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[gunshots]

[Young] We have endured anguish

-and pain to reach our Zion. - [screams echoing]

And yet still they follow,

- with their persecution. - [gunshot and screams echo]

We have been trying long enough with our enemies,

and I go in for letting the sword of the Almighty be unsheathed

in word and in deed.

For we have reached Zion, our Zion.

Here is our Zion.

[pigs snorting]

[Sammy] Wait. Hold on, one second. Jim's on his way.

Don't move any more pigs till he gets here. He's coming.

[Jim] Where the hell are my pigs going?

I had no choice, Jim.

No choice for what, Winkie?

Mormons want 'em all, paid me five times what you offered.

[Jim] It wasn't what I offered.

- It was what we agreed to. - You kept dragging your feet on paying.

- The Mormons paid me in full. - Shut up, Winkie.

- Start herding them back there. - Nothing to say here, Bridger.

- Made a fair deal with the hog man. - He's the hog man in name only.

All livestock inside them walls belongs to me.

You don't own the hogs. He owned the hogs. I paid him. I own the hogs.

- Oh. You paid him, did you? - [Bill] That's right.

That was your first mistake.

Second was wasting all this energy

just to lead my pigs back where they started.

Can't do that, I'm afraid, but if you need hogs,

Brother Wilkinson would be happy to help you.

Of course, price is double what I just paid.

Well, God damn. That seems a little steep, Bill.

Especially for my own pigs.

Well, pigs today, your goods and supplies tomorrow.

Till you've got left is an empty fort.

It feels as if your governor's still doing some negotiating.

[Bill] Well, he wants what he wants.

Mormons and them deep pockets makes it tough

for the rest of us to make a decent living.

That's not my concern now, is it?

Not at the moment, I suppose.

[screaming]

[pigs squealing]

More so now, I expect.

[continues screaming]

[urging pigs]

Go! Let's go!

You son of a bitch, Bridger! I'll kill you for this!

Perhaps, Wild Bill.

Just not today.

Go!

Tell that governor of yours to reach deeper in them pockets of his.

My price just went up.

[Bill] I'll kill you!

[Edmund] I have come to believe that these lands possess forces

that we civilized are not able to defend against.

These lands get inside of us,

into our bones,

into our blood... and then even deeper

as they assume occupancy of our souls.

[men whooping]

[grunting and chanting]

[singing in Shoshone]

[Edmund] These lands come alive inside all of us.

Alive with power.

Alive with violence.

Alive with clarity of spirit.

And many other great excitements that have thus far eluded our language.

Faced with such forces,

I find myself helpless to feel anything other than a great humility.

[singing continues]

I have told Red Feather we will take you to your people.

My people?

Not sure what people I have left.

I have a question.

Why do you think your people have so much hunger to kill?

Fear.

I think.

Of what they don't understand.

This.

Your world.

It's not like my world.

That is a good thing.

This valley was filled with so many Shoshone.

But hunger and war and sick changed our world.

And I do wonder,

if so much change,

can we survive?

It's a fine dress.

You shouldn't wash it all away.

It has your life painted on it.

Not all good colors.

That is life.

[flies buzzing]

[old woman shouting in French]

[in English] You shouldn't be a part of this.

[man] Gonna get you!

[laughter]

[old woman speaking French]

[in English] What did you do?

What?

What did you do?

What are you talking about, Pratt?

[whispers indistinctly]

[Virgil] Mmm-hmm.

Thank you, ma'am.

Got information on our bounty.

Man rode through here with two women and a boy some days ago.

Get the booze, get the guns. We got ground to make up.

[girl speaking French]

- [in English] Gimme that. - [shouts in French]

[in English] Virgil. Why'd you shoot her?

It's part of the job.

- How's shooting her part of the job? - It's part of the job.

- How's that part of the job? - Good things come at a price, okay?

[girl continues souting]

[Tilly] Go on, get! [laughs]

How long we been trying to get outta of here, huh?

How long we been scratching rock looking for our piece of gold?

That's what Sara Holloway is.

Our piece of gold.

Stop looking at me like that.

I've never steered you wrong.

