Guns of Honor (1994) - full transcript
After the War of Secession, Southern farmers who are not in line with defeat foment rebellions against the central government.
[Horse whinnies]
[Coyote howling]
[Coyote howling]
[Cattle lowing]
They look good, Jack.
I'd say $2 a head
is a fair price.
I was hoping for $3.
But $2 and a half
will cover what I owe.
$2 and a half,
it's a deal.
Deal.
[Chuckles]
It looks like
you got a kill, Jack.
We'd better take a look.
[Cattle lowing]
[Hawks screech]
[Flies buzzing]
[Hawks screeching]
[Buzzing continues]
Poison weed.
Damn. Damn.
Dirty bastards.
Who would do such a thing?
That's my problem.
I'll sort this out.
I'm late with my taxes.
That's all.
The money for the herd
will take care of it.
Martha, Sam.
We've had enough, frieda.
We're leaving.
Come with US, please.
No.
Get some help, frieda.
You can't stand up
to malick on your own.
[Clicks teeth]
[Saw grinding]
Yo, come on.
[Barking]
I don't suppose you have
any idea who's poisoning
my cattle.
Your manners haven't improved
with age, Jack.
Just answer the question.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Jack.
I'd go take a look
at the north range
if I was you, Jeb.
This fool has dumped
poison weed in the water hole.
Poison weed!
Tring made a--
tring.
Someone should tell tring
cows ain't particular
where they drink.
We can't afford to lose cattle
any more than Jack Newman can.
He made a mistake.
Making mistakes is getting
to be a habit of his.
Anyone can make
a mistake, little brother.
You pay him
to collect taxes, big brother.
Tell him
to keep off the range
and out of my way.
Just what I don't need.
So what's wrong?
Ask your brother.
He'll know.
What?
Just leave it, Jeb.
Damn.
I'm heading out
by Newman's place.
[Horse whinnies]
[Frieda]
Whoa.
I got your supplies.
[Tapping morse code]
[Man]
Sam henslow finally up
and quit, Mr. Newman.
They set fire
to his barn.
I know.
Yeah, seems like
everybody's giving up.
Can't say as though
I blame him, though.
Times is hard enough without
messing with the troopers.
What about Jeb?
Jeb ain't here.
Wouldn't expect you
to quit, though.
He ain't quitting.
Just selling a few steers.
[Laughing]
You're behind
with your taxes, miss la salle.
The boss sent US to collect
the money you owe him.
Owe him?
Did we stop pretending
then, tring?
If you were as smart
as you make out,
you'd be on a horse
out of here.
You threatening me?
Why should I do that?
I wired dusty to come
and get 'em.
You didn't have to do that.
I could have delivered.
No, it's all right.
He's a lot younger
than you are.
He'll bring the cash
with him.
Here. Let me help you.
Let me go!
Get her off the street.
[Frieda screaming]
[Barking]
Let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go!
[Men chuckling]
Let me go!
She's kinda pretty
for such a skinny girl.
Don't!
[Barking]
Get their guns, miss.
Into your wagon.
Get out of town, frieda.
[Dog growling]
[Barking]
You just made a big mistake,
you and your friend.
Good move, malick.
Subtle.
Boris!
[Whistles]
The henslow deeds
will take about a week.
The rest is over
to you, partner.
Get the guns, stone.
[Stone]
Yeah, sure.
Wasn't for me, he'd still
be sitting on his fat ass
with a fancy title
and spit all in his pocket.
Who was that with Newman?
Don't know.
Clean yourself up.
Thank you.
Been a long time
since I helped rescue
such a pretty young lady.
Careful, Mr. Newman.
Tring's not gonna forget what
you and your friend just did.
I know that, frieda,
but don't you fret.
It's not the first time
me and old devil here
have crossed swords
with the likes of malick
or his henchmen.
No, but usually the army
is not on the other side.
Be careful, miss.
I'd stay out of town
for awhile if I was you.
It was about to get
real nasty back there.
Now you listen to me
for a minute, Jack.
I'm due over at fort Davis
by the end of the week.
Now you could tell me
to butt out if you want to,
but it seems to me like
you could really use
some help around here.
I've already wired dusty--
"expect trouble."
Now don't be stubborn,
Jack. Use him.
You said yourself,
good hands are hard to come by.
Maybe you're right.
The war is supposed
to be over.
The war is over.
We just never counted
on maggots like malick.
Don't worry. This madness
won't last forever.
It's lasted too long already.
[Man]
How many do you figure
we lost?
Most of these are Newman's.
[Cattle lowing]
One of these days your brother's
gonna go too far.
You'd better get him
to ease off those ranchers.
We'll bed down here.
[Boris barking]
[Horses whinnying]
Easy, Boris, easy.
[Gunfire continues]
What the hell?
[Screams]
It's coming
from the Newman place.
You bastard.
[Gunshot]
[Groans]
[Gunshot]
[Screams]
You should have minded
your own business,
old man.
[Laughing]
[Gunshot]
Jack!
Jack, you in here?
[Coughing]
Jeb!
Jack!
Get out of there!
[Coughing]
Jeb, hurry!
Get out of there.
There's no turning back now.
Not for anyone.
[Jeb]
Damn.
[Rooster crows]
Stay back there, ebb.
Anything you say, boss.
[Chuckles]
The old ticker of mine
couldn't take it anyhow.
Ebb!
You'd better have
a good reason for being here.
Lady, you're good enough
reason for any man.
Cut it out, kid.
Señorita.
Ebb!
I got 'em covered.
Give the lady
her towel, Miguel.
Go ahead.
Sorry, ma'am.
My name's fog, dusty fog.
We're looking for
the Newman ranch.
You friends of his?
Yes, sir.
He's dead.
You'd better step down
and let the lady
finish her bath.
[People chattering]
[Chattering stops]
[Piano playing]
Whiskey.
[Coin clinks on bar]
Got one of those
for me?
You get back here,
Lucille.
That saddle bum got
nothing you can use.
The young lady's made
her choice.
Well, maybe Jim and sly can help
her change it, gringo.
[Groans]
Anybody else
want to try?
What the hell's
going on here?
Relax, friend.
There's no need for anyone
else to get hurt.
Have a drink.
You just cost me
three good men.
Well, I guess
they weren't that good.
You could be right.
The name is malick.
Passing through?
Maybe.
Looking for work?
Where the hell do you think
you're going?
To let the young lady
earn her dollar.
Any objections?
Drop it, stone.
[Girl laughing]
We could use
a man like him.
Pity he's a reb.
Has anyone told you
the war is over?
Hire him.
Yeah, but--
[Door opens]
What the hell happened here?
Killing Newman was stupid,
but effective.
Two more ranchers
left yesterday.
That leaves the
la salle woman holding
the rest together.
Now, we get rid of her,
the rest will follow.
I want it wrapped up, tring.
Jeb ain't gonna like it.
I'll handle my brother.
You just follow orders.
Fine by me.
You handle Jeb.
I'll handle Jeb's woman.
There ain't nothing of Jeb's
you're gonna take, tring.
You want,
you go ahead and try.
And the next time
you get the urge to kill,
you clear it
with me first.
Get an eviction order
from elden.
Make it official.
I want her out
of here by morning.
Jeb pulled him clear,
but Jack was dead.
What did the sheriff do?
What could he do?
You know how it is.
Malick's a state appointee.
The sheriff's the sheriff
only as long as malick
lets him wear the badge.
Malick don't need the law.
