Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
Boys, they killed him!
How many were there? They killed him! He's dead!
He's... He's... What will I do?
Heard all the way from the Willards'.
Thought you boys might need a spot. How many?
I don't know! A dozen or less.
Well, shit, then let's get 'em! Come on!
- Hyah! - Roedel!
Die, you bastards!
Ow! Damn!
Jake! Go pull them! Get them, Holt!
Jake!
Hyah!
Oh, shit.
You'll be all right. You'll be okay.
- That fire's got to go out. - We're heatin' water.
Heat it quick. They'll come back with more men if they got 'em.
We can't have 'em smellin' that fire.
- That arm's gonna have to come off.
He's gonna need it. We can heal it.
Dutchie, we got no medicines or doctors amongst the whole group of us,
and I can't go shanghai a sawbones neither.
Federals'll likely be on us pursuin' him.
I'll mend them.
I can nurse him with Jake.
As you say, but you watch out green rot don't get started on him,
'cause once it does, it's over.
That look none too good, Roedel.
Goddamn it, don't nobody say that again!
- We're gonna burn the wound closed. - No!
Hold him. No.
There's men on the road.
How many? More than a few.
They been comin' into the woods.
Keep the watch. I wanna fight away from here if we got to fight.
What came of Miss Evans and Mary?
The Willards took them up. They all headed out of here.
Willards too? Said they was goin”¦ south.
Maybe I should try to find us a doctor tonight.
Where from? There's one in Kings view.
You can't make it there and back in one night.
I know that, Dutchie.
I can lay up near there and try and drag one back next night.
If I can't find a doc,
I'll head on to Captain Purdee's.
Holt'll look after you and the widow.
I wish you luck.
That arm done for. Oh, I know it.
I hoped it wouldn't be. It's done for.
Maybe George will bring the doctor. He may see something we don't.
You know good as I George Clyde done ride straight to Captain Purdee's.
It's just us now, Roedel.
It's time. The longer you wait, the harder it gets on the man.
Will you shut up on that? Please, just give me peace for a while.
Jake.
Jack Bull.
You look sad.
We're takin' care of you.
You'll be mended. We're fixin' it.
I always knew we'd be killed.
One or both of us.
Do you recall the pies on Mother's sill?
Of course I do. Those were good eatin' times.
Right they were.
I always thought it'd be you, Jake.
I'm dyin'.
I was certain I'd have to bury you.
I wish you were.
Me too.
Sue Lee.
I'm right here.
Good.
That's good.
Them veins is blackenin' all the way up to his armpit. We've got to do it now.
Can you do it?
If he screams too loud, we may all die. Put that in his mouth. Don't let him scream too loud.
Keep his jaw clamped down on that stick.
Holt, you hold him down whenever he starts to flop.
No!
We should be gettin' to Captain Purdee's.
I gotta head south first.
Sue Lee, you'll need a place. We'll go to the Brown's farm.
Those are Cave Wyatt's people.
They're far away from all this.
You're not to worry, young man. She'll be just fine.
Just give us time.
Jake.
The war hadn't come down here yet.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too.
Holt and me...
Well, George Clyde should be missin' us.
You don't have to go back, Jake.
Mr. Brown says you boys are more than welcome to stay here and work the farm.
He could use you.
You'll do all right here.
Holt and me will come by again just as soon as we can and see to it.
Who goes there?
Who the hell do you think we are?
You smell like a couple of piles of fine Southern shit.
Welcome back to hell, boys.
While you boys were sunnin' yourselves down at the border,
things have turned rather interesting here.
Federals everywhere.
Welsh's boys got caught down in Pattonsburg.
Heads... cut off.
Some of us still ride. Anderson, Todd...
Scalpin' every nigger they can find.
Except, of course, our own.
But there's still riches to be had, right, boys?
Best to stay clear of Black John right now.
You know, when that women's jail collapsed in Kansas City,
his women folk were in it.
Three of 'em done in by the Federals.
He's been acting kind of itchy, if you know what I mean.
Word is Black John called for Quantrill and his boys to come join us.
- Quantrill?
There's some crazy talkin' here.
Quantrill's plannin' on ridin' on Kansas is what I hear.
Maybe that.
A raid into Kansas?
We might get over there, sure, but gettin' back will be suicide...
once the Kansas Fifth gets on our tail.
You got that, Roedel, but why not?
It's suicide sittin' in these woods, waitin' for them Federals to pick us off anyhow.
I'm short on cash.
Will these do?
That's two nigger scalps? I'll see you with one Dutch scalp.