We've seen a lot of them come and go in this world.

Busted, broke, buried.

We're still here.

You and me.

We're gonna be here till we get what's our fair share.

Got you a little present.

[horse snorts]

[Devin] Come on.

- Come on! - [horse whinnies]

Mr. Reed! Mr. Reed!

My horse.

Can't bear weight. We stay here for the night.

- I don't think we should stop. - It's too lame to lead.

Get some wood.

- Go. - Okay.

[Devin] How much longer until Crooks Springs?

Depends on what we run into.

It's about to get cold.

Let's start digging.

[Devin] Mr. Reed?

Do you feel bad killing men?

Not the bad ones.

Killing bad men is okay, right?

I mean, you don't go to hell for that. Do you?

[Isaac grunts]

Me and my mom killed a man.

[Isaac] You ain't gotta worry about that.

Whatever your mother's done to protect you both...

ain't no sin in that.

[wind howling]

[man hooting]

[in Shoshone] Why have you brought him here?

We found him hiding.

Watching the village.

We will use him to lead us to the white soldiers.

I told your white leader

I have no war with him.

The Shoshone did not kill those white settlers.

The captain does not believe that.

He wants to find Red Feather.

They want to kill him.

Let your master come.

We will cut out his tongue and feed it to you.

Quiet.

They know Red Feather is here.

You have brought war upon us.

No. I will take it to them.

[all hooting]

And you will die...

And bring more hate and death

on our people.

On my grandson.

Young Elk would rather die fighting his enemy

than on his knees begging for food.

I do not know you anymore.

You do not know me?

You do not know me?

You do not know me?!

I am the slayer of demons!

I am Creator's warrior who bleeds for him!

Bleeds for you!

[men hooting]

Bleeds for you too!

Bleeds for all Shoshone!

When the white invaders kill one of us,

I kill ten of them!

The whites do not know peace.

So I give them what they know.

No.

You give them what they want.

[all hooting]

[shouting in Shoshone]

[gasps]

[shushing]

It's time to go home now, Ms. Holloway.

[Sara gasps]

- [panting] - [wind howling]

That's why I don't sleep.

Slide over.

The name that the Shoshone called you...

"Kinii Da-Dawon."

What does it mean?

It means "Spotted Hawk."

I was a... young boy with freckles

when the Shoshone traded for me.

They were so kind.

Not at all what I expected.

I had always been told the Indians were savages.

- They are. - No, I...

I only mean that I've...

never felt so safe.

Ever.

[Isaac] Hmm.

Why would you leave that?

You need to rest.

These should give you a few hours' extra warmth.

Will you please stay? Please.

Please.

Please stay.

Thank you.

[Abish] Do you pray that after the white soldiers have killed you,

they will not come here to kill your son?

[translating in Shoshone]

[speaking Shoshone]

[in English] Careful with your words.

Or you will open my throat like you did my friends?

How many must die to avenge all you have lost?

[Grey Fox translating in Shoshone]

[Grey Fox in English] As many as his god tells him to.

Your god tells you to kill the whites?

Whites believe their god tells them to kill you.

Perhaps the gods are playing a game with all of us

to see who can kill the most.

[Grey Fox translating in Shoshone]

[Abish in English] Your god will lose.

If you bring war on the white soldiers instead of peace,

it will be like you cut Young Elk's heart out with your own knife.

[Grey Fox translating in Shoshone]

Why do you risk your throat by speaking to me this way?

[in English] Young Elk deserves a long life in this world.

All the Shoshone deserve that.

[Grey Fox translating in Shoshone]

[in English] Even you.

- [horse neighing] - [Isaac] This ain't good.

We'll see how far she goes. If not, we leave her here.

[Virgil] This Holloway woman we're after,

nearly got at her myself.

Didn't sniff her out as a man-killer at the time.

It's a good thing you didn't have a chance to add her to your harem, Pratt.

Might not have been long for this new paradise of yours.

[Tilly] Now that I think back, I remember seeing your wife in Bridger.

Pretty-looking lady.

I can promise there's more I'd do with her than killin'.

I can sure see why you're lookin' to the ends of the earth

to find that pretty little thing.

