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General Stafford,

I'm writing in a moment
of critical urgency,

both tactical and moral.

Ten days ago, September 7th,
in the southern Utah Territory,

200 settlers from Arkansas were ambushed
and murdered on the Old Spanish Trail.

After investigating and interviewing
survivors, there's no doubt

that this attack
was organized and carried out

- by members of the Mormon Church…
- "…the Mormon Church,

…with the knowledge and approval

of Governor Brigham Young."

"Therefore,

I request 500 additional troops
be sent to Fort Bridger immediately

to assist in eliminating the Mormon forces
before they grow in strength and numbers."

"Sincerely, Captain Edmund Dellinger."

Brother Wolsey's careless mistakes

have put our entire cause in jeopardy,

our people's very survival at risk.

For 40 years, our brothers and sisters
have been driven from their homes…

And He will forgive you…

-…beaten…
-…and He'll cleanse--

…burned, raped, and murdered
by those who fear what we believe!

Yeah, that's right.

And make no mistake,

they'll continue their assault
until no hint of our people remain!

But we cannot allow that to happen.

We will not allow that to happen.

We are the chosen!

Not them!

And our days of persecution are no more!

And He will change our…

-Captain.
-Lieutenant.

-Any problems?
-No, sir.

Ran into a company
of Johnson's men at Fort Bridger.

They're on their way to Gilbert.

They'll deliver the letter
to Johnson themselves upon arrival.

You stressed the importance of time?

They assured me
there would be no stops along the way.

Well, we'll allow a few more days
for additional troops to arrive.

Any more than that,
we have to move out on our own.

We don't have the numbers for that.

Which is why we're waiting at all.

Where's the Pratt woman?

She's gone.

Gone where?

West.

I imagine back to the people
she rode in with.

The Mormons
who attacked my people.

I saw them.

They saw me.

The soldiers told me
my husband was still alive.

That he was looking for me.

And still you returned here.

I'm not ready to be found.

- Did you see anyone?
- No.

But they're coming.

A matter of time.

He still has a fever.

We need to move.

We're not moving when he's like this.

I got some more of the medicine.

It's worse.

We have to make a decision.

A decision about what?

No, we're not doing that.

-If the infection spreads--
-We're not taking his leg.

-If the infection spreads--
-No!

They've come a long way to get here.

Friendly riders approaching!

And here he comes.

All smiles and Jesus.

Hoping I won't notice the concurrent twist
he's trying to give my balls.

Likely has a discussion in mind
over that pig business.

I imagine so.

Seeing as God's
most probably whispering in his ear

that all pigs in the territory
have been bestowed as Mormon pork.

What's your feelings on Father, Son,
Holy Ghost and such, Sammy?

Well, never gave much
thought to be honest.

Not since I was a kid, anyway.

Left behind with leprechauns
and pots of gold.

Welcome back, Governor.

Mr. Bridger.

I wonder if you might have a moment for us
to continue that previous conversation.

I don't see why not.

Just let me first get my hands
on a tin bowl to slip down my pants.

Protect my privates.

So, I hear there was
a bit of a misunderstanding

with some of my men regarding your swine.

I believe your men
understood me fairly well.

Especially Brother Wild Bill.

How's his foot doing?

That is exactly the type of thing
I'm trying to avoid.

I would prefer things not to become
contentious between us.

So, to hopefully come to a common ground,

here is my offer of purchase
for your establishment.

And I believe
you will find it more than fair.

A lot of blisters
I got from this fort here.

It started out as nothing
but a blacksmith and corral.

Now a regular stop for most every
immigrant on their way to paradise.

So, I don't know that
I'd necessarily agree

that your offer
is more than fair, Governor.

So then what exactly
is your price, Mr. Bridger?

I'd have to see
where leaving this place puts me.

Would I need to start up all over again?

You understand that my purchase
includes your not establishing a fort

anywhere in this area.

Well, even more of a burden I'd be under.

I will be on my way
in the morning, Mr. Bridger.

My hope is that you will provide me
with an answer before I depart.