He's got the troopers.
Besides, Ben elden isn't
the sort of man to stand up
to malick's gunmen.
What would it prove
if he did?
Señorita.
He'd only get himself killed.
I've told her
she should leave.
I am not leaving.
You don't have to.
Well, does she?
You were going to help Newman,
weren't you?
Maybe miss la salle
doesn't want our help.
I want help
all right.
But what I don't want
is more bloodshed.
We've had enough killin'.
I don't want
any more killin'.
Too bad.
[Horse whinnies]
Into the house.
What do you want?
Where's Jeb?
Jeb's busy.
His brother thinks
you're a bad influence.
You hear what
I'm saying, lady?
You ain't special no more.
And she ain't alone
no more, either.
A minute ago you could
have walked away from here.
You just made
a big mistake.
Like Jack Newman,
that kind of mistake?
You owe five years
back taxes.
There was a war.
Those taxes are crooked,
and you know it.
It's just an excuse
for you and your leeches
to take our land.
You know the law.
This here...
Is an eviction order.
So what's it gonna be, lady?
A tax for your ranch?
It's an eviction order,
all right.
You acting marshal?
No, I ain't the marshal,
but around here,
I am the law.
Says there she's got
seven days to pay.
So pay.
She will...
At brant's Ford.
That is the county seat,
isn't it?
And I'd guess this woman
would need a receipt now,
wouldn't she?
And I bet malick
is fresh out of receipts.
We'll be back.
We'll be waiting.
Yah!
[Horse whinnies]
What the hell's
Mark doin' here?
Whoa!
Take a couple
of the boys.
Let me know when
they make a move.
Nobody gets through
to brant's Ford.
Understood?
All right.
Come!
Get a receipt
and come right back.
Malick's using the law
so don't do anything that'll
make it easier for him.
Yep.
Please be careful.
Anything for a lady.
You ever worry
about me?
Only when
you're behind me.
He's not as dumb
as he looks.
Hup!
You know, payin' what you owe
ain't gonna stop it.
It's just the beginning.
You know that,
don't you?
For some reason,
malick wants this land.
Don't be fooled
by that uniform.
Tring's a hired gun.
And malick will use him.
What do we do?
[Ebb sneezes]
We take care
of our own.
Once it's started,
there's no quittin'.
I won't quit.
Come on!
We got ourselves
some movement.
Stone!
[Grunts]
Get moving!
There.
[Stone]
Oh, shit.
He's headin'
for brant's Ford.
You tell tring
we're goin' after him.
Come on,
let's go!
I'll take care of it,
Miguel.
What do you want, Jeb?
What's going on here?
Who's he?
That's none
of your business.
[Sighs]
Look...can we talk?
Alone.
[Uncocks gun]
So what'd they tell you?
That you hired some guns.
They would.
Things are gettin'
out of hand, frieda.
Don't tell me.
Tell your brother.
You can't just
hire guns.
Someone's gonna
get hurt.
Someone already did
get hurt, remember?
Jack Newman died.
I remember.
Frieda.
I wanna get out
of this place.
Let's leave, now,
you and me.
Right now.
We don't have to stick
around in this mess.
I don't believe this.
It's not our problem.
Of course it's our problem!
This is my land!
Those people are
our friends.
What is the matter
with you?
We can't
just walk away.
We've got
to do something.
You don't understand.
I do.
No, no, you don't.
You think you know
my brother.
You don't know
the half of it.
I can't do anything, frieda.
'Cause if I do,
there's only one way it'll end.
And I won't kill him.
Jeb, i--
get rid of the gunmen.
Jeb--
I can't. Your brother's
backed me into a corner.
What would have happened this
morning if I'd been on my own?
What am I to do the next time
tring attacks me in the street?
The bastard wouldn't dare.
No, he wouldn't.
Not unless he had
your brother's permission to.
Where are you goin'?
To see tring.
Tring's not the problem.
Damn.
[Horse whinnies]
Howdy, gents.
You lookin' for me?
Well...
Seems to me
like you all alone.
Hmm?
[Screams]
[Grunts]
I am now.
[Indistinct chatter]
Hyah!
Come on.
Looks like Jeb
has missed his luck again.
[Cowboys laugh]
Tring!
[Grunts]
Ahh!
Lay another hand on her,
tring, I'll kill you!
Ow!
[Groans]
What the hell
are you lookin' at?
[Tring coughs]
Things got a little
out of hand in town.
That's all.
Bull!
Tring's out of control.
And you know it.
Collecting taxes
is a tough job, Jeb.
But if people owe,
they gotta pay.
Tring's a low-life.
Who else is gonna
do the job?
Is tring sinking
to your level?
Or are you rising
to his?
If I don't do it,
somebody else will.
You can't use that
against me anymore, Brent!
After four years of war,
you're not the only
cripple in town.
In fact, you're one
of the lucky ones.
You're right.
I never meant to use it
against you, brother.
If--
if I did,
I'm sorry.
If it means
so much to you,
I'll try one more time--
try and sort something out
with frieda.
But I'll tell you, Jeb,
if she and her gunmen
won't see reason--
Jeb!
Horses comin'!
Tring, it's stone.
Ahh!
This one's alive.
Bring him here.
[Gasps]
What the hell happened?
The bastard
bushwhacked US.
It wasn't our fault,
Mr. Malick.
He's real fast.
We didn't stand a chance.
Go on, cut 'em down.
Telegraph Murphy.
Tell him the breed
is on his way.
Tell him I don't
wanna see him back here.
[Grunts]
Who's Murphy?
Military governor
over in brant's Ford.
He and malick are partners.
Malick drives them off,
and Murphy grabs their land.
And it's all legal.
Shouldn't have
left it so long.
[Gasps]
Ahh!
Son of a--
Malick wants you.
The meeting's over.
Now isn't that interesting?
Yeah.
What would she
want with him?
We'd better find out.
Hadn't we?
Hmm.
[Laughs]
What's goin' on?
Change of plan.
They're layin' for the kid
at brant's Ford.
How--
I'll explain later.
What are we
gonna do?
Miguel's gonna borrow
some of your horses.
He's going to ride
and warn them.
Will you be
all right?
Si.
What are you waitin' for?
Adios, señorita.
He makes me laugh
but he'll do it.
Now, if I could just get US
out of town in one piece.
[Clicks teeth]
Here you go.
Whoa.
The boss
wants to talk.
There's noth--
maybe you oughta listen
to what he's got to say.
Smart.
Frieda.
Jeb told me
you were in town today.
Please...
Have a seat.
Meeting go well?
Ask Jeb.
He seems to keep you
well-informed.
Frieda, Brent didn't ask you
in here to fight.
No?
Then why did he?
To make you an offer.
I'll buy your land.
Look, if your taxes
aren't paid in five days,
you're gonna
lose it anyway.
Take it.
Pay your taxes,
start again
somewhere else.
Get married,
move out west.
There's plenty of land
out west.
Never.
Will you listen
to what Brent's saying?
No!
No damn yankee's gonna
force me off my land.
No one's forcing you.
So, sheriff, you just gonna
stand here and let this happen?
Let what happen?
All I heard was
an offer for property
that ain't worth spit.
Yeah?
There won't be any more
ranchers leavin'.
No?
Then they'll have to pay.
Blood or money.
It's all the same to me.
Whose blood?
You know,
a man ought to think
real hard
before he gambles with stakes
he can't afford to lose.
I tried, little brother.
Get out.
