(dramatic music) (fire crackling) (dramatic music continues) (arrow swooshes) (dramatic music continues) (dramatic music) (horse hooves clomping) (gunfire banging) (gunfire banging) (dramatic music continues) - Ya, come on! (gunfire banging) Ya. - They're smart. - They won't fall for it again. Pretty soon they'll just shoot the horses. - Horses is probably what they after. Farmers ain't got nothing
else worth picking. - They'll shoot the horses
anyway, then the farmer. (horse hooves clomping) (dramatic music) (gunfire banging) (horse neighing) - Ya. (gunfire banging) - Go! (intense music) - What's he doing? - I don't know. I don't give a shit. (intense music continues) (gunfire banging) (gunfire booming) (intense music continues) (gunfire banging) (gunfire booming) (gunfire booming) (gun clicks) - It'll be the last thing you do. - There's a dozen guns, 60
bullets between 'em out here. You only got two. - And they're both for you. (weapon thudding) (men yelling) (bodies thudding) (horse thudding) (fists pounding) (gunfire banging) (horse hooves clomping) (gunfire banging) (men yelling) John? John? (horse hooves clomping) (gunfire banging) (gunfire banging) (people yelling) (gunfire banging) (horse hooves clomping) (people crying) John! John! (dramatic music) (dramatic music continues) - Keep up, come here. (lively saloon music) You see any of 'em, you
point 'em out, all right? - - All right, any more? - There - Yeah, I know this crew. (lively saloon music) Clide Barker. What of this business on the Trinity? - We were just watering horses, then these immigrants- (gunfire banging)
(woman screams) (gunfire banging) (body thudding) Is there any more? Don't just sit there shaking. Are there any more? - I ain't armed. Them immigrants took my guns. - I can see that. (gunfire banging) (body thudding) (dramatic music) (boot thudding) (body thudding) - What the fuck for that? - This is what the fuck. (pounding) - Get everything that was hers. - Nothing was hers, it
was his and he's a thief. (fist pounding) - Get everything that was hers. - The gypsies, everything. (knee pounding) - When I speak and you don't
do what I say, you get hurt. That's the pattern here and it don't stop till you do what I say or you run out of face. (dramatic drumbeat music) (ax pounding) - No, no, no, no, no, no, stop! How can we travel? - You can't, not with me. If you steal, you will
stay where you stole. (dramatic music continues) Go, go on, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. (dramatic drumbeat music continues) Go east, go south. Go anyway but my way. I see you again, I'm gonna kill ya. (intense music) - You must give it back. - Give what back? - We lost our food in the river. You must give back what you took. - 'Cause you lose your
food, I must give you mine? - Your food was our
food before you took it. - From who did I take? Huh? From who did I take? - From me? - We traded. I push your wagon and you gave food. - You offer to help,
then you took the food. What are you doing? (man grunting) (body thudding) - Let them work it out together. (fist pounding) (fist pounding)
(body thudding) - You don't go in my wagon. - We have nothing because of you. (body thudding) (pan thudding) (woman screaming) (gunfire banging) (hand pounding) (man groaning) - You eat all this yourself, big boy? Huh? - There any more? - That one. - I did nothing. - Take me to your wagon and prove it. - What is this? - A refund. Find your own way to Oregon. You follow us and I'll kill ya. The same goes for you. (dramatic music)
(gunfire banging) (dramatic music)
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(gunfire banging) (bodies thudding) (groaning) - I loved her. - I don't doubt it, son. (intense music) (Elsa panting) (intense music) - (screaming) No! (crying) No! (crying) (intense music) - That ain't six, Captain. - I count 12. - 13. Run and fan out wide. (dramatic music) (horses hooves clomping) You keep running, don't
stop no matter what. (dramatic music) (rifle clicking) (rifle clicking) (gunfire banging) (gunfire banging) (gunfire banging) (gunfire banging) (gunfire banging) (horse hooves clomping) (dramatic music) (gunfire banging) (dramatic music) (gunfire banging) - I felt no fear. It simply became another race. We fear what we don't know. I knew what would happen. I would win the race or I would be killed. There was comfort in the simplicity of it. Even though I could hear
hooves getting closer, I felt no fear. (somber music) - Spotted us. - It's hard to sneak up on 'em out here. (wind whipping) - Those are Indian ponies. I say we ride right at these fuckers. - My God, you're anxious to get shot. - I'm anxious to get back to my family. That makes me anxious to shoot. - Here comes your chance. (horses hooves clomping) - Whoa. What's your business out here? - I could ask you the same thing. You Marshals? - Deputies, Wyoming Stock
Growers Association. - Wyoming ain't a state. Who appointed you deputies? - We appointed ourselves after we got sick of having our
horses and cattle stolen. - Those don't look much like your horses. I don't see no cattle. - Mister, I don't know who
you are or where you're from, but you better get back to it. We don't waste our time
hanging rustlers around, here, we just fucking shoot 'em. - We have the same philosophy. - Is that right? You're lucky to still be
sitting a horse, old man. Don't let your mouth start a fight your pistol can't finish. - So, you saying those women
and children were rustlers? - Nah, their sorry men are the rustlers, when they find their families dead, they're gonna come after us and we're gonna give 'em
the fucking business. - You killed all those
folks just to bait they men. - Them Indians is prairie
maggots and nothing else. You gotta kill 'em where
you find 'em like fuck... (gunfire booming) - You all swing wide. I'm gonna run right at 'em. (gunfire banging) (dramatic music) (gunfire banging) You ain't no deputy. You ain't no judge. You ain't no fucking juror. Them folks wasn't the thieves. You're the thief. And you gonna die for it. (gunfire booming) (yelling) - Wait for it. They're too far away. - Come on, baby. (yelling) Come on! - There was no time to think. No time to decide the right thing. Best I could hope is maybe
some of them would follow me and the wagons would have a chance. - Aim for the horse,
you'll never hit the rider. (gunfire booming) - Goddam it. - It's too far. Even for that. They're almost on us,
fire when I say fire. (dramatic music) Fire! (gunfire booming) (gunfire booming) (gunfire booming) - Dammit! (gunfire booming) (gunfire booming) (gunfire booming) (gunfire booming) (dramatic music) (dramatic music) (intense somber music) (yelling) (gunfire banging) - (screaming) (screaming) (fire roaring) (screaming) (intense music) - Whoa. I said no. - Will you let me go? - I will sell you or I will kill you. - You speak English. How can you do this? - You speak English. Your people do this. (gunfire banging)
(body thudding) (panting) (gunfire banging) (grunting) (Elsa speaking native language) - Why you know those words? - My husband taught me. - Why he know them? - He's Comanche. (Elsa speaking in native
language) They're his words. - You fight like Comanche. (yelling) - We didn't kill your family. We found them. My father's hunting,
their killers right now. And if he's hunting them, he'll find them. - What's your name? (Elsa speaking in native language) (laughing) Good name. (speaking in native language) (somber music) (crying) - I felt no pain. Perhaps it was the fever of
the fight, but it didn't hurt. I thought of pushing it through. I thought better of it. As my father would say, the
one good thing about problems is they'll still be problems later. Don't have to deal with them right away. (somber music continues)
