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Whoa, whoa!

Howdy Marshall.

'Bout time you got here.

Shut up, Elliott.

We got ladies too.

Afternoon, ladies.

If you don't shut up, I'll shackle you up top.

Now you wouldn't wanna deliver an innocent man

for retrial all trail-worn, would ya?

Innocent.

Hell, you're gonna hang.

Don't bet your saddle on that, Marshall.

Whoa.

- Alice, the tea's ready.

Would you like another cup?

- No, no thank you, Mrs. Perkins.

- She died of pneumonia.

- Pneumonia?

- Yeah.

- Who?

- The teacher.

Do you miss school?

- Nope.

- It's no, not nope.

- I know.

You know, you don't look nothin' like a teacher.

Really?

Just what do I look like?

- Like a lady.

- Well thank you.

That's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me.

- That's okay.

- Do you know how to read? - Sure.

- If I gave you a book for a present,

would you promise to read it?

- Sure.

Does it have any pictures in it?

- Yes, it has lots of pictures in it.

- Sure, I can read it.

But why do you wanna give me a present?

- Because I like you.

And anyways, it'll give me a great deal of pleasure

to be able to give you something.

Okay then.

- Good, you stay right there.

Would you kindly get out of my way?

I have to get something.

- My pleasure, ma'am.

- There she is.

Let's get it!

She's right down there about a mile or so.

- I reckon, Pudge, you'd be glad to see us.

Some questions.

- Boggs, she'll sure be surprised.

Let's get it on.

C'mon!

- Get down, ladies.

- It's a holdup.

Now stay down.

- Hey you, pull off!

Pull off them horses!

Pull on over there. - I can't!

- Stop them horses.

Stop them horses! - I can't!

- Put 'em guns down!

Lower your guns!

Get off of there!

Get off of that stagecoach!

Move!

Move I said!

- Greetings.

Gentlemen, greetings.

Helluva nice day?

- Move I said.

C'mon, get out from there!

- Now, come on.

- Good to see ya.

C'mon, hurry up.

The man said move.

Now move it.

Hey, pretty women.

I love it.

I love it.

- All right, load it up.

- Yeah!

How much you figure we got?

- Plenty.

Ladies, out.

Hey, where's Mondo?

Speak English, will ya?

- You got it back there. - That's better.

Here, load this.

You know, you're going to go along with us.

It's been a long, long time for me.

- Leave her alone.

- Leave her alone, leave her alone.

Teach her a lesson.

Yeah.

You're going to go along with us.

- You pig, you pig, you pig.

- You killer her.

- No shit.

Yeah, sure is a fine day.

Hey Jamie, finish him.

This'll make sure

- Put her on my horse.

Unhitch the horses.

No reason why they're going to wind up being

buzzards bait too.

- Hey, boss man.

We've had it.

Let's find a place to camp?

- You're right.

Go on ahead and see if he can find something.

- All right, come on.

What you looking at, Andrews?

- The woman.

- Don't get any fancy ideas.

She's mine.

- How about we cut cards?

High man gets first.

Next high is second.

- Now I told you, she's mine.

What you do after I'm through is your business.

I don't care.

If you want to cut cards, cut cards.

- Yeah, Pudge is right.

Besides he's been in jail some time?

Want some peyote?

- Hell, it was his idea.

He oughta have first.

I don't mind seconds.

Give me them cards, Andrews.

Give 'em to me.

King, I got a king.

Let me have a card.

Lordy lordy won't she look fine.

Come on, Andrews, pick a card.

- Please.

Please

- Hey, let's go someplace private.

These mules, they've got no manners.

Whoa there.

Hold her, hold her.

Strip her, stake her out, Indian style.

I'll show you, you goddamn fox.

- Hey, Pudge. - Hey.

- You know we got us a Virgin?

- You mean we had us a virgin.

- Yeah.

- Did you kill her?

- I broke her in, that's all.

She's all yours, boys.

- Hey, that's my woman.

Hold it.

- Figure they'll be looking for a gang,

so we'll stand a better chance if we split up.

- We just got back together.

- And we'll be together permanent

if they ever catch up with us.

- What makes you so sure

there's gonna be a posse after us?

Shit, man.

Does the sun come up in the mornings?

- First of all, are going to be looking for me,

the gold, and somebody just might've been waiting for her.

And when they find no sign of her at the stage,

they'll come tracking.

- Yes, I think we found it.

Come on.

- And we'll all meet in El Paso in about three months.

I figure by that time, this will all be forgotten.

- Whatever you say, Pudge.

Why can't I go with you?

- Because we draw less attention if we go alone.

Besides there's a cattle drive

going from Phoenix down to the railhead at Wilcox

and I aim to be with it.

- Cattle drive?

The sun got you or something?

That's work, boss man.

- Yeah.

