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Where are you planning on heading now?

With you, I reckon.

Drawing up with the Texian Army.

I figure it's what your brother, Samuel, would want us to do.

Must say, you're looking mighty dignified.

Yeah, well I'd sooner ride on a burro than with an ass.

Smells a lot better, too.

I will rectify the stink upon arrival

to Buckley's way station.

I can only hope.

I fear that the ass will linger.

You riding that thing pretty well.

Remember, that author of all this woe is tyrant,

Santa Ana, and Sam Huston does nothing.

I know your families are suffering.

I know that I brought you here not to run, but to fight.

To stand and fight.

Stand and fight!

Stand in fight.

Stand and fight.

Now, is the time to avenge the blood of our fallen heroes.

Remember, to nerve yourselves for battle,

knowing that our cause is just.

And that our code words will be, remember the Alamo.

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

Patriots, listen.

We must stand by General Houston.

General Houston needs to stand his ground and fight!

He needs to stand and fight!

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

I order you men to disperse now.

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

Disperse!

Disperse now!

Now!

Remember the next time Sam Houston orders a grave dug--

Make way.

-it will be his very own.

Cold water will cool that hot head.

Have you no shame, sir?

You can beat us, but you cannot silence us.

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

Stand and Fight.

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

Stand and fight.

You all need to cool down because we are all that's left.

Colonel Fannin and his men are gone.

God damn it to hell, Goliad is no more.

What are we going to do now?

Goliad's gone?

Fannin disobeyed orders.

His army did not survive because of it.

Should we do the same?

Fight each other, disobey our general.

And you General, will you lead your men?

I feel your scorn and I know I'm the reason for your decent

when our cause can least afford it.

I was broken when I came to Texas.

I failed at my marriage, turned my back

on the people of Tennessee.

I took refuge among the Cherokee and failed them too.

I disappointed my family, tarnished their good name.

I will atone for all that when my time comes,

but I'm no longer that man and the reason is Texas.

My heart beats strong again.

My head is clear.

I see a future beckoning us.

I did not ask to be your general.

I was asked by our government to lead you.

Now, I ask you to follow me east,

where I believe victory awaits us.

With God's will that no tyrant will ever rule,

follow me a little longer down this twisted bloody road

and I will prove it to you.

By God, I'll prove it.

Holy father, please watch over Truett and Yancey.

I miss them.

This is our house?

New beginnings, darling.

We're really gonna live here?

Well, it looks like it.

It's so big!

It's all all ours?

And nobody else's.

Look over there!

We got a fresh start.

Someone's foreclosure is our opportunity.

Whoa-ho-ho-ho.

Is this really ours?

Well.

It's our home.

Lucas, wait.

Thank Jesus.

It's our good fortune.

Look what I found, Mama.

Oh, she's gorgeous, just like you.

My little baby doll.

Come on!

Look in here! Come on!

Go on.

Come on.

James.

Don't get excited yet.

Come here, you little pup.

Come here.

Kipper.

What do we got here, huh?

What do we got here?

James?

Isn't it strange someone would leave all this?

Yeah.

Well, don't go jinxing us now, woman.

It's bad luck to question good fortune.

Of course, darling.

We need Santa Anna's exact location.

Once you arrive back out out there, you see any movement,

you hightail it back, you hear me?

Yes, sir.

Very good.

General Houston.

Details of Santa Anna's military movements.

He's divided his army.

Finally.

Miss West gave you this?

- Yes, sir. - San Jacinto.

And she wanted you to have this.

Very well.

Get yourself something to eat.

Yes, sir.

rale! Rapido!

Mu vete!

Come on.

Ephraim-- you don't mind if I call you

by your Christian name, do you?

You may notice the fellas around here

call me a lot worse than that.

You can call me whatever you want.

Just don't call me late for supper.

If'n we don't take care of ourselves, who will, right?

Damn straight.

You know, I always say, what is so awful and wrong

doing whatever we have to do to survive

these troublesome times, right?

Right?

Yeah.

What if I told you I knew of a way

that you would never have to worry about money again.

You plan on robbing yourself a bank or something?

Pew!

Good god almighty.

You really do have yourself a plan to rob a bank, don't you?

Well, shit.

Let me guess, General.

We're retreating again today?

All that retreating's done wore him out.

He needs a nap.

You boys ever been to Galveston?

That's the port I sailed into.

There's a bank there, gentlemen.

Tell 'em about the bank there, Gator.