♪ Little fuckin' pecker Mormon boy ♪

Can't satisfy your wife?

Little pecker. I bet you Red Feather's takin' care of her for you, though.

Yeah, Mormon little pecker boy.

Oh, you're gonna get off your horse, little Mormon boy?

[both grunting]

Brother Pratt! That's enough!

The devil lives in you!

You fucking Mormon!

Tilly, get off!

Take a little bite of your wife, cocksucker.

Hey! Knock it off!

Knock it off!

[screaming]

Come on!

[spits, screams]

We should get back to our people.

This bunch, they're no good.

[fly buzzing]

They'll end up killin' us both.

Let them take care of the woman.

And your wife, Brother Pratt,

we're never gonna find her with the people they're lookin' for.

So, we should leave.

We need to get out of here now.

I've seen this before.

They're just after a bounty.

And we got nothin' to do with that.

So, we should go right now.

[grunts]

Pratt. Why?

[Virgil] And you say this belonged to your dead Mormon friend?

[Jacob] William.

And that Cook, who's now floatin' face down on his way toward Mexico,

could only have got his hands on it

if he was part of the bunch that attacked your camp.

Well, but bein' as Cook is not here to defend hisself,

and also the fact

that you are just about as crazy as a shitter-trapped rat,

I have decided it's time we part ways.

I can't risk wakin' to you beatin' my skull in with a rock,

claimin' I stole your granny's girdle.

Now... I could sentence you to death,

but I'm gonna put your future in fate's hands.

I'm gonna leave you some food, warm clothes, and a mule.

Good luck to you.

[Lucas] Sorry about how this went, Mr. Pratt.

I really do hope you find your wife.

[Red Feather in Shoshone] She will come with us.

I will deliver her to her people.

[Winter Bird] What people?

If you kill the white soldiers?

She will talk to them first. Tell them what she knows of the Shoshone.

Tell them who attacked her people.

And then you will not bring war on them?

If they believe her words.

[men ululating]

[grunts] Come on!

Push on! Come on.

Hold on!

Get up!

Keep going!

The horse! We need to rest the horses!

Bring 'em back in the trees.

[men shouting indistinctly]

[Pepper] Captain!

Positions!

Where's my rifle?

Weapons ready!

Secure the flank!

[Pepper] Secure the flank!

Hold your fire! On my command!

What is this shit?

[soldier] Hold your fire!

[in Shoshone] If I do not come back, wait for night.

Then kill them all.

[in English] Stop there!

Right there!

[Abish] This is Red Feather.

Red Feather from the Shoshone tribe.

He's come to talk to your captain.

You armed?

We're unarmed.

What about them?

They'll stay there, long as Red Feather returns to 'em.

All right, approach slow! Real slow!

[Red Feather speaking Shoshone]

[in English] Too much blood.

If white man lets us live in peace,

I will not bring more war on them.

That's mighty kind of him, considering all the murdering he's already done.

I'm afraid there's a little bit of pressure to punish those responsible

for the massacre of a large group of settlers a few weeks back.

Red Feather and the Shoshone had nothing to do with that.

How exactly would you know that?

Because I was there.

And your name is what, exactly?

Abish Pratt.

There were white men. In hoods.

And also a few from the Paiute tribe.

That's who the bandits traded me to.

But somehow you ended up with the Shoshone.

Red Feather took me from them.

You said some of the men there wore hoods.

How can you be so sure they were white?

After the attack, many removed their hoods.

- And you saw their faces? - Yes.

Mrs. Pratt, if you've been compelled

to tell us these things in order to protect that man--

Everything I'm telling you is the truth.

I can walk you through every detail of what happened that night.

Bandits and Paiutes?

Massacred our party.

Killed everyone.

[Pepper] No, Mrs. Pratt.

Not everyone.

[Edmund] Your husband survived.

Jacob?

He's alive?

[Edmund] He's been searching for you. Since the attack.

Where is he?

He's with the Mormon group. Not too far from here.

We can take you.

[Red Feather speaks Shoshone]

[in English] You stay.

[Edmund] Mrs. Pratt.