It's $8000 in your kick.

Why do you want to work so hard?

That's crazy.

- It's smart crazy.

Who's going to be looking for a gold-heavy stud

sweating it out on the trail.

Why don't you use your head once in a while, Heidi?

- True, true.

Tip my hat to you, Pudge.

- Me, I go to Stein.

Good woman and drink there.

- They're better in Tucson.

If Karl shows up in Tucson, they'll stretch your neck.

Ain't that right?

- Yeah.

Stein is much better for me.

Then maybe go to Red Rock, gamble with mine there.

- Well, I'm heading in around Tucson.

Find me a job.

Maybe...

Maybe ranch hand.

What about you, Cat?

- Silver City.

- Why you going there?

I don't know.

I never been there.

That's all.

- I'll ride as far as Lordsburg with the.

What's there?

- Nothing.

I ain't never been there, that's all.

- God almighty.

Mayor Perkins' wife.

God almighty.

- Jesus, Allan, they must be crazy.

They blew all the wagons apart with a shotgun.

- Henry didn't have a chance.

Bastards.

Well, Zane, get some blankets here

to wrap them and get them back to town.

- Where's the school teacher.

Don't see no sign of her.

- You reckon she didn't take the stage.

- She took it, all right.

Marsha telegraphed they were gonna

meet him with his prisoner, Pudge Elliott.

He added that the teacher was right pretty.

Now that woman's purse.

That must be the schoolteacher's.

- Track's heading northeast.

There was a bunch of 'em.

One of 'em was real deep.

Must've been carrying heavy.

They took her with them.

God almighty.

- What about her?

- What about her?

- Go back and cut her loose?

- What for?

- I don't know.

I thought-

- Let's ride.

- We've been gone for some time.

Make camp here and strike out at first light.

Got a good head start, but we'll find 'em.

- Allan! - What?

- Allan!

Pieces of a woman's dress.

Stakes.

- Stripped her down.

Stripped her down and tied her up.

Sons of bitches.

Look at this.

- Moccasin, Apache.

- Jesus.

You figure there was Indians?

- They're white men.

Their horses were shot.

- Here's one that ain't.

An Indian pony.

What do you think, Sheriff?

- I don't know.

Have a careful look around and see what we can come up with

before dark.

God willing she's still alive.

- If the Apaches got her, she's better off dead.

- Look at this!

Take a look!

You think she fared any better with white men?

Jesus, look at it!

Look at this.

- Woman, white woman.

How many of are there?

Can you see?

No, just shoot at anything that moves.

They're Indians, all right, though.

I can smell 'em.

Did you get him?

Well, he lit out like a rabbit with his ass a-fire.

He was yelling something.

I might've hit him,

but he's probably drunk, stray.

He asked something.

I could just about make it out, out there.

Pay it no mind, woman.

Whatever it be, it'll keep till morning.

We'll have a look see then.

You go bed down.

I'll sit and watch a while.

- There's signs they split.

Figure we'll do the same.

Or we won't.

Ride 'em down one at a time.

Let's get at it.

Dry.

Droppings are dry, but they came this way.

- Thank you.

It's alive.

- Sheriff, the boys have been talking.

We've been out three days now.

We gotta be getting back.

- Yeah, Allan, we all got families

and jobs and such.

- We'll find them.

- Allan, we've got no supplies.

We go back to town and stock up.

I'll ride out with you again.

- Yeah, you're right, just.

Let's pack it in, boys, let's go home.

- Yeah.

Alice.

Alice.

- Alice.

- Alice.

- Alice.

- Alice.

- Alice.

Alice.

- Yes.

- Alice.

- And you?

- Chatto.

Chatto.

- Chatto.

Chatto, that's very beautiful.

Sounds almost Spanish.

I know.

Chatto Flatnose.

Chatto Flatnose.

- Chatto.

- Got one in Lordsburg loaded down with gold.

Going after him.

- Sheriff, that's New Mexico territory.

You got no authority there.

- This is the only authority I need to go after that bunch.

Men, I swore I'd go after them animals.

I aim to do just that.

- I don't know, Allan.

Lordburg's a far piece.

- I know.

I need help and I'd take it as right friendly

if you'd ride with me.

- You're perfect.

You know that?

Look at him.

Is he for me?

Is he?

He's just like yours.

- Lee, Lee, horse.

- Lee.

Lee.

Alice.

- What's in there?

Why do you want to send me away, Chatto?

Why?

Why, Chatto?

I don't want to go.

Don't make me go, Chatto, don't make me go.

Chatto, please.

Please try to understand.

I don't have any place to go.

I got...

I wanna stay with you.

I need you, Chatto.

Chatto, I need you to help me find them.

I need you.

- Well, crap out or call.

What it gonna be?

- Now, don't get your balls in an uproar, mister.

