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Lord, I come to you alone, weak, sick at hear,

and awful stained.

Why?

Why you put me in this time and place when so many suffer?

As a child, we had bad eating, stale bread, and rotten meat

fed to us in troughs like hogs.

Rough smelly men, they came to me in the dead of night

when I still slept with rag dolls.

You made those men covet me.

Made me beautiful.

That's a curse.

A plain, black woman lives by her labors

at some kind of a home.

Her husband and children love her, help her endure.

This beauty, it bring me plenty of men,

but not one who loves me, not one who

walks beside me in this world.

Learning me to read and write, supposed to lift me up.

Make me better.

Tain't so.

My heart grows so cold.

I don't feel nothing.

I'm burning alive in the five mountain range.

I don't live.

I survive.

I exist.

But if my brother Jupiter loved Texas enough to die for it,

least I can do is my part to liberate it.

No matter what it costs me, on Earth and in heaven.

I have become what you made me.

I do not ask for forgiveness.

The worst I must do lies yet ahead.

In the good book you say there's a time to heal

and a time to kill.

I know which time it is for me.

I'm asking you for the strength to see it through.

You owe me at least that much.

Judge me as you will.

Amen.

Beautiful.

Did you enjoy the cock fight?

I won.

I always win.

Well I can always tell a champion cock

just by the looking inside.

Really?

Through the eyes one sees into the heart.

Be it beast or human.

Your man is fiercely devoted to you.

Why is he so jealous of me?

He was taken by Comanches.

The skulls take off his tongue, and sexual organ.

He-- He's never liked women since.

Well, then he certainly won't like this.

Here, papa.

Thank you, boy.

Nate.

Cone on, boy.

Drink it up.

Who wants to play some corn?

And pea's and tater's?

And squash and carrots.

And tomatoes and butter beans.

Whatever you want.

Nate, I think I'll finish up here.

You go on to town.

You fetch that Empresario Buckly.

You tell him we want some seeds and supplies.

And you tell him to put it on account.

Yes, sir.

Right quick.

I want to be planting by morning.

All right, children.

Back to your chores.

Yes, mama.

Thank you, gentleman.

To Texas, gentleman.

To Texas.

Care to partake?

My pa would surely forbid it.

Well, I ain't asking your pa.

I guess you're old enough to make your own decisions,

or ain't ya?

I've had it neat before, you know?

Oh, I'm sure you have.

Sarah?

- Sarah? - Oh, no.

It's my pa.

I'd like a word with my daughter.

You ought to get on back to the festivities.

Go on.

Come on along with me.

Or are you going to stay here with him?

I thought I told you to steer clear

of that no-account scallywag.

Look, I see you talking to him again, I swear,

I'll make you wish you hadn't.

You understand?

Is that why my mama ran off with that whiskey beveler?

Why you little.

Sarah.

Sarah, please.

Please.

All that thunder and racket, not a drop of rain.

Hell, Sam.

I ain't real sure if I should report you, or run like hell.

It's not a rain dance.

It's more of a combination war chant, purification ritual.

I'm cleansing my spirit, getting my mind set.

Does that do anything for you?

Not much.

A couple of my scouts came back.

Santa Anna is splitting up his army,

just like your spy gal said.

Deaf, you ever miss something you never

had and know you never will?

It doesn't stop you from missing them.

You could have knocked me over with a feather

when I saw Emily again.

Now she's, well--

I'll tell you this, the most precious moments that

ever come in this world is when a woman

loves a man just as he is.

That's it in a nutshell.

Good thing about talking to you, Deaf, I can tell you anything.

- Papa? - Shh.

- Get-- get in the bedroom. - Go on.

- Go to bed. - Go on.

You're standing behind me, woman.

Get to bed, and lock the door.

Get the guns.

Get in the cellar.

I got you.

I got you.

Papa?

I got you. I got you.

It's all right.

All right.

Hang on.

Hold on.

I got you.

All right.

Stay over there.

Stay over next to your brother now.

All right.

I want you to push this on you.

I want you to push this on you now.

Buck?

Come on.

We got to close it.

Kids!

Kids!

Get back here.

Get back here.

Bucky!

Bucky!

Stephanie!

Lucas!

Come on.

Look out.

Go!

Miss Pauline?