I'm out on this one.
I just got money.
Don't worry, Turner, we'll take your money.
Get out of my way! Get out of my way!
Come on! Get him! Holt.
Come on over and share some whiskey.
I got work back here to finish.
Well, when you're finished up then. Well, look here.
You two sure got to be pals now, didn't you?
I mean, ever since you boys come back, you been clappin' your gums together.
Regular as crones.
George.
My boys, today I am a sad man.
I am sad because I mourn for our sisters and mothers...
who slept in that Kansas City jail...
who slept until the walls fell down around them and they died.
I am sad, boys,
and I am tired.
The best of us are dead,
and now we”¦re just dogs chased into the woods.
I am sad, boys,
but I am vengeful.
And I shall not sleep...
I shall not sleep again until I stand upon Mount Oriad...
and I look down upon the abolitionists of Lawrence.
Yeah, kill those thieving Jayhawkers! Yeah, kill them!
I shall ride through Kansas to get there, boys,
and meet any Yankee army put in my way...
because I will fight them myself if I have to.
But I shall reach Lawrence.
That's right. I will... fight them all myself,
unless there be any men among you...
who would ride with me.
So I'm asking...
are there any men here who would ride with me?
Yeah! Let's all go!
Then, hell, boys, ride with me to Lawrence!
To Lawrence! To Lawrence!
Let's ride to Lawrence!
Down to Lawrence! All right!
Yeah!
Yeah.
Two miles ahead, sir. Well done, Colonel.
All clear! Round up!
Come on, boys! Get on your horses, men.
Let's move.
All right, boys. Join up at the back of this column.
Come on, men. I wanna see you awake!
Wake up! We'll make it before sunup if you ride now hard!
Come on! Pick it up now!
Sweet dreams, Dutchie, huh?
Go back to sleep.
You just may wake up in Lawrence tomorrow. Ride, men.
You and the boys take the river north.
I want you scoutin' up toward the west.
Make God's work of it, boys. We'll wait for first fire. Head out.
I want your boys to be settin' up a post on Mount Oriad.
Watch the road from Fort Leavenworth. Any dirt kicks up,
I want word sent down straight away.
Here's the death list.
You shall cross off every name.
Jackets off, boys.
Let 'em see who we are.
Let's move.
Kill!
Kill, boys!
The one in the red!
Leave him be! Get off him!
Come on!
No! No!
Stand back, boys. Get out of the way.
No! Run, Sam, run!
Get him, John!
Old man! Old man!
Where is your army?
Who are we to fight? Who are we to fight?
You are cowards all! Send him to hell!
Let's get the hell out of here!
See that pipe there on the end?
And some tobacco.
All right, Rocky.
We had thought this would be a real fight.
But it's just bad luck citizens finding out just how bad luck can be.
They ought not to murder the young ones.
Just another nigger. Holt,
let's get us some eggs.
Yeah, Roedel. Let's get us all the eggs they got.
And some ham.
Hey, boy! You...
Hey! Hey, this man's with us, you fool!
Huh? That's George Clyde's nigger, you fool!
You were makin' breakfast there? Yes.
What were you makin'? Potatoes.
And coffee? Yes.
Let's have us some breakfast then.
- Mister... - Shut up.
More coffee, if you please, ma'am.
Jake Roedel. Whoa!
Pitt.
Bring those two outside.
I wanna show 'em somethin'.
We'll see to them once we've had our vittles.
Why, you little Dutch son of a bitch, you do what I tell you or I'll kill you.
And when you figure to do this mean thing to me, Mackerson,
is this very moment convenient for you?
It is for me.
Let's just take him out.
Nope. That won't work.
The hell with it. There's plenty more of them Jayhawkers to kill anyhow.
I'll see you back in Missouri, you tiny sack of shit.
You know where to find me.
That's Pitt Mackerson, ain't it?
I hear he'd as soon kill a man as mash a tick.
My, what a scary fella he is.
I like you, son, but that bastard will have your scalp if you ain't careful.
Thank you, mister. Thank you. There ain't enough thanks in the world...
Oh, you go to hell!
Now, now, boys! Federals comin' eight miles out. Let's go!
Come on! Get on your horses! Thank you, ma'am.
Have a good day.
Get those horses round up!
We're too slow, men! Drop that damn piano!
Let's go!
Hey, Roedel.
I heard disappointing words on you, Roedel.
Is that so? Are you a traitor, Roedel?
You know I'm not.
Well, you spared, boy. I told you not to spare.
Don't think you are a good man 'cause that will spoil you.
