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Colby!

Hey.

Round up men for a posse.

We got a rescue mission.

Where is Deaf?

Over there.

Show the way.

Can't go with you, I'm sorry.

Got my belly full of killing.

I'll shoe your horses and fix your tack free of charge

any time you want.

Erastus is done rangering.

Let him know piece in his final days.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

We're just here to look after his well-being,

and to pay our respects.

You think I don't see?

There's trouble somewhere.

You want men.

There's been a kidnapping.

Yeah, the lady who helped us beat Santa Anna.

You found Emily West?

You get back in that bed.

I gotta take a country leak, woman, unless you

want to mop up this floor.

Bueno.

Deaf, this is--

Captain Smith.

Name's Jack Hayes, this here's Bigfoot Wallace.

It's a real honor to meet you, sir.

Are you the Tennessee turned up,

saved this town from the Comanches?

Yes sir.

That was nice work.

Thank you.

Hey, come on.

Deaf, we're not here to give you any trouble.

We don't want to cause a commotion.

We just want to know--

Though we could use your advice.

Please.

Advice.

Don't marry a woman that can whoop you.

She'll make you piss yourself.

Portilla's got her, don't he?

That's right.

Think I remember seeing him ride off.

Figured she was dead.

Didn't tell nobody.

I'm gonna need a new mount.

Done.

Excuse me.

Deaf, no.

If you go out that door, we know you ain't coming back.

Lupe, darling.

I am coughing blood and farting dust.

Now, I reckon I can die in that bed watching all

your caterwauling, or I can die I as I tried my damnedest

to live all my days--

like a man.

You've done real good keeping me around this long.

Can you do one more thing?

You mind fetching me my clothes?

Those look real good.

You mind your chores.

And you be a comfort to your ma, you hear?

Now, when you get older, I'm going to expect

you to account for yourself.

Texas is going to need a young lady like yourself.

All right?

Very proud of you.

There ain't words for how much I love you.

Make way!

Hey darling.

You want to come up?

Uh-huh.

Sam?

Sam, you in there?

Sam, you here?

Got somebody come a long way to see you.

Morning, Sam.

Tom.

Every shoeless shepherd, every farm boy

dreaming on a haystack, even every clerk

with slicked back hair finds love except me.

Well, if it's love you're looking for,

Sam, this is hardly the place to find it.

What I find here is consolation.

Doc, I left a bottle of whiskey under the bed.

Would you be good enough to fetch it for me?

Mr. Secretary.

I'm going to need a hand here.

All righty.

Oh!

Say hello to Miss Julie.

Hi, Miss Julie.

Ah.

Tell Mrs. Kenworth to send up some breakfast

for General Houston.

You understand me?

Julie?

And no more whisky!

Well, now let you in the recreational phase

of your recovery, perhaps you can attend

to the business in Texas.

Business of Texas, Tom?

The battle is won.

The New Orlean Greys have taken Santa

Anna to Orozimbo Plantation.

They're holding him prisoner.

They want to start war and take Mexico.

We don't want another war now, do we?

What we do want is a formal peace treaty with Mexico.

That's what we need.

Your enemies are conspiring against you as we speak.

Burnet?

Among others.

The man's as sharp as a butter knife.

Sam, Texas is in a state of chaos,

and you're the only man who can fix it.

We're going to lose everything we fought for if you don't.

I have already lost everything.

Is that so?

You won Texas.

I suggest you finish up your little party here and come once

us, and we'll get back home and fix Texas before it's too late.

That cause is the province of politicians.

And I am merely a military commander.

Good night, Tom.

Good night, Doc.

Good night, Miss Julie.

What if Houston returns in time for election.

Damn it.

The man retreats to victory, and then

transmogrifies himself by grog house gaggle into a hero.

A hero that'll sweep his ass right into this office.

That's President Jackson.

He and Houston want to annex our Texas.

Always been his plan to set Texas up in the states.

We'll publicize the fact that the big drunk,

he abandoned his post, with a wound that didn't prevent him

from whoring and boozing, while Texas

wallows in hunger and chaos.

Expose his unholy affinity for savages.

Yes, he's the greatest curse of providence in all its wrath

has sent to our country.

