like that, Bass.

Silas Cobb was a drunkard,

an adulterer, a thief,

but a man all the same.

The second I called
out his name,

that man was my responsibility.

Our responsibility.

Look at it.

Think of each one
as a man's life.

One we're either
saving or taking.

Law says we get
to make the choice

'cause we got the badge,

but only God know
if we're right.

Good thing, too,
'cause I sure don't.

And if I don't, what the
hell could you know about it?

Want to get us paid or not?

Is it true

he speaks Native as good as any?

That he makes his arrests
out in the Bad Lands,

deep in the Territory?

Places no one else will go.

Men no one else
wants to trifle with.

It doesn't seem to bother him
much, and neither do those men.

How many has he sent to
their Heavenly Reward?

Bass would say one is too many.

Tell Jennie about our
plans for Indian Territory.

The townships.

Paradise?

A poetic turn of phrase.

But sadly, as you once told me,

there is no paradise, no
Zion over the next hill.

If we want it, we
will have to build it.

Choctaw, Seminole and the
rest might have a say.

I do want to believe
it, though. I do.

But pretty pamphlets and flowery
phrases don't plow fields.

And they sure
don't hammer nails.

Most days, I can't keep a fence
from falling at that farm.

You are forthright.

But I'm not making
idle promises.

I am not selling fool's gold.

What I am proposing

will require work and sweat,

blood and treasure.

You killed him dead,
or Bass done it?

Finally got blood on your hands

and a haint hiding
in your heart.

You ain't sleeping
sound no more.

Oh, there he go.

How bad a good man
got to be, Billy Crow?

How bad?

Better to kill a man
and live with that,

than give ole Mr. Sundown
his blood due.

Better that, Billy Crow.

Better that.

Billy the Killer Crow!

You can kiss them peaceful
nights goodbye, boy.

- Billy the Killer Crow!
- Put them hands up.

I see it in your eyes.

Evening, ma'am.

Oh.

I heard you and your
horse both a ways off.

Even the quiet carries
clear and far out here,

just like church bells.

You come with word on Silas?

Yes, ma'am.

I take it he's dead, then?

- Sorry to say.
- And I take it

he died in the
company of a woman?

They did seem... familiar.

So, you the man that done him?

Bad deal all around.

My debt is this letter.

Silas's last words to you.

That's right kind, but...

kind of sad, too,
don't you think?

Silas eager to tell me things
he'd never say when he was here.

Not that he was
here overly much.

Hard on a household.

I know.

Let me get something
nice for your horse.

Thank you.

You best read that letter quick.

They say ole Sundown rides
on nights like these.

This thing out here...

been so, so hard.

God didn't give me the
tongue to tell it well.

But at least He gave me you.

My heart...

hurt when we apart.

Only stars to guide me home.

Guide me to you.

You wonder why your children
don't recognize you anymore?

I have a duty. Swore an oath.

You are to deliver
the prisoner Jackson Cole

to the Red River,

and turn him over
to the Rangers.

You ride out tomorrow.

Black folks been disappearing
up and down the Territory.

Bring to mind all the
aggravated horrors

and may God have mercy on you.

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