Federal troops, sir, closing from behind.
This is it, boys! This is our last chance!
I'll do what I can for you.
Remember your families!
They're right behind! Goddamn it!
Company halt! Halt!
Run to the line!
Fall back! Fall back now!
Hyah! Hyah!
Let's go! Fall back!
Stand firm, boys! They'll be coming!
Passing through! Ride on through!
Secure your horses and form a line. Cover the left.
Secure your horses and form a second line!
Form a line!
Stand strong, men! Hold your fire till we feel their hooves!
Stay with me, boys!
Take aim!
Black company, fire!
Dismount! Hold your horse! To the rear!
Reload your weapons!
Fall back! Fall to the circle!
Come on! Come on!
Hold, aim and... fire!
Fire!
Holt! Holt! Come on. I got you!
George, talk to me.
Oh, oh, George.
Hold on now, George! Hold on!
Come on, George. Come on, George! Holt!
George!
Jake! Holt, we gotta go.
Come on. Holt, come on! Let's go, Holt.
Come on! He's dead, Holt!
Fall back!
Fall back! Fall back!
Come on, Holt! We gotta go!
George!
Go right now!
Pitt, I'm gonna kill you!
We'll make for the Brown farm.
Are you gonna make it?
Yeah, you're gonna make it.
I'll set you boys up in the parlor here.
Much obliged, Ort.
Ort, who is that?
Well, take a look. I'll just be stayin' the night.
Is that my little Cave?
Aunt Wilma. Oh!
Oh, it's good to see you, Cave.
Are you hurt again?
Well, yeah.
But I didn't do it to myself, you know.
Holt and me, we been shot.
Well, you should have expected it.
I hear you sayin' it.
Well?
What do you think of her?
Cave, dear, come on. Come on, Cave.
Her name's Grace.
Grace Shelley Chiles, as far as I'm concerned.
Okay.
Looks all right to me.
Here, I'll change her.
Oh, Grace.
There you go, sweetie. Come on now.
Let me take a look at your bad spot, Jake.
- I wanna make sure it's clean. - Oh, yeah. It's clean enough.
No, Jake. Clean enough ain't good enough. You should know that.
And you too, Holt. Let me take a look.
Remember, when you're fixed up, you can come down, join the Regulars with me.
Maybe that.
Uh, Ort tells me when you bring that girl here,
she was already pregnant.
You better marry her, boy. It ain't right not to.
- Me? - Yeah.
No, no. Not me. I ain't gotta marry nobody.
Is that right?
You're that kind of man, Dutchie?
Well, I will take care of her, Cave.
It'll be took care of somehow when it can be.
Well, that's all I ask. 'Cause everybody likes her real good, you know.
Ort and Wilma there... they already think of her as somethin' of a daughter.
Well, that's good to hear.
How's your rib?
None too good.
How's your leg?
Same. Mmm.
I have a thing or two to say to you, Jake.
Well, speak up.
Uh, think I'll take a walk.
What's this trash I hear about you bein' my fiance?
Ah, so you've heard that. Well, that was sprung on me by Cave.
You see, they all seem to think you was carrying my kid...
'cause I... well, after Jack Bull... I brought you here.
Oh.
So do you figure I ought to be married?
Yeah, if you want to keep fingers from waggin' in your face.
That doesn't bother me.
Well, it's also another thing, Sue Lee.
See, they got a name for kids without daddies. You know, it ain't a good one.
I know that.
So do you want to marry me?
No, not too bad.
Good. That's good news, 'cause I wouldn't marry you for a wagon-load full of gold.
I bet you wouldn't. I wouldn't marry you...
even if you weren't some runty little Dutchman with a nubbin for a finger.
Fine. That's damn fine.
I wouldn't want a wife that didn't know how to keep her place.
Anyhow, it's a proven thing that being your man is just plain bad luck,
and I don't need to marry any of that.
Well, it's true.
Guess it's true.
Oh, you're not bad luck.
You just had bad luck is all.
I need convincing you mean that.
I need convincin' that you were right.
Thank you, ma'am. You're welcome.
Think I might catch some air.
Well, breathe some for me.
Perhaps you boys can watch after this little one while I'm at my chores.
Uh, maybe it's best you talk to him about that particular line of work.
Who, me? That's right.
'Bout time we have some help around here.
Be back around noontime.
Sue Lee, wait a second.
Oh. Come on.
Oh, come on.
Hoo! Hee!
Hi! Hoo!
I knew that nubbin would be good for somethin'.
Where you been? She been screamin' for hours.
