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[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

No! No!

Please, no.

[Abish panting]

[speaking Shoshone]

[metallic clattering]

You going to grind my nerves till I lose my mind, too?

I'm just reminding God we're still here.

Brother Pratt.

He knows.

Why hasn't He brought my Abish back to me?

We will continue searching for your wife,

but you must also begin to search inside yourself

for the acceptance of what may be.

My Abish is alive.

I've seen her.

I held her in my arms last night.

I looked into her eyes.

[man] Brother Wolsey! Someone here for you.

[Virgil] Good day, gentlemen.

Saw your camp. Figured we'd stop by.

We're chasing a bounty. I hoped you might have a tip to steer us.

A woman and her boy left out of Bridger about a week ago.

We spotted them just north of here.

How far off?

Oh, a few miles. Near Taylor's Draw.

Run!

I'm afraid we haven't seen her, friend.

That's disappointing. Uh...

Not unexpected, I reckon.

Oh.

Yeah.

I remember you.

I saw you getting ready to set out back at Bridger not long ago.

Wow.

You look to have been through the gauntlet since.

[James] He survived an Indian attack.

Just barely, it'd seem.

Well, now, the woman we're after

is the same who joined up with you back at Bridger

after her guide got hisself murdered.

She was killed with the others.

When was that?

Close to a week.

A week?

Well, then she has been reinvigorated.

Yeah, we spotted them not three days ago.

Very much alive. Her, the boy, and another female.

Another woman?

Was it my wife?

Oh, I couldn't say. I don't recall your wife's appearance.

Well...

She was not found with the dead,

and this woman you're pursuing survived the same attack,

maybe they are traveling together.

This pursuit, I wonder if you might allow brothers Cook and Pratt to accompany you.

No stake in the bounty, of course.

This woman might have information regarding his wife.

Did she tell you where she was trying to get with her boy?

Yes.

Two hundred dollars.

Brothers Pratt, Brother Cook to join you.

Two hundred dollars.

[scoffs] Well, fine, we'll make it a party.

Where are we headed?

Crooks Springs.

[Virgil] That's a tough ride. You certain?

Things we'll do for love.

[sighs]

You find this woman and this boy,

you make sure they're dead.

Don't know what they saw.

It doesn't matter what they saw.

The risk is too great now.

We gotta close this up, brother.

You understand?

Yes.

I love you.

Go on.

[wind blowing]

Mr. Reed.

Would you please...

We need to make the fire bigger.

The children are freezing.

- We-- - Can't risk the smoke.

We can risk it, and we need to do it right now.

We're freezing.

Mr. Reed.

Mr. Reed, please.

Boy, get up. Follow me.

We gotta get rocks.

Smoother the better.

Keep them small.

Smaller.

Can I ask you a question?

- What do those mean? - What?

[Devin] On your hands.

Is that how many men you killed?

No.

Where'd you learn to fight like that?

Shoshone.

Are you scared to die?

No.

As long as it's the right way.

We're gonna heat these up.

Then bury them. Then lay on them.

And that should keep you warm.

And then you can stop complaining.

These are mine. Get your own.

Get enough for your mother and the girl.

Now.

- Go. - Yes, sir.

I'll come with you.

[Devin] We gotta get rocks.

The smoother the better.

Not too big.

What is that?

Medicine.

Medicine for what?

Boy's father doesn't even know you're coming.

You even sure he's at Crooks Springs?

Yes.

In fact, he's been very successful.

He has a gold claim just outside town.

A gold claim?

Yes.

One he never asked you to join.

We were very young when he left. Devin was just a baby.

I think if he sees...

When he sees what a fine son Devin has become,

he will welcome him.

[Isaac] Hmm.

A mother's hope.

At this point, hope is all I have left.

If you had a child of your own you would understand.

Look at the little flame right there.

Yeah.

[birds chirping]

[woman speaking Shoshone]

[in English] My locket. It's mine.

I said give me my locket back!

[grunts]

[speaking Shoshone]

[Abish grunts]

[in English] I want my locket!

It doesn't belong to you!

Give it!

[speaking Shoshone]

[Abish panting]

How long has he been limping?

[Sara] I'm not sure. It was rocky and he stumbled a bit.

He's got a stone embedded in his hoof.

I want you off the horse.

We'll try the boy, see if he can carry his weight.

Devin, we're ready to go.

Now!

You and I are trading horses for a while.

[Devin] Why?

- Because we have to. - But why?

Devin?

- What is that? - Nothing.

- Are you hurt? - No, it's nothing.