[Gasps]
I told you
not to hire a reb.
I'm gonna kill
that bastard.
Not yet.
You'll get your chance.
Not until I know who
they're working for.
Frieda sure as hell
ain't payin' 'em.
Murphy?
Spying on me?
I really don't think so.
Who, then?
Somebody who wants
what I've got.
Newman's friend, maybe.
Not a lot of people with money
to buy cattle these days,
or gunmen.
Nobody takes what's mine.
Anyone who tries...
Is gonna get hurt.
Yah! Yah!
Come on!
Let's go!
Yah!
[Cowboys laughing]
[Woman]
Get out of here,
you yankee pig!
Just leave US alone!
Out of he--
whoo-hoo!
No!
You finished, tring?
[Tring laughs]
Where should I tie her up
for you?
Hope you're as fast
with that gun of yours
as you are
with your mouth.
Try me.
Nobody's payin'.
Yet.
We've got work to do.
Move out.
That's a running iron.
What's goin' on here?
Your brother bought himself
a herd.
They're Newman's.
Not anymore.
Newman's dead.
Taxes still gotta
be paid.
Get 'em cheap, did he?
Don't know.
You don't know.
You running this ranch now?
No, sir.
Just helpin' out.
Finish up here,
then report back to the ranch.
Move out.
Come on!
Let's go!
Hey-hah!
Been lookin'
for you.
Here I was,
hopin' for Lucille.
You know,
that was stupid, Mark.
She could have got
you both killed.
She wasn't exactly subtle.
She wasn't exactly bright.
No.
I thought you was
in Mexico.
Got tired of chili beans.
You know who did this?
Tring.
How come he's still breathin'?
Because there's more to it
than just tring.
What are you doin' here?
Helpin' out.
Still playin' the hero, huh?
You haven't changed much,
either.
You sent Miguel out
after the kid?
Murphy's a yankee
military governor.
Malick's payin' him
to keep his eyes shut.
They're makin' a lot of money
movin' in on abandoned ranches.
Is this what you wanted US
to come home to, captain?
No. But that's
the way it is.
Life's hard.
Instead of wishing for things
we haven't got,
it's time to adjust
and work towards
what's right.
What about the sheriff?
As near as I could tell,
he's just scared. Why?
'Cause I need to know
who I can trust.
What about you?
Which side are you on?
I don't take sides anymore.
I might stick around here
a while.
Jack was a friend of mine.
Thanks.
I'm not doin' this
for you
Thanks, anyway.
Watch yourself.
Tring'll put
a bullet in your back
first chance he gets.
Maybe.
I'd warn that la salle woman
off Jeb, if I were you.
He's real messed up.
He could jump either way.
And if you plan
on headin' south,
you might find somethi''
a little interesting.
Yeah?
Be careful.
What? That's it?
Son of a bitch.
Hyup.
Hyup.
Hyup. Hyah.
Damn it, kid!
Maybe you'd prefer it
if I shot ya?
What the hell
you doin' here?
Mark said you're riding
into a trap.
The military governor's
in brant's Ford.
He's tied-up with malick.
What am I supposed to do?
Dusty said you'd think
of something.
Yeah, well, I will.
Don't look so worried.
Kid, when I'm with you,
I'm always worried.
So how's the fair frieda?
Ahh, she--
haven't we got more important
things to worry about
than women?
Not particularly.
In fact, you know what
I always say.
Hey, are you comin,
or what?
Let's go.
Frank.
I'm quittin'.
I worked for you
for a long time, Jeb.
I've had enough.
I'm a cowhand,
not a gunman,
and I'm sure as hell
no rustler.
It's all legal, frank.
Being legal
don't make it right.
I'm not taking sides.
Sooner or later,
you're gonna have to.
What do you want
me to do, frank?
What do you want, gringo?
I said, what do you want?
You're dead meat,
you gringo bastard!
[Groans]
Ahh!
Kid, where are you going?
Trust me, boy.
Trust me.
No offense, kid, but--
girls.
Hi, honey!
Look at you, two!
I can't believe it!
It's so good to see you.
You, too.
[Laughter]
[Girl]
Whoo!
Man, where have you been?
Lookin' for you...
Gigi, baby.
Hey, hey.
What do we have here?
Señorita.
Fancy you.
[Kid]
Gigi, baby.
[Woman whoops]
Lonsie, baby.
Melanie, honey!
Look who's back in town!
Oh, god, you look good!
Come with US.
My, my, my.
It has been a long time.
Oh, I've missed you.
Oh, yeah?
Who's your friend?
Who?
Your friend.
Kid!
[Kid] What the hell
you doin' down there?
I don't think this is exactly
what dusty had in mind.
Didn't I tell you
to trust me, boy?
Girls, be gentle with him.
He's in love.
Come here, you.
[Indistinct chatter]
[Man]
They're attackin'
our homes now, Ben.
First henslow's farm,
then Jack Newman.
And now, my place.
My wife was alone.
It's gone beyond
a few high spirits
on a Saturday night.
What do you want me
to do?
Tring is army.
I got no jurisdiction
over army. You know that.
We want you
to do your job.
I am.
The best I know how.
If I go against tring,
you gonna back me?
Yeah.
Karl? Johnson?
What about
you Wilson boys?
[Man]
Got your tongue?
Well? Answer him, someone.
They have wives
and kids, frieda.
What do you want?
Got you a customer.
He do that?
No...i did.
Found him rustlin'
Newman's cattle.
Rustlin'?
[Man]
Why would malick's men
be rustlin'?
Good question.
They were re-branding
Newman cattle.
My cattle.
Your cattle?
Wanna see
a bill of sale?
Is there any point?
Release him.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
You don't think
it's a good idea?
And just who are you?
The law.
Remember?
Not anymore.
Tring...
It can wait.
Judge'll be here next week.
This bastard killed
one of my boys.
I want him locked up.
If you draw,
a lot of people
are gonna die.
Give me your gun, son.
You got what you wanted.
Now back off.
You can't lock him up.
Killed a man.
Self-defense.
Then the judge will
release you, won't he?
That is a stu--
frieda.
Man's just doi''
his job.
Aren't you, sheriff?
That's right.
Get a message
to old devil:
Don't do anything.
Sit tight until
the kid gets back.
Now what the hell
are we gonna do?
Carry on.
Just you and me
against malick and tring?
Yep.
Just like we were
before they arrived.
Hee-yup!
[Sighs]
You can't just ride
into town
when they're waiting
for you.
I don't intend to.
He's coming.
He's got two troopers with him.
You, uh, wanted
to talk to me.
No, I wanted
to meet you.
A man as powerful as you
is very attractive.
And a good friend.
And a good friend.
And?
And.
What's your hurry,
big boy?
Come here
and talk to me.
Oh, you are enchanting.
Enchanting.
Oh!
Howdy.
Nice and easy.
Okay.
Okay.
The breed.
I should have guessed.
Ah!
I'd watch my mouth
if I was you.
Easy, kid.
You're not in a position
to trade insults, señor.
My friend, here,
is a little...
Unpredictable.
I hear you were
waitin' for me.
I, uh--
if you want some advice,
do as he says.
Bad news?
Yeah.
Dusty's got some trouble
over at barlock.
Don't tell me. Malick.
If you know what's goin' on,
why don't you do something?
First off, my job is Indians,
not politicians.
Second, nobody gives a damn,
not anymore.