Gator, you ever take a bank before?

Is a bullfrogs ass watertight?

Louisiana Canal bank, '32.

That was me and the Lamelle brothers.

The Lamelle brothers?

Yeah.

I was up river in the Pokey with the Lamelle brothers

in '32.

Oh.

Maybe it was '31.

Bullshit.

Here's what you call irony.

Swear, Hard Case, you just plain bad luck.

Me?

Since I met you I've been bushwhacked, robbed, almost

killed, now about to hang.

That's mighty kind of you, ma'am.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Did you do what Empresario said?

No, ma'am. He's railroading us.

I believe it.

My husband, Nerastrus, he's with the rangering company.

Deaf Smith, capitan.

No mollycoddling the prisoners.

Giving you one more day.

If you're still reluctant to admit your guilt,

I'm going to have to let Clarence

offer some encouragement.

Clarence is an artist.

Mister, he smacks me with that whip,

he best not stop till I'm dead.

Fair enough.

Although, a legal hanging would be much more civilized.

One more day, gentleman.

Tell General Gains to be prepared

in an event that Mexican's venture into the neutral zone.

Sir, they're camped out by the border,

but I'm not aware of any Mexicans

active in the neutral zone.

Well, go out there and find them, son.

They're out there.

I promise.

Mr. President, what if in following your orders

General Gaines runs into the Mexican army?

Well, that'd be the luckiest day in Sam Houston's life.

Should Santa Anna follow General Houston across the border

and into the states, we could certainly

defend ourselves and give that arrogant peacock

the beating he deserves.

Help!

Hey, help.

Somebody help.

Come on!

She's bleeding.

Let's go. Come on.

She's bleeding.

.

What happened, boy?

Comanche.

Comanches.

Comanches.

Rapido, agua.

This road take you back up to Trinity and Nacogdoches.

Road here, Harrisburg.

Straight as a compass.

Very well.

Gentlemen, this way lies the Sabine river and the safety

of the United States.

That way, Santa Anna and the Mexican army.

Which way, men?

What do you remember?

Remember the Alamo!

Remember the Alamo!

You let them decide, huh?

A man will fight harder if he thinks the decision is his own.

Besides, they know which way.

I am stuck in this Texas shit hole.

Sweaty.

Chasing rats.

These Texas rebels are to stupid.

They know they've lost.

I'm tired of this war.

I am going to end it.

Your clemency, Our scout reported

that Houston has turned around and coming this way.

Uh-huh.

The plains of San Jacinto.

They've affirmed and halted their retreat.

Perfect.

Bait the trap.

Eventually the rat stumbles into it.

Honor and glory are upon us.

Call up our dispatch riders, and send for our..

This is our moment.

Gentleman, God delays, but he doesn't deny.

I believe he's given us our battlement.

Calvary cannot operate in such thick woods.

They can't flank us through the marsh.

There's just the field between us and them.

If they decide to cross it, we'll

report fire from these woods and cut them to shreds.

Lay camp in the woods by company.

Spread the word.

Lay camp by company in the woods.

Spread the word.

Fortify your position.

Houston is exactly where we want.

Erect every tent we have in plain sight.

Build fires in front of each one.

Make sure they burn all night.

The rebels must not know we're not yet at full force.

Build barricades there.

Broad brush, everything we can find

to protect the camp from a front or assault.

Position artillery there.

Golden standard on the hill.

I want scouts in the field now.

I want everything ready before sunset.

Position the cannons here.

Right away, sir.

I want centuries posted there, there,

and that rise over yonder, directly across the river.

Tell them not to engage.

Ranger and companies to reconnoiter Santa Anna's army.

Stay out of the proximity of any advancing troops.

Yes, sir.

My brave men, soldiers of freedom, I know you are tired.

But by your heroic tire, you save the life

of the man next to you.

If we are all willing to die for each other

we will all live to see our homes again.

Viva Mexico!

Viva!

Once the defenses are in place, I'll attack.

What about reinforcements, your excellency?

The rest of our armies are on their way.

These appear to be defensive dispositions.

Houston, can't still intend to delay.

If you believe in the power of aggressive tactics,

you got the wrong general.

Men, get a good rest and a meal in you.

One fire per unit without exception, dowsed at sundown.