- [Sara] What are you doing? - Stay here.

Two Moons, keep him here. Here.

Let me handle this.

Are you lost?

Hi.

What's your name?

You hurt?

It's okay. We want to help you.

It's okay.

[speaks French]

[Sara in English] You're safe now.

Papa!

Papa's here. Let's go find Papa.

Okay?

This is not where we need to go.

What? What does that mean?

Whatever you find down there won't be good for anyone.

What about her?

What about her?

She just said her family was down there--

If her family was down there, they'd be screaming through the trees.

Isaac, we have to at least see for ourselves.

Leave her.

No.

[Devin] Who is this?

Does she have a name?

Mama, who is that?

This is our new friend.

[Devin] Is she coming with us?

We're going to help her find her family.

This is Two Moons.

I think she'll ride on a horse with me.

- [Devin] Is she coming with us? - No. Hey.

This is not a good idea.

Let me understand. If you were here alone, you would just abandon her?

Yes.

I can see what the medicine's for.

[horse whinnies]

Whoa.

[speaking French]

[in English] We found her.

We found her... alone.

[speaking French]

Stay on the horse.

Ma'am.

Ma'am. Is she your daughter?

[speaking French]

[in English] Sir? This is your daughter?

We thought we had lost her, and I--

No. Well, we found her.

Sara, get on the horse.

- She was alone. - How can I thank you?

- We just wanted to make sure she was safe. - [man] No, you must stay.

Madame, we don't have much. Eat some soup.

- Share with us. - No.

- It's not necessary. We must be going. - Some soup. Please...

[Devin] Mr. Reed!

Stay where you are.

Hey.

Easy, big boy.

[speaks French]

- [Devin] Mama! - [old woman laughing]

[in English] Toss the rifle down.

Hey, climb down.

Do it or I shoot the boy.

Stop. Drop the gun, please.

- Shoot the boy. - No, no!

[old woman laughing]

Rifle down. Now. Slowly.

Slowly.

Ah.

[speaks French]

[in English] Throw your pistol on the ground.

Slow.

Now.

Very good. Climb down and get on your stomach.

Slow.

Good. Yeah, nice.

Easy. Easy.

Stomach.

On the ground.

- On the ground. - I'm sorry.

That's good. Slow.

All the way. Kiss the dirt. All the way.

Ah.

Good.

[cackling]

How does that feel? Hmm?

[speaks Shoshone]

- [in English] Hey, woah! - [grunts]

[gunshot]

[Devin screams]

Devin!

[Devin] Mama! [sobbing]

[pigs oinking]

You gonna give me half off them puny ones?

Hogs are hogs, Jim.

Not entirely sure that one in the corner is not a possum.

Jim.

I want a scale, Winky, before we close this deal.

Mr. Wild Bill Hickman.

Didn't expect to see you back so soon.

With a fair share of the congregation, I see.

Bridger.

And you brung in the big guns.

Well, Brother Hickman reported your conversation to me.

I thought it might be helpful to stop by myself.

Yeah, hope you didn't go too far out of your way, Governor.

Shame to waste a ride.

You were conveniently along my path.

If you're waiting for somebody to prop the step beneath you,

I'm afraid we don't do such things out here.

Not even for the women.

Just getting a lay of the land.

Glorious.

Mostly flat.

And of high value.

I'm certain.

This is the place.

I'm limited on space, so a few rooms gotta double their purpose.

I keep telling my boy, Cottrell...

since we're sharing walls, I should've been clear enough

to put my office in a whorehouse.

We don't allow brothels in Salt Lake City.

Well, I see why you would.

What was the last headcount I heard on your wives, Governor? Twenty-two?

It's actually twenty, but the press likes to distort my details.

To inflame those who wish our people to fall.

You know, a lot of my wives are elderly women

whom I regard more as mothers than wives.

That puts a whole tilted spin on things

I'm not certain even the best girls here could keep up with.

Word was relayed to me that your earlier negotiations with Brother Hickman

had unfortunately become strained.

Your boy, Bill, carries a tone that I'm not entirely fond of.

Makes it seem as if your people are ready to take what's not offered.

Oh, I apologize if that's the impression you took away, Mr. Bridger.

I can assure you that is not my intent.

What is your intent, Governor?

I want your fort.

Oh, I'm sure you do.

And if the Army gets their hands on it, it's the end of you Mormons.

What brought you here... to this place, Mr. Bridger?

Mmm...

Thirst.

I was on the run from two grizzlies and a band of Blackfoot

for the better part of a week.