We're not all like
the malicks and Murphys,
eager to ride roughshod
over sore wounds
just 'cause we can
or there's a profit to be made.
But we have our bad apples,
just like you.
In time, we'll get around
to the malicks.
Yeah.
[Sighs]
None of US are proud
of the last ten years.
No.
I'll see you in
a couple of months-- 300 head.
And a bottle
of old bushmills.
And a bottle
of old bushmills.
You watch malick,
you hear?
He's dangerous.
I know.
[Muffled]
[Frieda]
Hya! Hya! Get!
[Ebb]
Get!
[Cowboy]
Get on.
[Frieda]
Move out, boys. Come on.
[Frieda]
Move out. Come on.
Thank you.
That it?
All except
the southern range.
Maybe we should leave 'em?
No. Jack wouldn't have
let US down.
They may have gotten away
with murder,
but I'll be damned if I'll
let 'em steal his cattle.
Want I should go
and get 'em?
I'll go.
Gettin' pretty late, ebb.
Maybe you ought to wait
until morning.
No, I'll ride on out.
I'll camp over,
get it done with.
See ya at first light.
Hyah! Come on.
Now what?
Now we wait.
Whoa!
I thought the Texas rangers
were disbanded?
They were.
It was my pa's.
You know, you took
a big gamble out there.
I figure you're a badge,
you wouldn't draw on one.
How come you brought him in?
You'd must have known
it'd give malick the edge.
Tring's straps.
I found 'em
at Newman's.
Malick's not gonna forget
what you did today.
But my pa always said,
"you don't not do somethin'
that's right
just because it's unwise."
That's what makes
a lawman.
[Ebb]
Damn cows, get on!
Looks like we got trouble,
old horse.
Ebb.
Hot day to be
movin' these dogs.
Takin' 'em back
to the bar t?
Like you said,
it's hot.
Old cuss like me
oughta be sittin' in the shade.
[Chuckles]
They're yours.
They're Newman's.
What are you doin'
with double k cattle?
Now, look here--
rustlin', ebb?
No, sir.
Mr. Malick, you ain't got
no call to go accusin' me--
rustlin's a hangin'
offense, ebb.
I ain't rustlin'.
Don't.
Why'd you do that, ebb?
You shouldn't have
drawn on US.
Now we've got no choice.
I ain't rustlin'.
Mr. Malick, you know
I ain't rustlin'.
Y-You know i--
sorry, ebb.
Like I said--
nobody's hangin' nobody.
We're takin' him in.
Go ahead.
Take him in.
It ain't ebb
we're after.
[Gun shot]
[Horse whinnies]
Ooh!
Ohh!
Enough.
Stone, tie him up.
I underestimated you.
You always do.
Take him back
to the ranch, stone.
Remember,
I want him alive.
[Gasps]
I'm through fooling around.
Sweet Jesus.
[Chokes]
[Frieda]
Ebb! Ebb!
Ebb!
Oh, ebb.
What the hell's
going on here?
Your brother hung ebb.
You're crazy.
Am I?
Brent's got no reason
to hang ebb.
If you can't
convince yourself,
you sure as hell
can't convince me.
Assuming they lynched
an old man,
what do you reckon
your brother and his boys
have in mind for me, huh?
[Sniffles]
They'll pay, ebb.
I promise.
They'll pay.
[Chuckles]
Who was the old man
with Newman?
[Chuckles]
[Gasps]
[Groans]
Ahh!
You go ahead and keep
that mouth of yours closed
as long as you want, son.
We ain't in any hurry.
[Groans]
[Spits]
Give me the whip.
Give it to me!
I'll teach you to get
in my way, you bastard!
Ahh!
Nobody takes
what's mine!
[Groans]
[Grunts]
[Groans continue]
Enough, Brent!
He can't even feel it anymore!
Get out of my way!
He can't tell you anything
if you kill him.
[Tring]
He's right, Mr. Malick.
Get out of here.
[Door slams]
You had the saloon,
the ranch.
You didn't need
anymore.
And you didn't have
to kill ebb.
"Need anymore."
You think this
is enough?
A saloon
in a two-bit town,
and a piece of dirt?
You don't care,
do you?
You really don't care
who gets hurt,
how much misery
you cause,
just as long as you get
what you want.
Whole country's
tearing itself apart
and all the war meant to you
was a chance to make money!
Wrong.
Not just a chance.
War's the jackpot.
You bastard.
Don't push it, Jeb.
You gonna kill me too?
[Horse whinnies]
The wire says the breed
gave Murphy the slip.
He's on his way back
with a receipt for those taxes.
Damn the receipt!
I want 'em dead. All of 'em!
[Door slams]
[Thunder]
[Muffled yells]
Quiet.
[Whispering]
What the hell
are you doing here?
Jeb, they killed him.
It's all my fault.
I sent him after
Newman's cattle.
It's all right.
It's not your fault.
It was mine.
Mine, maybe.
It's not yours.
[Coughing]
Oh, my god.
Help me get him down.
If we don't get him to a doctor,
he's gonna die.
If you don't warn your friends,
they're all gonna die.
Go!
Frieda!
Thank god.
They've got Mark, and tring's
gone after Miguel and the kid.
Hurry! You gotta do somethin'
or they're all gonna die!
Calm down.
Tell US what happened.
They killed ebb.
They killed ebb, Ben!
They just strung him up
like a--
well, sheriff?
I'm sorry.
I thought I was doin' right.
I didn't wanna see
anybody get hurt.
Where's Mark?
He's at the double k.
Jeb's with him.
He's hurt.
You've gotta get him out.
He needs a doctor real bad.
What about the kid?
They're on their way back.
Tring's gone after him
to stop him.
Can Jeb take care of Mark?
I'll take care of Mark.
You take care of the kid.
Let's go.
[Door slams]
They miss you yet?
[Chuckling] No.
How many?
Stone, maybe two.
Maybe three.
And your darling
brother Brent?
Hyah!
Hyah!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Check it out.
[Miguel]
Kid! Ahh!
[Grunts]
[Sighs]
Great.
Ahh!
[Chuckles]
[Man]
Ahh! Look out.
Ahh!
[Gasping]
You missed all the fun.
[Grunting]
Not all of it.
[Yelps]
[Gasps]
[Yells]
[Thud]
Once chance
is all anyone gets.
Been quite a week, huh?
[Horse whinnies]
[Cocks gun]
Here we go.
Gi-give me the rifle.
That's far enough, Brent!
Jeb?
Get out here, Jeb.
Not this time.
You want me,
you come in and get me.
What do I do
about Jeb?
Don't kill him...
Unless you have to.
[Malick]
Jeb.
I'm comin' in, Jeb.
I'm not gonna
let you take him.
Get him out here, then.
We'll find out who he works for,
sooner or later.
If it means so much
to you, little brother.
Ahh!
[Groans]
[Yells]
[Gasping]
[Panting]
I didn't think...
You could do it.
Why not?
I'm your brother.
[Horse whinnies]
[Cocks gun]
Ahh!
[Horse whinnies]
Here comes the cavalry.
They're always
fucking late.
Whoa!
He'll live.
Come on, son.
Don't make a liar out of me.
[Coughs]
Attaboy.
You are the sorriest-looking
bunch I ever did see.
How did you manage
to come through in one piece?
It pays to delegate.
Shoot, where's the fun
in that?
You guys
gonna wait for me?
You're all crazy.
Got any better place
to go?
No.
How long you plan
on stayin' here?
As long as it takes Miguel
to get a girl.