Sullied the reputation of countless women,

abandoned two wives.

If the people truly knew him as we do--

But they do!

They don't care!

No, the more men of integrity and reason

that loathe Sam Houston, the more our drunken public

loves the bastard.

Papa, it's the murderer.

Get over here.

Andale, andale, come on.

Keep 'em inside.

Seen a woman, lost her family to the Comanches.

You know her?

Mrs. Pauline Wykoff, most likely.

Where might she be?

On that road yonder, about six miles.

What business do you have with her?

What business is that of yours?

I want no trouble here.

Well then we want the same thing.

I know what you are.

Well, then you know to leave me be.

Nueces, stay back.

Ya!

Hey.

What if we storm the place from all sides, surprise them.

I couldn't sneak up on a dead mule.

I best stay here.

Let them keep drinking.

Here's something that might work.

All right.

Go.

Boss!

Deaf!

Did you think they forgot about you?

Burn it.

Portilla's coming!

We got to get!

Woo!

We did it!

Let's go.

I got him.

Ya!

Deaf!

Colby!

I wanted to do something good.

Well boy, you's doing better than good.

You's the one who Santa Anna himself.

Yep.

That made my sis proud.

Yeah, it did.

Colby.

This here's Ms. Emily West.

She's going to need us to look after her for a spell.

There you go, ma'am.

Papa!

Hey, little one.

She ain't the only one needing caring for.

Y'all are coming to stay with me.

I just need a place to die.

Howdy y'all.

Me and my partner was wondering, what

do we got to do to join up with the rangering company?

It's a pretty involved process.

Kind of a secret, actually.

Initiation?

A swearing in?

What?

Yep, all of that.

Sacred ritual.

Tell you boys what, you keep riding with us,

we'll see if you've got what it takes.

Buy y'all a drink?

No.

Miss Pauline!

Miss Pauline!

Miss Pauline!

What brings you here, mister?

I am corrupted by war, unrecognizable to myself.

An ugly man.

She asked you a question.

I feel kinship with you.

You calling me ugly?

No, ma'am.

You're most beautiful.

Now I know you're lying.

In your suffering, I still love.

In mine, hatred.

Your pain, it draws light into the world.

My pain, repels it.

Pretty words.

You ain't come calling have you, cause I ain't ready for that.

No, ma'am.

The only thing I have to offer is my own dismay.

And an ugly, ugly, ugly history that's beyond redemption.

You would allow me some solace if you would accept this.

Where did you get it?

What matters now is that it can't be returned.

I can't touch it.

No, ma'am.

It must be used for good.

Hence, it's yours.

Hope it lightens your burden.

What's your name?

Tom Mitchell.

Well, Mr. Mitchell, I got a pot of a ham and beans

on the coals.

You're going to have to clean up proper.

Yeah.

Nate, fetch me my shears.

Gracias.

Al agua.

You don't have nothing we haven't seen before.

Andale, andale.

Come on.

I'm much obliged Mrs. Wykoff, ladies.

It was a mighty fine supper.

It's too late to travel, Mr. Mitchell.

You can sleep in the barn.

Thank you, ma'am.

They may have cleaned you up.

Deaf, he's our guest.

I know you.

Deaf.

We don't treat people like that in this house.

He ain't people.

I know who you are.

He ain't wrong.

I'm grateful for everything you've done.

Mr. Mitchell, sit.

Whatever happened in the war don't matter now.

We're all starting over.

Thank you.

General's back.

Welcome back, General.

Men.

The celebrations can wait.

I want the prisoners released.

God damn, what is the meaning of this?

The Greys say they're following

President Burnet's orders.

Burnet can stick his head up his ass

and wait for the blowback.

Might clear the fog in his thinking.

You heard the General, open up.

Please accept my apologies, Se or Presidente.

Have them prepare a hot bath, a warm meal, and whatever

medical care his Excellency may require

in preparation of his journey.

What journey?

I have arranged an invitation for you to visit Washington.

Washington?

Andrew Jackson.

You are truly a man of your word.

Come, Almonte.

Let's see where the road leads us.

John Coffee Hayes, General Houston, late of Tennessee.

This is my associate, Bigfoot Wallace.

Sir.

Knew your father well.