Ran out of water after my second day.

By the time I lost them all, well, I wasn't holding a drop left to piss.

That's when I stumbled upon this spot here.

River flowing all around.

As soon as I drank my fill, I took it as a sign to finally settle.

I suspect it was thirst that brought me to these lands as well, Mr. Bridger,

with only $50 in my pocket.

A thirst to draw myself closer to God.

And here we both sit.

In a dusty storage hold three doors down from a whorehouse.

Quenched, but each still wondering,

how's the best way to keep drinking from that river out back?

I've got some more church business to attend to over the next three days.

We should continue this conversation once it's complete.

I'll be here.

For better or worse.

Well, until then, why don't you come up

with what might be a fair price of purchase?

A number we can both be comfortable with.

Yeah.

I've grown mighty partial to this location.

And I've also grown way too old and beat down

to find another this late in the day.

So, I'd imagine a price that would make me comfortable

is one that would put a real painful burn up your ass, Governor.

I've never been afraid of pain, Mr. Bridger.

As you will.

Good day.

You be careful out there.

I heard marauding's at an all-time high, Governor.

The Lord is watching over me, Mr. Bridger. We'll be fine.

Sammy?

I believe we'd better get a drink while we still fucking can.

[Sammy] Mmm-hmm.

[girl speaking French]

[in English] Why are you...

You have everything of ours. Just let us go.

Not everything.

Good morning, big boy.

[speaks French]

[in English] Leave him alone.

Let us go!

[Isaac shushing]

The less attention we give, the more time we have to get loose.

What are they gonna do to us?

[wind howling]

You wanted to talk, Captain?

What do you know about the Meadows attack?

What I know about the Meadows attack

is that some of our people were slaughtered.

Not by Indians.

We had a survivor in our camp that say different.

Now, he claims... it's the Wolf Clan that did it.

Was that survivor Jacob Pratt?

It was.

I have some questions for Mr. Pratt about what actually went on that night.

Sorry to disappoint, but I'm afraid he's gone off

in search of his abducted wife, Sister Abish.

Well, we heard that whites were involved in the attack.

And y'all are real white.

So, I'm hoping Mr. Pratt's head clears up enough that he can offer us some details.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'm afraid he's going the other direction,

unfortunately, but if you'd like to test it,

they were headed out towards Cedar Falls.

Now, word is, that's where the Wolf Clan is hiding out.

And being that Red Feather murdered all them folks,

figured it was a good place to start.

And if you... were really interested in protecting your people,

you'd be over there doing something about it.

But here you are, trying to pick a fight with me and my troops.

You're not a military organization, Mr. Wolsey.

You're a Mormon mob.

When I find proof of your involvement in these attacks,

the United States government will test your so-called army's resolve.

Good day to you.

Let's go, boys.

[men urging horses]

They could be telling the truth about Red Feather.

Yeah, send some scouts to Cedar Falls.

See if they can locate this Mr. Red Feather.

[indistinct chatter]

And what is your name?

Have we met before?

Hey, big boy.

What is her name?

[speaking French]

[in English] What's your mama's name?

Untie us.

Money, food, what do you want?

What is your mother's name?

[Sara] Sara.

[Isaac] We'll give you whatever you want.

What do you want?

You'd do that for us, Sara?

Give us whatever we want?

Yes.

- Mother. - What do you want?

Tell me what you want.

[Devin] Mother. Mother!

I don't think so.

- Mother! - [Isaac] Let her go.

[Devin] Mother! Mother! No!

- No! - [Isaac] Let her go!

- Don't touch him! - Mother, no!

No!

Let her go!

[man] Get her!

- [Sara] No! - [cackling]

[speaks French]

[Sara in English] Please!

[Sara screaming] No!

[Sara continues screaming]

[Sara sobbing]

[Sara screaming]

Over the hill? Over the second hill?

Red Feather.

Let's let the sun get a little lower.

[arrows whizzing]

- [gunshots] - [grunts]

[old woman cackling]

[cackling continues]

[woman speaks indistinctly]

Did he wake up?

No.

[men hooting]

[speaking Shoshone]

- Abish. - [in English] What's happening?

[speaking Shoshone]

[Jacob] ♪ Hosanna to such days to come ♪

♪ The Savior's second coming ♪

♪ When all the earth in glorious bloom ♪

♪ Affords the Saints a holy home... ♪

You need to do something about your Mormon friend.

He's been injured.

He's isn't well.

Well, neither am I at this rate.

For Christ's sake, he's been singing that same shit

without a breath since joining up.