I already did.
You already did what?
Got a girl.
What?
Don't look at me!
[Coyote howling]
[Coyote howling]
[Cattle lowing]
They look good, Jack.
I'd say $2 a head
is a fair price.
I was hoping for $3.
But $2 and a half
will cover what I owe.
$2 and a half,
it's a deal.
Deal.
[Chuckles]
It looks like
you got a kill, Jack.
We'd better take a look.
[Cattle lowing]
[Hawks screech]
[Flies buzzing]
[Hawks screeching]
[Buzzing continues]
Poison weed.
Damn. Damn.
Dirty bastards.
Who would do such a thing?
That's my problem.
I'll sort this out.
I'm late with my taxes.
That's all.
The money for the herd
will take care of it.
Martha, Sam.
We've had enough, frieda.
We're leaving.
Come with US, please.
No.
Get some help, frieda.
You can't stand up
to malick on your own.
[Clicks teeth]
[Saw grinding]
Yo, come on.
[Barking]
I don't suppose you have
any idea who's poisoning
my cattle.
Your manners haven't improved
with age, Jack.
Just answer the question.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Jack.
I'd go take a look
at the north range
if I was you, Jeb.
This fool has dumped
poison weed in the water hole.
Poison weed!
Tring made a--
tring.
Someone should tell tring
cows ain't particular
where they drink.
We can't afford to lose cattle
any more than Jack Newman can.
He made a mistake.
Making mistakes is getting
to be a habit of his.
Anyone can make
a mistake, little brother.
You pay him
to collect taxes, big brother.
Tell him
to keep off the range
and out of my way.
Just what I don't need.
So what's wrong?
Ask your brother.
He'll know.
What?
Just leave it, Jeb.
Damn.
I'm heading out
by Newman's place.
[Horse whinnies]
[Frieda]
Whoa.
I got your supplies.
[Tapping morse code]
[Man]
Sam henslow finally up
and quit, Mr. Newman.
They set fire
to his barn.
I know.
Yeah, seems like
everybody's giving up.
Can't say as though
I blame him, though.
Times is hard enough without
messing with the troopers.
What about Jeb?
Jeb ain't here.
Wouldn't expect you
to quit, though.
He ain't quitting.
Just selling a few steers.
[Laughing]
You're behind
with your taxes, miss la salle.
The boss sent US to collect
the money you owe him.
Owe him?
Did we stop pretending
then, tring?
If you were as smart
as you make out,
you'd be on a horse
out of here.
You threatening me?
Why should I do that?
I wired dusty to come
and get 'em.
You didn't have to do that.
I could have delivered.
No, it's all right.
He's a lot younger
than you are.
He'll bring the cash
with him.
Here. Let me help you.
Let me go!
Get her off the street.
[Frieda screaming]
[Barking]
Let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go!
[Men chuckling]
Let me go!
She's kinda pretty
for such a skinny girl.
Don't!
[Barking]
Get their guns, miss.
Into your wagon.
Get out of town, frieda.
[Dog growling]
[Barking]
You just made a big mistake,
you and your friend.
Good move, malick.
Subtle.
Boris!
[Whistles]
The henslow deeds
will take about a week.
The rest is over
to you, partner.
Get the guns, stone.
[Stone]
Yeah, sure.
Wasn't for me, he'd still
be sitting on his fat ass
with a fancy title
and spit all in his pocket.
Who was that with Newman?
Don't know.
Clean yourself up.
Thank you.
Been a long time
since I helped rescue
such a pretty young lady.
Careful, Mr. Newman.
Tring's not gonna forget what
you and your friend just did.
I know that, frieda,
but don't you fret.
It's not the first time
me and old devil here
have crossed swords
with the likes of malick
or his henchmen.
No, but usually the army
is not on the other side.
Be careful, miss.
I'd stay out of town
for awhile if I was you.
It was about to get
real nasty back there.
Now you listen to me
for a minute, Jack.
I'm due over at fort Davis
by the end of the week.
Now you could tell me
to butt out if you want to,
but it seems to me like
you could really use
some help around here.
I've already wired dusty--
"expect trouble."
Now don't be stubborn,
Jack. Use him.
You said yourself,
good hands are hard to come by.
Maybe you're right.
The war is supposed
to be over.
The war is over.
We just never counted
on maggots like malick.
Don't worry. This madness
won't last forever.
It's lasted too long already.
[Man]
How many do you figure
we lost?
Most of these are Newman's.
[Cattle lowing]
One of these days your brother's
gonna go too far.
You'd better get him
to ease off those ranchers.
We'll bed down here.
[Boris barking]
[Horses whinnying]
Easy, Boris, easy.
[Gunfire continues]
What the hell?
[Screams]
It's coming
from the Newman place.
You bastard.
[Gunshot]
[Groans]
[Gunshot]
[Screams]
You should have minded
your own business,
old man.
[Laughing]
[Gunshot]
Jack!
Jack, you in here?
[Coughing]
Jeb!
Jack!
Get out of there!
[Coughing]
Jeb, hurry!
Get out of there.
There's no turning back now.
Not for anyone.
[Jeb]
Damn.
[Rooster crows]
Stay back there, ebb.
Anything you say, boss.
[Chuckles]
The old ticker of mine
couldn't take it anyhow.
Ebb!
You'd better have
a good reason for being here.
Lady, you're good enough
reason for any man.
Cut it out, kid.
Señorita.
Ebb!
I got 'em covered.
Give the lady
her towel, Miguel.
Go ahead.
Sorry, ma'am.
My name's fog, dusty fog.
We're looking for
the Newman ranch.
You friends of his?
Yes, sir.
He's dead.
You'd better step down
and let the lady
finish her bath.
[People chattering]
[Chattering stops]
[Piano playing]
Whiskey.
[Coin clinks on bar]
Got one of those
for me?
You get back here,
Lucille.
That saddle bum got
nothing you can use.
The young lady's made
her choice.
Well, maybe Jim and sly can help
her change it, gringo.
[Groans]
Anybody else
want to try?
What the hell's
going on here?
Relax, friend.
There's no need for anyone
else to get hurt.
Have a drink.
You just cost me
three good men.
Well, I guess
they weren't that good.
You could be right.
The name is malick.
Passing through?
Maybe.
Looking for work?
Where the hell do you think
you're going?
To let the young lady
earn her dollar.
Any objections?
Drop it, stone.
[Girl laughing]
We could use
a man like him.
Pity he's a reb.
Has anyone told you
the war is over?
Hire him.
Yeah, but--
[Door opens]
What the hell happened here?
Killing Newman was stupid,
but effective.
Two more ranchers
left yesterday.
That leaves the
la salle woman holding
the rest together.
Now, we get rid of her,
the rest will follow.
I want it wrapped up, tring.
Jeb ain't gonna like it.
I'll handle my brother.
You just follow orders.
Fine by me.
You handle Jeb.
I'll handle Jeb's woman.
There ain't nothing of Jeb's
you're gonna take, tring.
You want,
you go ahead and try.
And the next time
you get the urge to kill,
you clear it
with me first.
Get an eviction order
from elden.
Make it official.
I want her out
of here by morning.
Jeb pulled him clear,
but Jack was dead.
What did the sheriff do?
What could he do?
You know how it is.
Malick's a state appointee.
The sheriff's the sheriff
only as long as malick
lets him wear the badge.
Malick don't need the law.
He's got the troopers.
Besides, Ben elden isn't
the sort of man to stand up
to malick's gunmen.