I wanted to tell you that I'll do my best to convey his offer to my superiors.

But I doubt they'll agree to his terms. He has a lot of blood on his hands.

But the Shoshone people do not.

They've moved their home over and over to avoid war.

[Edmund] Well, be that as it may,

this country decided these lands don't belong to them.

And these tribes just stand in the way.

They deserve better than that.

Yes, they do.

[breathing shakily]

[watch ticking]

[ticking continues]

You feel him start to favor that foot, you get off and tell me.

All right. Let's go.

How far do you think they are, really?

Whoever it is, we haven't seen the worst of it yet.

There's a hunting cabin up a ways.

Let's just get there. Rest. We'll move at first light.

Let's get you on the horse.

The man in Philadelphia...

He put his hand on my throat and choked me until I fainted,

and every morning that I woke up alive was a curse.

When he did it to Devin, I killed him.

And, Isaac, I would do it again.

[man] That's far enough!

What's your business?

- [Edmund] Get me the officer in charge. - Brother Hickman.

[thunder rumbling]

Patrolling a little beyond your borders, aren't you, Captain?

Last I checked, this was still the US.

For the moment.

We're looking for Jacob Pratt.

He's still out searching for his wife.

Well, we have his wife.

I'm so grateful.

Grateful you're safe, Sister Pratt.

Captain Dellinger told me Jacob had been injured.

[Bill] Took a blow to the head. Seemed to be healing up.

Still on the trail looking for Indian-killers, Captain?

He brought Jacob Pratt's wife.

Praise God.

Brother Jacob will be over the moon at your safe return.

- I didn't get your name, Sister Pratt. - Abish.

I believe he mentioned.

[Edmund] You know where we can find her husband?

As we discussed, he's out looking for Abish there.

But we expect him back in a day or so.

You're more than welcome to stay with us, Sister Pratt.

[Edmund] Mrs. Pratt is providing us information on the Meadows Massacre.

So, we'll take her back to our camp.

Of course.

We're so pleased you've been brought back to us, Sister Pratt.

Thank you for returning a blessed soul to the flock, Our Heavenly Father.

"And he who receiveth all things with thankfulness shall be made glorious."

Yeah, yeah, amen.

She didn't see us.

Did you recognize them?

That man.

Wolsey.

He was there.

Are you absolutely convicted it was those men, Mrs. Pratt?

I am.

Get it to Fort Bridger. If the post is already gone out--

I'll go straight to Gilbert. I'll hand it to Colonel Johnson myself.

I want you to know that you're safe. You have my word--

You took me there hoping I'd recognize them.

It's my job.

You used me.

I needed proof... that the Mormons were involved in the attack.

They will be brought to justice.

I'm your proof.

Yes.

If it makes you feel any better, I'm sure I'm being used just as much as you.

Brother Hickman.

Someone's here to see you.

She recognized some of your men.

Sister Pratt has just started a war.

They'll be coming for you.

[soldier 1] Ma'am!

- [soldier 2] Somebody get some help! - Captain!

[Edmund] What?

[soldier 3] Hey!

What is it? What?

She just got on the horse and took off.

Should we go after her?

[Edmund] No.

Let her go.

These fucking Mormons.

This keeps happening.

[horse snorting]

[Devin] Come on!

Keep going! Come on!

Mr. Reed! Mr. Reed!

[horse whinnies]

Get off him!

Let go of the rein!

Devin!

[Devin yelling]

[screaming]

[Devin sobbing]

Devin!

Devin.

Hey. I've got you.

I got you.

I've got you.

[wind howling]

- [Isaac grunts] - [Devin sobbing]

Mama! Mama!

- Breathe. You'll be all right. - [screaming]

What now?

[Devin] No! Please, stop, Mama!

[sobbing]

What is that?

Medicine.

- Open. - Devin, open your mouth.

[Isaac] Good. Hold him.

[Devin sobbing]

It's all right.

[screaming]

What is that, Mama? Mama!

No, don't look. Don't--

Mama!

Stop! Get off of me! Get the fuck off of me!

Stop! Fucking get off!

Devin, stop!

It's just pain.

It's just...

[screaming]