I want all weapons serviceable and ready

to fire, legs honed razor sharp.

Fresh powder and ball for every rifle.

In addition to cannon balls, chop

of horseshoes, wire, and any scrap metal on hand

to feed the sisters.

Let's let them know we're here.

Yes, sir.

That is all.

James?

I'm sorry.

Make sure we've got enough water.

The Comanches are running wild.

We're going to need a couple of extra gun hands.

Then you better go find some.

We ain't doing shit for you.

It's not me you need to help.

It's the good people of this town.

Besides, I've been re-evaluating the evidence.

Evidence?

A few things I've confiscated from those young brigand's.

My wrist cuff?

No.

But let's see, there's a rifle, and a scabbard,

saddlebags with some kind of initial.

It might have been an H. Oh.

Oh, yeah.

A big, brown stallion, and what looks like a fine Tennessee

thoroughbred.

Our horses.

You help us get through this, I might

recollect where I stabled them.

Why, you lowdown.

You son of a bitch.

Would have preferred hanging you and keeping the horses.

But now, well, necessity requires your help.

Take them alive.

Come on.

I got him.

Son, what you got in that pouch?

Well, this is getting mighty old.

Elwood, you had best set your mind to hold this ground,

or we will all be buried beneath it.

Let's see, swamp in front of us, wall of pine

behind us, black flag, devil music, whole mess of Mexicans.

That sound familiar to any of y'all?

You mean the Alamo?

Oh.

Looks like someone just lit Nose's lantern.

Here.

Houston is a damn idiot.

I told y'all, it's a lost cause.

Shut it, Vern.

I've had enough of your whining, your gum flapping.

You shut me up then, you octoroon zambo.

Ain't a white man.

Ain't a red man.

What is you, then?

I will show you what I am.

Hey, hey. Hey.

Break It up.

Break it up.

- Get over here. - Come on.

That's enough.

Get off him.

I said, that's enough, Vern.

Get up.

Get off me.

Pull them horns in before you kill each other.

Settle down.

Now I'm trying to put together a nice meal.

Go get us some biscuits and molasses.

Ain't nobody ought to die on an empty stomach.

What do you know? Anderson ain't perfect.

I've never seen no Injun fall of a horse.

Let me give you a hand, Sarge.

Rebecca.

Now don't tell nobody, Santa Anna's got us trapped.

You and Sara need to find a safe place.

You know what he does to prisoners.

Whatever happens to you happens to me.

I'm not going anywhere.

Shoot.

Come her.

What are you hiding back there?

It's nothing.

Come on.

- What are you hiding back there? - It's nothing.

Come on. What are you hiding?

Come on.

Come on. Give it.

Come on.

Come on.

Did you write me something?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't want it to be true.

Should know I ain't that lucky.

So where's your fiance now?

Gavin's up north.

Setting up our homestead.

Best go be with your man.

Like I said, it ain't safe here.

What do you need this for?

So you can shoot me with it?

No.

It's for protection, Antonio.

Protection?

No!

You want to kill me?

Huh?

That's what you want?

Antonio!

Keep her under guard.

You men, place that barricade down next to the other one.

Fill up that gap.

You heard the general.

Caught Santa Anna's dispatch rider.

It says here, Generals Filisola, Cos, and Urrea

are en route to join him.

Cos's troops, only hours away.

I told you, squandering our opportunity.

That's just for show, to let us know he's here.

The prisoner, stop him.

Dammit.

Get those goddamn two.

What the hell?

Nobody said shoot him.

He was at the Alamo.

How do you figure that?

It was Colonel Travis' saddle bags.

Ah, just two degrees left.

Give them more to worry about.

Make sure they get no sleep tonight.

Fire!

Pull those cannons back.

Pull those cannons back.

Not yet!

Let's answer his Excellencies greeting.

Fire on my command.

Fire one!

Fire two.

Excellent.

Now we know.

They have at least two six-pounders.

An officer should know how to fire them.

Cease fire.

He's done.

Made his point.

What's gone at you, Sam?

This.

I want you to take Carns and ride out to Vince's bridge.

Let me know if Santa Anna gets reinforced.

I believe they are about to attack, your Excellency.

They won't attack.

But prepare as if they will.

Yes, sir.

Send a squad of cavalry.

Just to test them.

Yes, sir.