What would it prove
if he did?
Señorita.
He'd only get himself killed.
I've told her
she should leave.
I am not leaving.
You don't have to.
Well, does she?
You were going to help Newman,
weren't you?
Maybe miss la salle
doesn't want our help.
I want help
all right.
But what I don't want
is more bloodshed.
We've had enough killin'.
I don't want
any more killin'.
Too bad.
[Horse whinnies]
Into the house.
What do you want?
Where's Jeb?
Jeb's busy.
His brother thinks
you're a bad influence.
You hear what
I'm saying, lady?
You ain't special no more.
And she ain't alone
no more, either.
A minute ago you could
have walked away from here.
You just made
a big mistake.
Like Jack Newman,
that kind of mistake?
You owe five years
back taxes.
There was a war.
Those taxes are crooked,
and you know it.
It's just an excuse
for you and your leeches
to take our land.
You know the law.
This here...
Is an eviction order.
So what's it gonna be, lady?
A tax for your ranch?
It's an eviction order,
all right.
You acting marshal?
No, I ain't the marshal,
but around here,
I am the law.
Says there she's got
seven days to pay.
So pay.
She will...
At brant's Ford.
That is the county seat,
isn't it?
And I'd guess this woman
would need a receipt now,
wouldn't she?
And I bet malick
is fresh out of receipts.
We'll be back.
We'll be waiting.
Yah!
[Horse whinnies]
What the hell's
Mark doin' here?
Whoa!
Take a couple
of the boys.
Let me know when
they make a move.
Nobody gets through
to brant's Ford.
Understood?
All right.
Come!
Get a receipt
and come right back.
Malick's using the law
so don't do anything that'll
make it easier for him.
Yep.
Please be careful.
Anything for a lady.
You ever worry
about me?
Only when
you're behind me.
He's not as dumb
as he looks.
Hup!
You know, payin' what you owe
ain't gonna stop it.
It's just the beginning.
You know that,
don't you?
For some reason,
malick wants this land.
Don't be fooled
by that uniform.
Tring's a hired gun.
And malick will use him.
What do we do?
[Ebb sneezes]
We take care
of our own.
Once it's started,
there's no quittin'.
I won't quit.
Come on!
We got ourselves
some movement.
Stone!
[Grunts]
Get moving!
There.
[Stone]
Oh, shit.
He's headin'
for brant's Ford.
You tell tring
we're goin' after him.
Come on,
let's go!
I'll take care of it,
Miguel.
What do you want, Jeb?
What's going on here?
Who's he?
That's none
of your business.
[Sighs]
Look...can we talk?
Alone.
[Uncocks gun]
So what'd they tell you?
That you hired some guns.
They would.
Things are gettin'
out of hand, frieda.
Don't tell me.
Tell your brother.
You can't just
hire guns.
Someone's gonna
get hurt.
Someone already did
get hurt, remember?
Jack Newman died.
I remember.
Frieda.
I wanna get out
of this place.
Let's leave, now,
you and me.
Right now.
We don't have to stick
around in this mess.
I don't believe this.
It's not our problem.
Of course it's our problem!
This is my land!
Those people are
our friends.
What is the matter
with you?
We can't
just walk away.
We've got
to do something.
You don't understand.
I do.
No, no, you don't.
You think you know
my brother.
You don't know
the half of it.
I can't do anything, frieda.
'Cause if I do,
there's only one way it'll end.
And I won't kill him.
Jeb, i--
get rid of the gunmen.
Jeb--
I can't. Your brother's
backed me into a corner.
What would have happened this
morning if I'd been on my own?
What am I to do the next time
tring attacks me in the street?
The bastard wouldn't dare.
No, he wouldn't.
Not unless he had
your brother's permission to.
Where are you goin'?
To see tring.
Tring's not the problem.
Damn.
[Horse whinnies]
Howdy, gents.
You lookin' for me?
Well...
Seems to me
like you all alone.
Hmm?
[Screams]
[Grunts]
I am now.
[Indistinct chatter]
Hyah!
Come on.
Looks like Jeb
has missed his luck again.
[Cowboys laugh]
Tring!
[Grunts]
Ahh!
Lay another hand on her,
tring, I'll kill you!
Ow!
[Groans]
What the hell
are you lookin' at?
[Tring coughs]
Things got a little
out of hand in town.
That's all.
Bull!
Tring's out of control.
And you know it.
Collecting taxes
is a tough job, Jeb.
But if people owe,
they gotta pay.
Tring's a low-life.
Who else is gonna
do the job?
Is tring sinking
to your level?
Or are you rising
to his?
If I don't do it,
somebody else will.
You can't use that
against me anymore, Brent!
After four years of war,
you're not the only
cripple in town.
In fact, you're one
of the lucky ones.
You're right.
I never meant to use it
against you, brother.
If--
if I did,
I'm sorry.
If it means
so much to you,
I'll try one more time--
try and sort something out
with frieda.
But I'll tell you, Jeb,
if she and her gunmen
won't see reason--
Jeb!
Horses comin'!
Tring, it's stone.
Ahh!
This one's alive.
Bring him here.
[Gasps]
What the hell happened?
The bastard
bushwhacked US.
It wasn't our fault,
Mr. Malick.
He's real fast.
We didn't stand a chance.
Go on, cut 'em down.
Telegraph Murphy.
Tell him the breed
is on his way.
Tell him I don't
wanna see him back here.
[Grunts]
Who's Murphy?
Military governor
over in brant's Ford.
He and malick are partners.
Malick drives them off,
and Murphy grabs their land.
And it's all legal.
Shouldn't have
left it so long.
[Gasps]
Ahh!
Son of a--
Malick wants you.
The meeting's over.
Now isn't that interesting?
Yeah.
What would she
want with him?
We'd better find out.
Hadn't we?
Hmm.
[Laughs]
What's goin' on?
Change of plan.
They're layin' for the kid
at brant's Ford.
How--
I'll explain later.
What are we
gonna do?
Miguel's gonna borrow
some of your horses.
He's going to ride
and warn them.
Will you be
all right?
Si.
What are you waitin' for?
Adios, señorita.
He makes me laugh
but he'll do it.
Now, if I could just get US
out of town in one piece.
[Clicks teeth]
Here you go.
Whoa.
The boss
wants to talk.
There's noth--
maybe you oughta listen
to what he's got to say.
Smart.
Frieda.
Jeb told me
you were in town today.
Please...
Have a seat.
Meeting go well?
Ask Jeb.
He seems to keep you
well-informed.
Frieda, Brent didn't ask you
in here to fight.
No?
Then why did he?
To make you an offer.
I'll buy your land.
Look, if your taxes
aren't paid in five days,
you're gonna
lose it anyway.
Take it.
Pay your taxes,
start again
somewhere else.
Get married,
move out west.
There's plenty of land
out west.
Never.
Will you listen
to what Brent's saying?
No!
No damn yankee's gonna
force me off my land.
No one's forcing you.
So, sheriff, you just gonna
stand here and let this happen?
Let what happen?
All I heard was
an offer for property
that ain't worth spit.
Yeah?
There won't be any more
ranchers leavin'.
No?
Then they'll have to pay.
Blood or money.
It's all the same to me.
Whose blood?
You know,
a man ought to think
real hard
before he gambles with stakes
he can't afford to lose.
I tried, little brother.
Get out.
[Gasps]
I told you
not to hire a reb.
I'm gonna kill
that bastard.