It sounds as though your mention of hope

should have an "or else"
tacked on to the end.

I do look forward
to hearing from you… by morning.

The only thing more concerning
than Brigham Young's cunning intellect

is his sense of righteousness
towards his so-called Promised Land.

His desire to control Fort Bridger

is reflective of his desire
to control the entire Utah Territory.

As goes Fort Bridger, goes Utah.

As goes Utah,
goes the entire Mormon religion.

If he is allowed to win, this lawless land
will descend into even greater darkness.

I fear this darkness,
as no man, woman or child

shall be safe from its wrath.

I didn't mean to fall asleep.

It's worse.

There has to be something else we can do.

There has to be something else we can do.

What?

What? Wait…

Stop! I said no! Stop!

Two Moons, stop!

-What's happening, Mama?
-Stop!

What's happening?

- Stop--
- I'm not taking his leg!

Do it.

It's just pain.

It's just pain.

Yesterday, I watched a grizzly
swim across the Kane River at sunrise.

I witnessed the sun igniting
the golden fur behind his ears…

…a golden halo
surrounding his mighty head.

I felt humbled and awestruck

at the power and grace
of this majestic creature,

consumed by the feeling

that there are forces
greater than we can ever know

controlling this Earth.

Got both of you beat.

-You got it.
-My pot.

Yeah, seems like it's been
your pot all night, O'Malley. I'm out.

-I am still in.
-You boys got any loose paper?

Could just take your cards, Lieutenant.

They're mostly shit anyways.

There are answers
to questions that,

for now, remain just beyond our sight.

I am hopeful that
there are peaceful

and beautiful possibilities for us all.

I am hopeful that the beauty
which I see in these lands

has a power greater than the darkness.

I tried to tell you, Captain. I truly did.

I am hopeful that,
in our darkest and most trying of days,

this love will serve as a safe haven

to guide us all out of the inferno of fear

driving men to these black
and brutal, lonely corners of hell.

I am hopeful that
the great spirit of love will save us all.

He looks better.

Yeah.

I suppose that means we're leaving soon.

Yeah.

To Crooks Springs?

Mmm-hmm.

The closer we get, the less faith
I have in Crooks Springs.

Would you take us to California?

I heard the ocean is beautiful there.

-Would you take us to the ocean?
-I don't have business in California.

Especially with a woman
and a crippled boy.

-That's not what I meant.
-Crooks Springs it is, then.

Now, his father,
he's a decent enough man. He's…

Well…

I've known worse.

I just need him to see Devin and smile.

After what that boy's been through,

I doubt a stern look
from his father will be all that bad.

-Maybe you could--
-I gotta check on the horses.

Do you have something against California?

No.

You can't swim?

I can swim.

Virgil, I can't see nothing!

Well… Nowhere for them to go but up.

As you made clear
in our first conversation,

there's no future in military service.

Not a healthy one anyway.

She's not here.

- The Pratt woman. She's not here.
- What do you mean?

Look, we tore this place apart.
She is not here.

She left. The captain said she went west.

She got pretty comfortable
with the Shoshone.

So, a loose end still remains.

I seen their village.

-Ain't nothing but women and children.
-Red Feather.

That's who she rode in with.

That's most definitely
not a woman or child.

We got more than enough
guns to deal with him.

Now let me finish this.

Once and for all.

That's for Brother Young to decide.

Not for you, not for me.

Good luck
with your future endeavors, Sergeant.

Tonight is about who we are as a people.

What we stand for.

You know, we're all
gonna burn in hell for--

The Lord will help those
that help themselves to do right.

Mr. Bridger.

Governor.

Perhaps I forgot to tell you
that I was on my way back to Salt Lake.

No, you were clear on that.

And that I owed you a number
that I considered to be a fair price.

As it turns out,
I don't believe I've got one.

So I'm afraid I'm gonna keep my name
on this fort a little while longer.

And I truly hoped we could
come to an agreeable arrangement.

There's that mention of hope again.

Very well.

I have a warrant
from Judge Leonidas Shaver

for your arrest.