Tell 'em.

Banco de Commercia.

Merchants betting on Texas set it

up to finance the revolution.

Matter fact, Gator says it's just ripe for the taking.

It's pretty near, what, 100,000 gold bullions?

Is that right?

Aw, you're joshing.

He's joshing.

I'll be a while before we get there.

You got time to think about it.

Gotcha.

Ah!

Ugh!

- Ya! - Oh!

Oh, Lord.

Oh.

Please.

Amigos.

Ah!

To this day, it surprises me.

I've become the president of Mexico.

And why is that?

There are so many other things I could have

done, like becoming a musician.

So what instruments you play?

I never had time to learn one.

But I'm very sensitive to all types of music.

It moves me profoundly.

I might as well have been a painter, or a sculptor,

or poet.

I love poetry.

But God in his wisdom decreed I shall serve my country instead.

So I guess if you asked me what instrument I play best,

my answer is the human instrument.

I hear they call you the Napoleon of the West.

After I defeated the Spanish at Veracruz,

"The Texas Telegraph" started calling me that.

I have fought and won more battles than Bonaparte.

The Mexican war for independence.

Is that much different from what the Texans are doing?

Of course.

Texas is our land.

Your Excellency.

The Anglos are the invaders.

I just fight for the liberty of my people.

Your Excellency.

You are needed.

I'm sorry, it's important.

They are frightened.

Lorca, they say, has risen from the dead

of the Alamo and Goliad.

They believe his spirit comes for you

and brings death to everyone around you.

It's just stupid Indian legends.

It's a peasant superstition, but it's taken hold.

On your feet.

This is not the work of a ghost or a demon!

This is the work of a man!

Just a man.

Get those men down from there.

Bajelos.

Entierrelos.

We need to talk to him.

- We need his help. - Don't worry.

I'm gonna talk to him right now.

Oh.

All right.

Beg your pardon, but I gave these people my word

I'd take 'em across the Sabine.

The thing is, Comanche are on the war trail

to the north of us, and the Mexican Army

is loose between the coast and God

knows where coming this way.

We believe we'd be better off with you, sir.

On our own, I'm afraid these people might die.

I kill Mexicans.

It's hardly a one-man job.

If we gotta die, we prefer to go down fighting.

My word is absolute.

No argument from me.

I'm Cole Hornfischer.

I-- I never caught yours.

Well, we thank you, sir.

We thank you.

Yeah, we were right.

Ankle's sprained, not broke.

Cuts and bruises about all healed up.

Told you the doc could fix you up.

Yeah, pretty soon you'll be able to run

away from this fella.

He was very gallant trying to relieve me of my embarrassment.

Well, I hope you stay around a while.

I could use all the help I can get.

Thanks, doc.

Pardon me, nurse.

Sarah!

I got this real bad ache i want you to look at.

Have to be in private, though.

Sarah!

I can't talk to you.

Hey.

I ain't gonna bite you.

Boy!

Boy, your rudeness appalls me.

Under no circumstances are you to even look at my daughter,

you understand me?

Unless you're in dire need of medical attention,

I suggest you just go on about your business.

I thought this is a free country, sawbones.

At least that's what I'm fighting for.

Just get on outta here.

Go on.

Clear outta here!

Hey, you're a ranger.

Reckon you know all about guns.

I know about a lot of things.

Who the hell are you?

You don't know me?

Name's Colby Pit.

You and the rangers swum me and my sister across the Lupe.

I swum half of Texas crossed that river.

You trying to break that pistol?

No, sir.

It's my daddy's.

Reverend's been keeping care of it.

But seeing's how I'm of age and my daddy being dead,

he gave it to me to keep.

But the lock won't stay cocked.

You tried taking that to the blacksmith?

Know where I can find him?

Over in that tent there, snorting like a peach orchard

boar.

What do I tell him?

Fix my damn gun, you lazy son of a bitch.

Tell him you ride with the rangers.

If he hears that, he'll fix your pistol straight away.

Or else.

That man, let me tell you something,

he will know that he can count on a thoroughbred ass-whopping.

You understand?

- Go on, get. - Go on.

Go on.

What happened?

He thinks Houston's the blacksmith.

- He's going in now. - Wait, wait, wait.

Watch, watch, watch.

Wake up.

What is it?

I need you to fix this here weapon.

Something wrong with the mechanism.

Without delay.

I'm a ranger.