Not yet.
You'll get your chance.
Not until I know who
they're working for.
Frieda sure as hell
ain't payin' 'em.
Murphy?
Spying on me?
I really don't think so.
Who, then?
Somebody who wants
what I've got.
Newman's friend, maybe.
Not a lot of people with money
to buy cattle these days,
or gunmen.
Nobody takes what's mine.
Anyone who tries...
Is gonna get hurt.
Yah! Yah!
Come on!
Let's go!
Yah!
[Cowboys laughing]
[Woman]
Get out of here,
you yankee pig!
Just leave US alone!
Out of he--
whoo-hoo!
No!
You finished, tring?
[Tring laughs]
Where should I tie her up
for you?
Hope you're as fast
with that gun of yours
as you are
with your mouth.
Try me.
Nobody's payin'.
Yet.
We've got work to do.
Move out.
That's a running iron.
What's goin' on here?
Your brother bought himself
a herd.
They're Newman's.
Not anymore.
Newman's dead.
Taxes still gotta
be paid.
Get 'em cheap, did he?
Don't know.
You don't know.
You running this ranch now?
No, sir.
Just helpin' out.
Finish up here,
then report back to the ranch.
Move out.
Come on!
Let's go!
Hey-hah!
Been lookin'
for you.
Here I was,
hopin' for Lucille.
You know,
that was stupid, Mark.
She could have got
you both killed.
She wasn't exactly subtle.
She wasn't exactly bright.
No.
I thought you was
in Mexico.
Got tired of chili beans.
You know who did this?
Tring.
How come he's still breathin'?
Because there's more to it
than just tring.
What are you doin' here?
Helpin' out.
Still playin' the hero, huh?
You haven't changed much,
either.
You sent Miguel out
after the kid?
Murphy's a yankee
military governor.
Malick's payin' him
to keep his eyes shut.
They're makin' a lot of money
movin' in on abandoned ranches.
Is this what you wanted US
to come home to, captain?
No. But that's
the way it is.
Life's hard.
Instead of wishing for things
we haven't got,
it's time to adjust
and work towards
what's right.
What about the sheriff?
As near as I could tell,
he's just scared. Why?
'Cause I need to know
who I can trust.
What about you?
Which side are you on?
I don't take sides anymore.
I might stick around here
a while.
Jack was a friend of mine.
Thanks.
I'm not doin' this
for you
Thanks, anyway.
Watch yourself.
Tring'll put
a bullet in your back
first chance he gets.
Maybe.
I'd warn that la salle woman
off Jeb, if I were you.
He's real messed up.
He could jump either way.
And if you plan
on headin' south,
you might find somethi''
a little interesting.
Yeah?
Be careful.
What? That's it?
Son of a bitch.
Hyup.
Hyup.
Hyup. Hyah.
Damn it, kid!
Maybe you'd prefer it
if I shot ya?
What the hell
you doin' here?
Mark said you're riding
into a trap.
The military governor's
in brant's Ford.
He's tied-up with malick.
What am I supposed to do?
Dusty said you'd think
of something.
Yeah, well, I will.
Don't look so worried.
Kid, when I'm with you,
I'm always worried.
So how's the fair frieda?
Ahh, she--
haven't we got more important
things to worry about
than women?
Not particularly.
In fact, you know what
I always say.
Hey, are you comin,
or what?
Let's go.
Frank.
I'm quittin'.
I worked for you
for a long time, Jeb.
I've had enough.
I'm a cowhand,
not a gunman,
and I'm sure as hell
no rustler.
It's all legal, frank.
Being legal
don't make it right.
I'm not taking sides.
Sooner or later,
you're gonna have to.
What do you want
me to do, frank?
What do you want, gringo?
I said, what do you want?
You're dead meat,
you gringo bastard!
[Groans]
Ahh!
Kid, where are you going?
Trust me, boy.
Trust me.
No offense, kid, but--
girls.
Hi, honey!
Look at you, two!
I can't believe it!
It's so good to see you.
You, too.
[Laughter]
[Girl]
Whoo!
Man, where have you been?
Lookin' for you...
Gigi, baby.
Hey, hey.
What do we have here?
Señorita.
Fancy you.
[Kid]
Gigi, baby.
[Woman whoops]
Lonsie, baby.
Melanie, honey!
Look who's back in town!
Oh, god, you look good!
Come with US.
My, my, my.
It has been a long time.
Oh, I've missed you.
Oh, yeah?
Who's your friend?
Who?
Your friend.
Kid!
[Kid] What the hell
you doin' down there?
I don't think this is exactly
what dusty had in mind.
Didn't I tell you
to trust me, boy?
Girls, be gentle with him.
He's in love.
Come here, you.
[Indistinct chatter]
[Man]
They're attackin'
our homes now, Ben.
First henslow's farm,
then Jack Newman.
And now, my place.
My wife was alone.
It's gone beyond
a few high spirits
on a Saturday night.
What do you want me
to do?
Tring is army.
I got no jurisdiction
over army. You know that.
We want you
to do your job.
I am.
The best I know how.
If I go against tring,
you gonna back me?
Yeah.
Karl? Johnson?
What about
you Wilson boys?
[Man]
Got your tongue?
Well? Answer him, someone.
They have wives
and kids, frieda.
What do you want?
Got you a customer.
He do that?
No...i did.
Found him rustlin'
Newman's cattle.
Rustlin'?
[Man]
Why would malick's men
be rustlin'?
Good question.
They were re-branding
Newman cattle.
My cattle.
Your cattle?
Wanna see
a bill of sale?
Is there any point?
Release him.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
You don't think
it's a good idea?
And just who are you?
The law.
Remember?
Not anymore.
Tring...
It can wait.
Judge'll be here next week.
This bastard killed
one of my boys.
I want him locked up.
If you draw,
a lot of people
are gonna die.
Give me your gun, son.
You got what you wanted.
Now back off.
You can't lock him up.
Killed a man.
Self-defense.
Then the judge will
release you, won't he?
That is a stu--
frieda.
Man's just doi''
his job.
Aren't you, sheriff?
That's right.
Get a message
to old devil:
Don't do anything.
Sit tight until
the kid gets back.
Now what the hell
are we gonna do?
Carry on.
Just you and me
against malick and tring?
Yep.
Just like we were
before they arrived.
Hee-yup!
[Sighs]
You can't just ride
into town
when they're waiting
for you.
I don't intend to.
He's coming.
He's got two troopers with him.
You, uh, wanted
to talk to me.
No, I wanted
to meet you.
A man as powerful as you
is very attractive.
And a good friend.
And a good friend.
And?
And.
What's your hurry,
big boy?
Come here
and talk to me.
Oh, you are enchanting.
Enchanting.
Oh!
Howdy.
Nice and easy.
Okay.
Okay.
The breed.
I should have guessed.
Ah!
I'd watch my mouth
if I was you.
Easy, kid.
You're not in a position
to trade insults, señor.
My friend, here,
is a little...
Unpredictable.
I hear you were
waitin' for me.
I, uh--
if you want some advice,
do as he says.
Bad news?
Yeah.
Dusty's got some trouble
over at barlock.
Don't tell me. Malick.
If you know what's goin' on,
why don't you do something?
First off, my job is Indians,
not politicians.
Second, nobody gives a damn,
not anymore.
We're not all like
the malicks and Murphys,
eager to ride roughshod
over sore wounds
just 'cause we can
or there's a profit to be made.