Sweet thing wants some sucklin', but Mama's been busy.
Here, I'll feed her. No, you won't.
I just got this thing taken care of.
- She needs to be suckled, Jake. - Oh, hell.
Mm-hmm.
Yes.
They're all busted up.
Quantrill? Headed to Kentucky.
Anderson? Dead, I've heard tell.
Clement.
Most of ”„em dead. Pitt Mackerson.
He's got himself something of a gang,
but these days, they spend most of their time robbin' for plunder.
And they don't care whether they take it from Southern folks or Federals.
Anyone gets in their way, off comes their scalp.
Anyhow, they don't ride much in Jackson or Cass Counties anymore.
Word has it they're headin' south.
Probably make you a visit.
Word is, they're makin' a plan of it, Jake.
Can't sleep? No.
These quilts are too heavy. They make me sweat.
Mine too.
You know, Holt, I probably got one more fight in me.
I'm gonna kill Pitt Mackerson, either when he comes here...
or when I can get up to find him out, you know that, Holt?
Yeah, I know it.
What you gonna do after you kill Pitt? Join up with them Regulars?
Fight for the cause.
What about you?
You really askin' me?
What cause you think I got, Roedel?
When them Yankees come and kill George daddy,
and his brothers and all his people, I stood with George Clyde.
Yeah, he was as good a friend to you as Jack Bull was to me.
Yeah, and they's both good and dead now, Roedel.
Just as dead as they can be.
Where does that leave you and me, huh?
Where does that leave me?
Right here, Holt.
Yeah, I know we're right here.
This ain't nowhere for me.
Reckon I just don't understand it.
That day George Clyde died,
it changed me.
I felt something that day I ain't never felt.
You felt that loss.
That hollow feeling.
No.
What I felt was...
free.
I thought that's what George gave you when he bought you out.
That wasn't really his to give, was it?
And, George, God, I believed I loved him.
But being that man's friend...
weren't no different than being his nigger.
And, Roedel,
I ain't never again gonna be nobody's nigger.
How you feelin', Dutchie?
Oh, not so bad.
You look like you feel right good.
You feel good?
I don't feel too bad.
Ah, you seem about all healed up to me.
Ah, still hurts some. My leg does.
I gotta go to Hartwell today. Be back by night, though.
You want me to come along?
No, you go on. Finish healin'.
I'll take Holt with me, though. He's a handy man with a gun, I hear tell.
That's right.
You always gonna stare like that?
Long as I can.
Well, you're pretty near well, so it won't be much longer.
Reckon you and Holt will be off to get shot by some different fellas here pretty soon.
Maybe I won't.
What'll you do then? Oh, I don't know.
Maybe trek me on over to California...
and catch me a sailboat to somewhere sunny.
Is that right?
What grand spot have you got in mind, Jake?
Sparta.
In Sparta, they have olives. I got that out of a book.
I could eat me some olives.
I wonder about me.
I ain't goin' sailin' nowhere, and I know it.
You'll do all right.
A chicken, Wilma? It ain't Sunday even. What's with the special favors?
Oh, nothin'. I know Orton will be mighty tired tonight when he gets back from his ride.
I intend to feed him well.
That the man? That's him.
Dutchie Roedel.
- What is this? - This here is the Reverend Horace Right.
You're gettin' married today, Dutchie.
You're gettin' married or you're gettin' out. I'm what?
You heard me. You're all healed up.
I just wanted to make sure you didn't die slow on me before I did it.
I can't have it in my house the way it is.
Holt, saddle my horse. We're gettin' out of here.
No, you should do right, Roedel.
What on Earth does that mean?
Let's talk.
Come on.
I do believe that is a roastin' chicken I smell.
Are you goin' to or not?
It's bein' shoved down my throat.
If a thing has got to be shoved, I like to do the shovin'.
Okay.
Then get in there and shove, Jake.
I thought you said you wouldn't want me...
for a wagon-load of gold 'cause I'm a nubbin-fingered runt of a Dutchman.
I remember you sayin' that.
Well, I guess I lied.
Are you lyin' again now?
No, I wouldn't lie to you, Jake.
You just told me you lied to me before.
Well, that's different.
That was romance.
And now's what?
The truth.
This here now is the truth.
So you, Jakob Friedrich Roedel, bein' the man,
take you, Sue Lee Shelley Evans, bein' the woman.
So, by the power vested in me, the two of you is right married.
Ain't it so.
Well, that was sure a fast ceremony.
Well, I reckon that man would marry stones to stones if there was a chicken at the end of it.