I could be called upon at any moment to use

it for the common defense.

Go on, you sun of a bitch.

Fix it!

- Is the general awake? - General?

General Houston?

That's the only general we have, son.

That was quick!

How'd it work?

General Houston, I--

I thought-- I mean, I'm bust-out sorry and shamefaced

for disturbing your sleep like a dumb, stupid idiot,

and I'm prepared to take the whopping I deserve.

Only, um--

Only what?

I'd like my gun back, since it was my daddy's and he

was shot down by outlaws.

It's the only thing he left me.

Pawl needs adjusting.

Come back later.

You'll find it serviceable.

Go on.

Shoo!

Since you fine gentlemen have so much extra time on your hands,

I have an assignment for you.

Yes, sir.

Mount up.

Outlaws!

Come on!

Get the wagon!

Let's go, let's find some more.

Let's find some more!

Whoo!

Best shot, Knowles.

Here.

Dammit, Beans, why didn't you pack more vittles?

Didn't have none to pack.

How's Captain Smith expect us to do our scouting with bellies

like empty saddlebags?

Why don't you go and ask him?

Don't mind if I do.

Give him a piece of my damn mind.

Well, keep it small, Beans.

You ain't got much to spare.

I heard that.

Stupid secret mission's so secret,

they won't even tell us.

Getting tired of all this waiting around.

Y'all been chewing on what we talked about?

I don't wanna hear no more about it.

You ain't got to make up your mind

till we get to Galveston, Kit.

Already decided.

I ain't no bank robber.

But I ain't no damn snitch neither.

"Only law west of Victoria except God can

serve as a preacher in a pinch.

No shootin', no cussin', no fightin', and--"

"Absolutely no spittin' on the goddamn floor."

That's my horse.

Wonder if that bitch with my damn wrist cuff is in there.

You go right, and I'll go left.

All right.

I go right, you go left.

Yeah!

Play faster!

Play better!

Play it, fiddle man.

Whoo!

Drinks are on me, boys!

Whoo!

Gimme my wrist cuff, bitch.

Why, you son of a--

Ah!

Move your ass, Roy!

We gotta get outta here!

Get the horses!

My horse.

Whoo!

They got my damn horse.

Lucas!

Watch it, now.

Hey, Nate.

The first thing we gotta do when it stops raining

is clean out that root cellar.

And we'll fix that door.

You and me.

Yes, sir.

All right.

Clean the cellar?

With all the work to be done?

Well, my woman wants her jams and jars fresh and cool

in the summer.

Isn't that right?

Not in front of the children.

Y'all come out the rain.

Supper's ready.

Aw, Ma.

Now?

Just keep running.

You do realize, sir, as Secretary

of War you are empowered to assume command yourself.

You certainly made me aware that, Private Lamar.

Get yourselves a bite to eat.

Yes, sir.

Well, Rusk will dig Houston's grave now.

I am most anxious to see his face

when Russ tears those stars off his uniform and sends him away.

Good riddance.

Good riddance.

Yes.

Sam.

Figured if it wasn't Santa Anna out there causing all

that ruckus, it had to be you.

Come to relieve me, Tom?

Yeah, it has been discussed.

Well, that's a surprise.

By Burnet?

By just about everybody.

Then do it, then, your son of a bitch.

Let's be done with it.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't?

I can't think of one.

Of course, I thought you'd defend me.

I have been defending you for weeks, but nothing's changed.

Sam, the problem is you.

Relieve me of my command, Mr. Secretary,

but do not insult me.

Whoever you put in my place will still

be left with untrained, undisciplined

soldiers and impudent, disloyal officers.

Sam, you said you'd hold at Gonzales.

You didn't.

You said you'd fight at the Colorado.

You didn't.

You swore to Burnet that the Mexicans

would never cross the Brazos.

They did.

Burnet.

Now there's the man with all the vision of a rotten stump.

What matters to me, Tom, is how you see it.

Do I still have your trust or not?

If all you're going to give me are excuses,

well, you leave me with very little choice, Sam.

Deaf ever come back or what?

Patience.

I'm still hungry.

Yeah.

Take this.

Thistle wort, dried chickweed, bergamot, sassafras.

Brew it up, drink it.

You will not feel hungry.

What the Dickens is that right there?

That sassafras will clean your liver

and make you shit like a goose.

Is that a good thing?

Yeah.

So, what's this big secret mission?

That we've been ordered to rendezvous

with a couple of twin sisters and escort them back to camp.