♪ And worship-- ♪

Enough of that, God damn it!

I'm just letting Abish know I'm on my way to her.

That's thoughtful of you, but for Christ's sakes, Pratt,

take some mercy on the rest of us.

They don't have an ear for hymns is all. I liked it, Mr. Pratt.

If the Wolf Clan has her, she ain't ever hearing nothing ever again, no way.

He don't need to be told that.

[Tilly] I'm just saying.

I heard of Red Feather raping and torturing white women for days.

Over and over and over like that fucking song of his.

Now, that you shut up, Pratt,

probably hear your pretty wife screaming.

[imitates wolf howling]

[speaking French]

Mama. Mama.

[shushing]

My head hurts.

I want you to think about getting your hands loose.

I don't know if I can.

What'd you like to do back home

before you came out here?

You like to fish?

- [Devin] Haven't really done it. - No?

Why?

Wasn't anywhere to do it around our house.

[indistinct chatter]

I promise you we're going to get out of this.

And I'm going to teach you how to fish, but you've gotta promise me one thing.

That you stay strong.

Like your mother.

Mama! Mama!

- Leave her alone! - Hey!

Put your mind somewhere else.

Oliver Twist.

Mama! Let her go!

Mother! Get off of her!

[grunting]

"Oliver Twist's ninth birthday found him a pale, thin child

- somewhat diminutive in stature." - [grunts]

"Oliver Twist's ninth birthday found him a pale, thin child,

somewhat diminutive in stature."

"Oliver Twist's ninth birthday found him a pale thin child,

somewhat diminutive in stature."

Stupid slut!

[speaking French]

[gun clicks]

[old woman sobbing]

- I just wanted to tell you-- - No.

I appreciate the thought, Mr. Reed, but I don't require pity.

That would make me as weak as those men thought I was.

And we saw what happened to them.

It was my fault. We shouldn't have tried to help that girl. I was wrong.

You know, everything I'm doing... and everything I've done,

it's been to protect him. And today, I just forgot.

I forgot. I forgot the only thing that mattered.

[sobbing]

- [Sara continues sobbing] - [shushing]

[shushing]

[men hooting]

[boy speaking Shoshone]

[in Shoshone] Your face is painted for war.

Forever.

Look around.

I see no war here.

[Red Feather] Because you choose to be blind.

And you will die blind.

What do you want here, Red Feather?

A place to stay for a short time.

Because you are hunted.

So now your enemies will hunt us too.

My enemies are your enemies.

Your enemies are every face you see

and too many for us.

I will bring no war onto my son.

[in English] Captain. Turner's back. He's in the infirmary.

Alone?

He said all the men he was riding with are dead.

You know what happened?

Wolf Clan. Most likely Red Feather.

[Turner groans in pain]

- Shit. - [Turner] Get it out!

[grunting]

[muffled scream]

What happened?

What happened?

Wolf Clan. They was on us before we knew it.

Saw a bunch go by later.

Who'd you see? Who'd you see?

Red Feather. Among them.

What direction was he headed?

Southwest. Towards the low hills.

Okay, good. You did good. Take care of him, Doc.

Winter Bird's camp's up that way.

I want you to take some scouts to the Shoshone camp.

You see if Red Feather's there. All right? And you stay hid. Don't let him see you.

Yes, sir.

[Edmund] The more time I spend here trying to make sense of this place,

the more I lose myself within it.

I feel myself slipping further and further away from anything I can understand.

Peace and innocence are losing a battle to hatred and fear.

Peace is now... the great shrinking minority.

So very few in this land possess compassion.

And basic tenderness has hardened...

and is now, and I fear, forever, greatly diminished.

I am overcome at this time

by deep pain from a tremendous and always present lack of love.

So few left in these lands know of grace.

There is only brutality here.

[Tilly] You fiddle with that cloth like Lucas does his little fucking pecker.

[Frank] He said it belonged to his wife.

Oh, shit. That right?

Pratt, maybe you let me clutch it a bit? Huh?

Use my imagination.

Don't mind him, Mr. Pratt. He's never had nobody to care for.

What's that?

You're a loveless man.

Tilly.

What are you gonna do about it?

Huh?

- Tilly. None of that. - What're you do about it?

Fucking pussy.

Let's get loaded up.

[watch ticking]

[Virgil] You ain't calling the shots, Mormon.

[Frank] It's past time we get on the trail.

[Virgil] It's past time, but it ain't your trail.

Never find this woman, we don't get moving.

Tilly.

Let's go.

We'll find her.

You're a good man, Pratt.