That's neither here nor somewhere else.
He just done made you legal, boy.
Good night, boys.
Good night, Ort.
So you a family man now. How you feel?
I feel the same, Holt. Hell, it's only words.
No, that's an oath. That's words you gotta back up.
Yeah, I know that.
I reckon we'll be haulin' her and the kid with us now.
Where to?
I don't know. What do you think of California?
Boy, what is you doin'?
What am I doin'? Have you gone blind? I'm goin' to sleep, Holt.
Fixin' to get me some sleep.
Roedel, I gotta tell you this?
Tell me what?
You supposed to sleep with the wife, Roedel.
You got to know that much. You supposed to share her bed.
That way, if some other man do that, you shoot him.
Yeah, I know all that. You bet I know that.
But, hell, this ain't some regular marriage situation.
What, you don't like her? You gonna sit up there and tell me you don't like her?
I like her. She's pretty enough and all that.
It's just this marriage thing has swept up on me kind of all of a sudden.
Yeah, well, it is over you, Roedel.
I mean to say, you done the milkin',
you might as well have the cream.
Jake.
Hey, take your clothes off.
You don't come to bed in dirty duds, Jake.
That's a rule.
Just how many rules is it you got for me, girl?
Don't get mad.
Here, I'll help you.
Hmm.
Are you a virgin?
I've seen plenty.
But have you ever bedded a woman before?
Girl, I've killed 15 men.
Come here.
Roedel, I'd do a lot for you, you know that?
You know I do. It's equal.
Yeah, don't say it. I got a thing to say.
All right. Uh,
Look, I'll travel with you and yours till we get passed...
them Injuns and riffraff in the nation, and then I got to go off somewhere.
Where is that, Holt? Well, I ain't decided that to a definite aim,
but I'm goin'.
I'm goin' to find my mama.
I believe she was sold to Texas, so that's where I commence the lookin'.
If she was sold there,
I'll go there and pay to buy her freedom.
Holt, you done already paid more than enough to...
Yeah, I, I hear you sayin' it.
- I wish you well. - Well, it ain't yet.
I ain't leavin' you till your little narrow Dutch ass is past Pitt Mackerson.
Didn't I just through tellin' you that? Yeah, you did.
All right.
Good-bye bushwhacker curls.
There you are, Dutchie. You look 21 again.
I'm just now 19, Ort.
That so?
Well, you never look that young.
I said I wouldn't cut my hair till I was finished with the war.
And you didn't, Roedel.
You didn't.
Militia find those, you're not likely to get further than the nearest hanging tree.
Oh, hell. Good luck, y'all.
Shh.
Hyah!
Yes, sir!
Why, Dutchie, I didn't expect to see you no more.
Howdy, Pitt.
Turner. Howdy.
Water's boilin'. Want some chicory?
I think I will.
I think I'd like some chicory, Dutchie.
How are you, Holt?
Rather well.
You two alone?
Just us now. We've been on the run.
How's Black John?
That's a big question, Dutchie, 'cause the man is dead.
Black John is dead.
Hell, who ain't?
They got him at Dover.
Put his head on a pole.
Paraded him right down the street.
Put a picture of it in their paper.
Quantrill too.
Over the river.
It's been rough times for them who stuck it out.
Yeah, the war is lost.
No shit, Dutchie.
Who the gal and kid belong to?
That's my wife.
Well, if that don't beat all.
You got a wife, Dutchie.
- Where you headed? - Newport.
Hell, man. There's 200 Federals in Newport.
We just rode through 'em. You can't go on in there.
Wrong, Dutchie. I am goin' in there.
I'm for certain sure goin' in there.
I want a drink, and they have drinks in Newport.
They'll kill you. You best stay clear out of there.
I don't think so, Dutchie.
I don't reckon I'll clear out of where I was born.
You see, that there was my hometown,
and I reckon I'll go on in and have me a drink there.
Turner, you too?
They'll kill you sure.
What a horrible fate. Oh, what a horrible fate!
Oh, boy, you got me now, Dutchie.
Oh, boy, you got me now.
Jake.
Come on, Turner.
You gonna shoot him?
So long, boys. We'll raise our glasses to you in Newport.
All right.
It ain't right, and it ain't wrong.
It just is.
So now?
Are you certain you wanna ride with your gun like that?
Let me wake 'em, Holt.
No, Roedel. You let them sleep.
I ain't too much for good-byes.
But, uh, maybe I'll just tip my hat.
All right.
Daniel Holt.
Jakob Roedel.
(Subtitle Revised by HchC)