But we have our bad apples,
just like you.
In time, we'll get around
to the malicks.
Yeah.
[Sighs]
None of US are proud
of the last ten years.
No.
I'll see you in
a couple of months-- 300 head.
And a bottle
of old bushmills.
And a bottle
of old bushmills.
You watch malick,
you hear?
He's dangerous.
I know.
[Muffled]
[Frieda]
Hya! Hya! Get!
[Ebb]
Get!
[Cowboy]
Get on.
[Frieda]
Move out, boys. Come on.
[Frieda]
Move out. Come on.
Thank you.
That it?
All except
the southern range.
Maybe we should leave 'em?
No. Jack wouldn't have
let US down.
They may have gotten away
with murder,
but I'll be damned if I'll
let 'em steal his cattle.
Want I should go
and get 'em?
I'll go.
Gettin' pretty late, ebb.
Maybe you ought to wait
until morning.
No, I'll ride on out.
I'll camp over,
get it done with.
See ya at first light.
Hyah! Come on.
Now what?
Now we wait.
Whoa!
I thought the Texas rangers
were disbanded?
They were.
It was my pa's.
You know, you took
a big gamble out there.
I figure you're a badge,
you wouldn't draw on one.
How come you brought him in?
You'd must have known
it'd give malick the edge.
Tring's straps.
I found 'em
at Newman's.
Malick's not gonna forget
what you did today.
But my pa always said,
"you don't not do somethin'
that's right
just because it's unwise."
That's what makes
a lawman.
[Ebb]
Damn cows, get on!
Looks like we got trouble,
old horse.
Ebb.
Hot day to be
movin' these dogs.
Takin' 'em back
to the bar t?
Like you said,
it's hot.
Old cuss like me
oughta be sittin' in the shade.
[Chuckles]
They're yours.
They're Newman's.
What are you doin'
with double k cattle?
Now, look here--
rustlin', ebb?
No, sir.
Mr. Malick, you ain't got
no call to go accusin' me--
rustlin's a hangin'
offense, ebb.
I ain't rustlin'.
Don't.
Why'd you do that, ebb?
You shouldn't have
drawn on US.
Now we've got no choice.
I ain't rustlin'.
Mr. Malick, you know
I ain't rustlin'.
Y-You know i--
sorry, ebb.
Like I said--
nobody's hangin' nobody.
We're takin' him in.
Go ahead.
Take him in.
It ain't ebb
we're after.
[Gun shot]
[Horse whinnies]
Ooh!
Ohh!
Enough.
Stone, tie him up.
I underestimated you.
You always do.
Take him back
to the ranch, stone.
Remember,
I want him alive.
[Gasps]
I'm through fooling around.
Sweet Jesus.
[Chokes]
[Frieda]
Ebb! Ebb!
Ebb!
Oh, ebb.
What the hell's
going on here?
Your brother hung ebb.
You're crazy.
Am I?
Brent's got no reason
to hang ebb.
If you can't
convince yourself,
you sure as hell
can't convince me.
Assuming they lynched
an old man,
what do you reckon
your brother and his boys
have in mind for me, huh?
[Sniffles]
They'll pay, ebb.
I promise.
They'll pay.
[Chuckles]
Who was the old man
with Newman?
[Chuckles]
[Gasps]
[Groans]
Ahh!
You go ahead and keep
that mouth of yours closed
as long as you want, son.
We ain't in any hurry.
[Groans]
[Spits]
Give me the whip.
Give it to me!
I'll teach you to get
in my way, you bastard!
Ahh!
Nobody takes
what's mine!
[Groans]
[Grunts]
[Groans continue]
Enough, Brent!
He can't even feel it anymore!
Get out of my way!
He can't tell you anything
if you kill him.
[Tring]
He's right, Mr. Malick.
Get out of here.
[Door slams]
You had the saloon,
the ranch.
You didn't need
anymore.
And you didn't have
to kill ebb.
"Need anymore."
You think this
is enough?
A saloon
in a two-bit town,
and a piece of dirt?
You don't care,
do you?
You really don't care
who gets hurt,
how much misery
you cause,
just as long as you get
what you want.
Whole country's
tearing itself apart
and all the war meant to you
was a chance to make money!
Wrong.
Not just a chance.
War's the jackpot.
You bastard.
Don't push it, Jeb.
You gonna kill me too?
[Horse whinnies]
The wire says the breed
gave Murphy the slip.
He's on his way back
with a receipt for those taxes.
Damn the receipt!
I want 'em dead. All of 'em!
[Door slams]
[Thunder]
[Muffled yells]
Quiet.
[Whispering]
What the hell
are you doing here?
Jeb, they killed him.
It's all my fault.
I sent him after
Newman's cattle.
It's all right.
It's not your fault.
It was mine.
Mine, maybe.
It's not yours.
[Coughing]
Oh, my god.
Help me get him down.
If we don't get him to a doctor,
he's gonna die.
If you don't warn your friends,
they're all gonna die.
Go!
Frieda!
Thank god.
They've got Mark, and tring's
gone after Miguel and the kid.
Hurry! You gotta do somethin'
or they're all gonna die!
Calm down.
Tell US what happened.
They killed ebb.
They killed ebb, Ben!
They just strung him up
like a--
well, sheriff?
I'm sorry.
I thought I was doin' right.
I didn't wanna see
anybody get hurt.
Where's Mark?
He's at the double k.
Jeb's with him.
He's hurt.
You've gotta get him out.
He needs a doctor real bad.
What about the kid?
They're on their way back.
Tring's gone after him
to stop him.
Can Jeb take care of Mark?
I'll take care of Mark.
You take care of the kid.
Let's go.
[Door slams]
They miss you yet?
[Chuckling] No.
How many?
Stone, maybe two.
Maybe three.
And your darling
brother Brent?
Hyah!
Hyah!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Check it out.
[Miguel]
Kid! Ahh!
[Grunts]
[Sighs]
Great.
Ahh!
[Chuckles]
[Man]
Ahh! Look out.
Ahh!
[Gasping]
You missed all the fun.
[Grunting]
Not all of it.
[Yelps]
[Gasps]
[Yells]
[Thud]
Once chance
is all anyone gets.
Been quite a week, huh?
[Horse whinnies]
[Cocks gun]
Here we go.
Gi-give me the rifle.
That's far enough, Brent!
Jeb?
Get out here, Jeb.
Not this time.
You want me,
you come in and get me.
What do I do
about Jeb?
Don't kill him...
Unless you have to.
[Malick]
Jeb.
I'm comin' in, Jeb.
I'm not gonna
let you take him.
Get him out here, then.
We'll find out who he works for,
sooner or later.
If it means so much
to you, little brother.
Ahh!
[Groans]
[Yells]
[Gasping]
[Panting]
I didn't think...
You could do it.
Why not?
I'm your brother.
[Horse whinnies]
[Cocks gun]
Ahh!
[Horse whinnies]
Here comes the cavalry.
They're always
fucking late.
Whoa!
He'll live.
Come on, son.
Don't make a liar out of me.
[Coughs]
Attaboy.
You are the sorriest-looking
bunch I ever did see.
How did you manage
to come through in one piece?
It pays to delegate.
Shoot, where's the fun
in that?
You guys
gonna wait for me?
You're all crazy.
Got any better place
to go?
No.
How long you plan
on stayin' here?
As long as it takes Miguel
to get a girl.
I already did.
You already did what?
Got a girl.
What?
Don't look at me!