My sympathies for your loss.

Flores and Anderson tell me you helped rescue Miss West.

Well done.

Your father would have been proud.

Karnes.

Sir.

I'm going to St. Augustine with Secretary Rusk.

I want you and the Rangers to deliver

El Presidente to General Gaines at the border.

I'll meet up with you after.

Boys, get some grub inside you.

We've got a new mission.

We're taking Santa Anna to the US border.

It's warm.

Here.

Mrs. Wykoff.

I have some business with you today.

And I with you.

Payment in full.

I'll have that deed.

10% was due August first.

It's now September, I have foreclosed.

We planted late 'cause of the war, just like everybody else.

The war has no bearing on the terms.

By law, you must vacate immediately.

I can pay in full.

I undersold.

I am housing a sick Ranger.

You should have thought of that before you insulted

me at my place of business.

Your land is now forfeit, as well as the collateral with it.

Collateral, what collateral.

Your slave.

Recollect your husband had no cash to put down.

You can't have Nate, he's free.

I done freed him.

Weren't the case when your husband assigned him to me.

My husband Deaf Smith is a Ranger.

Your husband's a lunger!

A goner!

He ain't going to do shit.

What about this one?

What about her?

I'm no slave.

But I'll work for you.

Emily.

The money.

And my employ for one year, and then the debt is clear.

Indentured servitude.

Two years.

With contract, all legal-like.

I hold the deed until she completes her service.

I am constantly amazed by the depths of the human heart.

Sir.

Sir, sir.

They took her.

They done took her.

May I?

My daughter's.

She and my boy and my wife--

they were slaughtered right before my eyes.

I answered with a storm of fire and blood.

I became death.

Buckley deserves killing like few other men, ma'am.

Romans 12:19, "Beloved, never avenge

yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God.

For it is written--"

"Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord."

Amen.

There are other ways to help Emily.

And you sir, are more than welcome here.

You have any idea what a man must

endure who lives such a life?

No, you cannot.

No man can, unless he lives it himself.

I'm having to pay for my sins, and I will.

But until Judgment Day, I will not harm another living soul.

I'll watch over Emily.

Miss Pauline, have I done you wrong?

Goodness gracious, now.

Then why'd you free me?

Where I gonna go?

Where I gonna go, Miss Pauline?

You can stay with me like always.

All right, you're still my slave,

but it's our little secret.

Thank you, Miss Pauline.

Clear the road, boys, President Jackson's waiting.

Been thinking it's high time to find me a nice plump woman,

and I mean real plump.

I'm 25 years old, I gotta--

Comanches!

Watch out!

Gator, no!

Stop!

Portilla, stop!

We need to parlay.

Cease fire.

I don't need anyone to rescue me.

I'm going to the White House.

Get out, all of you!

Go!

Now!

Muy bien, su excelencia.

Come usted dice.

Vamanos!

That's his son.

- He's gone. - It's Beans.

He said it'd be Comanches.

Help me with him.

What's Bean's real name?

It's Lloyd, or Leonard.

Heard somebody say one it once.

Name was George, or Josiah, or Jeremiah.

No, no, no Maurice.

Or Benedict?

I hate to say it, gentlemen, but it must have

been something prissy, right?

Because, I mean, like, Archibald or Percy or something.

Because otherwise why-- why wouldn't he use his own name?

A man needs his Christian name on his grave marker.

- Yeah. - Yes he does.

Yes sir.

Well, he'll always be Beans to me.

- Beans it is. - Beans.

- Yeah, beans. - Beans.

Beans.

Mm.

Such a waste you won't lie on your back rather than break it.

It's not like spreading your legs is a trade unknown to you.

I've informed Clarence to spare you the whip.

No one's scar.

You'll break soon enough.

Men will line up out the door to bed the mistress of Santa Anna.

I'm looking for work.

I can keep books, I used to clerk.

I'm willing to do almost anything.

You look familiar.

Do I know you?

No, I don't recollect.

Name's Tom Mitchell.

I need some help with these big doings today.

I suppose I could trust you to tending bar.

You short me so much as a nickel,

I'll hack off your hand.

Inside.

You do not at any time lighten her burden.

Understood?

Vamos.