Waiting and studyin' and figurin'.

That's what the game of Poker is all about.

- Boy howdy, that's the truth?

Hoping what you hold in your hand's

how you play the hand that you hold.

- Agreed.

- I don't need no learning when it comes to cards, asshole.

I make my bet and I'm waiting.

- Yes, sir.

The question is are you holding the hand you're playing

or are you playing this to figure you're stronger?

- Pay your bet and find out.

I might just raise you.

- You better have more than just that grin on your face

if you hope to win.

Well?

- I fold.

- Me too.

- More whiskey.

- It's in the tent.

- Get it yourself.

Well, that's strong enough

to hold the skinny fella.

Allan, I don't like this.

I don't like it at all.

- What is this?

- Give me,

give me my peyote.

Give me-

Why?

Why are you doing this to me?

- I'm gonna tighten this rope

till you loosen your tongue, boy.

I want the names of those that rode with you.

- I don't even know you.

I'll be taking the prisoner to Tucson now.

- Yeah, I got no stomach for hangings.

We got the prisoner.

- Give me my peyote.

- He ain't even been tried yet.

- Where's the school teacher?

- I don't know.

I don't,

Peyote.

Where the hell did that come from?

Over there.

Let's go.

- Well, we lost 'em.

I can't figure it out.

- Who in the hell were they?

- Apaches.

- What do Apaches have to do with that fella?

- They killed him to keep him quiet.

- That's for sure.

- Quiet about what?

- About the killings and the stage robbery and all.

- But they was white men.

The track showed that they were.

- That's right, damn it.

We found Indian sights at their camp, didn't we?

- Sure is clear.

- What do we do now, Allan?

- We'll rest a while

and go back and bury that felon.

- Come on, Jesse.

We have some funnin' to get.

What the hell's going on?

- Indians, Indians!

- All right, hold it.

You fellas having to take your chance.

Throw down your guns, you'll get a fair trial.

I'll give you my word on that.

- Martin?

Fair trial?

What kind shit is that?

We're the law.

You're all under arrest.

- Arrest?

What in the hell?

What did you say?

- We're the law.

We're the law.

You're all under arrest.

- What?

- Tucson Citizen's Posse.

Sheriff Martin Lord.

What did you say?

- Sheriff Martin Lord!

Tucson!

- Well, I'm a son of a bitch.

All right, hold it.

Take it easy, fellas.

Sheriff Allan Pierce, Phoenix.

- God damn.

Put up your weapons, men.

We've been shooting at the law.

God damn.

- Feel like a damn fool.

- Likewise.

- Anybody hurt?

- Ed?

Everybody all right?

- Matt Hallory got one in the leg

and Jimmy Tyler took some rock chips in the eyes,

but he'll be okay.

How do we look?

- Don't know.

- Well, goddammit, check!

- Yes, sir.

- We're a little jumpy.

Thought you might've been that bunch

that killed that fella in town last night.

- No, we've been out tracking after a couple of Apaches.

Murdered a prisoner of mine about five days ago,

and we've been running down signs ever since.

Prisoner we had was one of 'em in on the killing all right.

About the time he started to talk, they cut him down.

What's that got to do with Indians?

Apaches shot him.

Sheriff, some said in town

them that did the killing was dressed like Indians.

So they did.

Hey, Jess.

- I'll tell you what, Ed.

You ride back to town and send a telegram

to Fort Grant and Fort Boyd.

- Jess!

- Tell 'em we got Indian trouble

and could use some troopers.

- Jess, get those horses together.

- Take Matt with you.

- We gotta get outta here.

- Now if I could find my horse.

We oughta ride together seein' as how

we're looking for the same quarry.

All right.

Ha ha!

- Charlie Bogs here sporting a goose-egg big as your fist.

He was on guard last night

and they just up and hit him.

Tracks show they was Indians.

- Sure bum puzzles me.

I'm lucky though.

They could have killed me.

Apaches usually do.

- Yeah, but Apaches'll raid.

They'll steal bead or two.

Just for food.

Why the hell would he wanna take that fella for?

You say he signed on in Phoenix?

- Yeah.

He's a quiet fella, kept to himself.

Damn good worker though.

- That's all his gear right here.

- God, must be thousands here.

- More than likely his cut of the shipment.

Well, he's one of 'em, all right.

There's one of 'em, boys.

Let's get movin'.

- Who, who are you?

I know you.

I, you're a white woman.

What are you going to do?

Wait, no wait.

Please.

Please!

Please, God, God!

- Alice?

Alice?

Alice?

Alice?

- Hold up, hold it hold it.

Apache.

Let's go.

My God, it's a white woman.

It's a white woman.

- The school teacher.

- Grab that bastard. - He's in bad shape.

- She's in shock.

You filthy heathen son of a bitch.

- Alice.

Alice.

Alice.