Read, Brother.

"For the unlawful aiding
and abetting of Indians

and supplying them with alcohol,
arms, and ammunition

for the purpose
of committing depredation upon

and making war
on the citizens of the United States,

this warrant is hereby issued
for the arrest of James Felix Bridger."

That judge of yours uses a lot of words.

And to be honest…
I sort of lost my way at "arrest."

Well, in short, it states

that selling guns to Indians
is an act of treason, Mr. Bridger.

And as Governor of this territory,

I have the authority
to bring you to justice for such acts.

Well, it's possible, there's been a few
Indians through here that snuck a drink.

Maybe even got lucky
with cards and won a pistola,

but whatever they partook in
has been without my knowledge.

That's for the law to decide.

Law has a way to decide things
different out here, Governor.

These Natives here?

They watch their people get wiped off
the face of the earth by us white folks.

So they've got their own set of laws.

The mountain men, they're watching
others come in and take claims

they worked for years,
so they've got their particular set.

And me?

I'm just trying to keep my head down
and tend to my own business.

Hopefully a man of…
a peaceful God such as yourself

can appreciate others
just making do the best they can.

My land stretches
about 12 miles down the river.

There's some nice open ground
just beyond that,

make for a profitable post.

Well, I suppose I should go take a look.

Let me know if you'd like any help
putting it up.

Good day, Mr. Bridger.

Think that ends that?

Not by a long shot, Sammy.

They came looking for me.

The Mormons will kill all of you.

For me.

Kill.

You.

Your son.

They will kill him for me.

All the Shoshone.

Kill.

I don't know what I was thinking
bringing him here.

You didn't have
much of a choice now, did you?

I did have a choice. I could have
found some other city back east,

someplace they wouldn't find us.

No. They would have found you
no matter where you went.

Worth too much money.

We do what we have to do.

Don't we?

At least you still have the boy with you.

You lost yours.

I'm sorry.

You tell me his name?

What did you see?

Wolves.

What is it?

Isaac.

What is it?

Wolves.

If they get bold enough,
they'll take the horses.

-Devin's fever's still down.
-Good.

We have to move.

He'll ride with me.

-We'll leave now?
-As soon as we can.

How much further west have you been?

Salt Lake Valley.

We scouted for new land for the Shoshone,

but Winter Bird didn't
want to move her village again.

Is that why you left with your family?

So I moved my family.

For a better chance of survival.

But there's no such thing
as "safe" in this world,

and no God or Creator to ask for help
or to answer to when you need it most.

Do you really believe that?

I know it.

So you turn your back on the world?

So you never have to worry
about losing anyone else

you might ever care about again?

That was the plan.

They killed the soldiers.

They will come for us.

We have done nothing wrong.

They will come to find and kill her.

To kill all of us.

How many will come?

Too many.

I will not let more die.

We can move west…

As Kinii Da-Dawon told us.

You cannot run forever.

The whites will always find you.

I will go to them. Give myself.

No. You are with us now.

If they want to fight, we'll fight.

You up for a ride?
Get out of the snow and cold?

Yes, sir.

Leave in the morning?

No. Tonight.

We've been here too long.

Do you need more? I know where it is.

Here.

I guess I'm gonna be
even more crippled now.

Ain't nothing crippled about you.

Never was.

-How long before the weather's warmer?
-Soon.

Once we hit lower ground.

-How long will it be until we hit lower--
-Shh!

Get down!

Keep going!

You hurt?

Are you hurt?

- Where's my mother?
- Shh.

They're out.

They're coming out!

- Shoot that son of a bitch!
- Look out!

Get him!

Fuck!

Mr. Reed! Mr. Reed!

Mr. Reed!

I'll kill 'em both!

I swear to God, I'll kill 'em!

Start yelling out,
so I know where you are!

I'll kill 'em both, I swear to--

Where is my mom?

Where is she?!

Where is my mom?!

Mom! Mom!

Where's my mom?!

Where is she? Where is she?

Tell me!

Fucking tell me! Where is she?!

They took her.