Sisters?

Oo-wee!

Now finally a task I can get behind.

Well, I'll be damned!

Oo-wee!

Is that enough to stop your whining

and get you back to work?

Yes, Captain.

Yep, I think so.

We'll light up a fire and chow down.

Hoo!

Vern?

That ground must be awful rough

on those big feet of yours.

You sure you don't want to take a turn on Old Faithful, man?

I'd sooner ride on a spotted river turtle.

We ought to be hightailing to join

up with Sam Houston's army.

Why the hell are we going to Victoria?

I told you.

We need to report them killings to the proper authorities.

What for?

Well, somebody's gonna find 'em soon enough without

us getting all mixed up in it.

We're already mixed up in it.

Besides, you want to get your horse back, now, don't you?

You think the law is gonna do that for us?

Why not?

It's their job, isn't it?

Hard case.

You got a lot to learn.

How are them blisters?

Come on, yah.

Let's go.

It's best we just head out to meet up with Houston's army.

Right after we settle up in Victoria.

I'll bet you boys come from Buckley's weigh station.

There was a shooting.

And you gonna tell me you all were just innocent bystanders.

I'll bet them sisters are getting

all gussied up to meet me.

They gon' catch the sight of you and run a country mile,

Beans.

They the daughters of some big Texas politician or something?

How old are these girls?

Brand-spanking new.

Ooh, I like 'em young!

You like anything as long as she's breathing.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Whoa.

They meeting us here?

The hell you talking about?

The girls, dammit.

Boys, meet the twin sisters all

the way from Cincinnati, Ohio.

Let me introduce Daphne and her equally pretty sister,

Penelope.

Well.

Hello there, Daphne.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Now, that there's Penelope, she's mine.

Yah!

Mexican supply convoy heading this way.

What are they hauling?

Couldn't really tell.

Vittles, maybe.

Medicine, gunpowder.

- Whiskey? - Well, all right then.

Let's see how fast we can get one of them sisters ready.

Hey.

Tamp it down, Vern.

A little more.

Yeah!

Got 'em!

Yeah!

Hey.

That's him.

You hanged him.

Well, where's that curly-haired bitch he was with?

Took off, while this snot-nosed

miscreant was shooting up town.

So you know we're telling the truth.

Don't no such thing.

You two could be part of the gang.

Well, where's the silver wrist cuff he was wearing?

Wearing what he got on.

Did you question him?

I don't believe in a lot of palaver

between catching and hanging.

For a lawman, you possess a bewildering sense

of due process.

I make no apologies for frontier justice

if that's how I'm going to keep my town in order.

Ghost town?

Oh, they'll be back when the Sant'Anna whoops

Sam Houston's ass and squashes this senseless revolt.

You support Santa Anna?

That explains your idea of law and order.

You gonna hang us too?

Not till you confess.

We did nothing wrong.

We ain't confessing to anything.

We'll see about that.

Yah!

Whoo!

We're drinking tonight on the general himself!

A special delivery from Santa Anna hiself.

Ha-ha!

Yeah, we got a case of whiskey--

Come and get it, boys!

Yeah, come get your provisions right here.

Whoo-hoo!

What do you need?

We got it.

Compliments of the Mexican Army.

Your new weapons, gentlemen.

There's whiskey on that wagon?

Compliments of the Mexican Army.

This ought to make you smile, boys.

Is there any molasses?

What did you get?

I got a whole sack of flour!

I reckon you boys can use these on the front line.

Papa!

You'd have me engage Santa Anna's army with almost

no chance of victory.

No, Sam, I regard you too highly.

But they would.

A boy came into my tent.

Given the circumstance, he didn't

recognize the commanding officer and ordered me to repair this.

My point being, despite his blunder,

it came to the right place.

His faith, regardless that it was initially misplaced,

will be rewarded nonetheless.

I ask for your trust, Tom.

That young boy gave it to me.

Uh, Mr. Secretary.

Uh, what are your orders, sir?

Ask him.

He's your general.

Deaf, I need to send some rangers out tonight,

three of your best riders.

- Colonel Baker, Colonel Sherman. - Yes, sir.

You are hereby ordered to serve in rear guard capacity.

Sam, that's a very bad idea--

You're most likely going to engage Santa Anna.

It's most likely I will, sir.

Pass it along.

Tomorrow we march!

Get a good rest tonight, men, to prepare to face your enemy

on the field of battle.