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aim...
fire!
[man coughing]
Summers.
My God, man.
Asa McCoy...
I thought I heard someoneover there.
No! Don't move me.
Whatever them Rebs did to me,they hurt me real bad.
I need a sawbones, I figure.
Maybe so.
Supposin' they'scoming back for us, right?
They're not gonnaleave us here.
Yeah. Yeah, they're coming back for us.
Doctor's wagon oughta pull through here in an hour or so,
then we'll get outta here.
You really think so?
Yeah. Ain't no other way to it.
It's getting awful coldout here, McCoy.
Awful cold.
This is the winter.
Winter's coming down hard.
You ain't leaving,are you, McCoy?
I'll go when you do.
It sure is cold.
It surely is.
Sure is.
[whinnies]
I think it's time we be heading home, huh, pal?
Valentine! Ellison!
Look what we got here!
Jim.
Boys.
Asa McCoy.
I'm surprised to see you on this side of the river.
You ain't supposed to be here.
And in Yankee blue? Hmm.
I'm just passing throughon my way back to Pike County.
What's old Ran'l have to say about his son in all this Yankee mess?
My father ain't gotno stomach for it,as well you know.
Nobody around here is willingto fight for anything,
except the patch of groundthey stand on.
Gents, Asa McCoy here,
he went off to get educated at one of their fancy universities.
where they teach all them highfalutin ideas
like preservation of the Union,
God bless Lincoln,
abolishing slavery.
Hell, Asa.
Your daddy never even owned a slave in his life.
You don't have to hold slavesto know that it's wrong.
I chose my side, and I stand by it.
That may be so,
but today you have run afoul of the Logan Wildcats,
duly sworn defenders of the Bonnie Blue
and, just so happens,
this side of the river.
The Logan Wildcatsain't no part ofthe real Confederacy.
Y'all ain't nothing but vigilantes in gray coats.
Ellison, you hear that?I hear it.
Comin' from a Yank, I can hardly believe my ears.
Everything a Yank says is a lie.
Clear the path, boys.
I ain't tryin'to dig up old wounds.
Well, I reckon that's so.
But there is a war goin' on, Mr. McCoy.
And today...
you happen to be on the losin' side.
Let's go, boys!
The state of Kentucky lies, at this moment,
under the rule of martial law,
as decreed by President Lincoln himself.
To that end, I am, respectfully,
assuming command of all military forces within the Commonwealth.
Now, you may continue to run the day-to-day affairs of the state,
inasmuch as you do not interfere with my duties.
Why does Mr. Lincoln feel thatsuch an action is necessaryat this late date?
Kentucky,
while remaining neutral during this great conflict,
has allowed Confederate guerillas
like the Logan Wildcats of West Virginia
to wage a campaign of terror on both sides of the border.
A campaign which you have been unable to stop.
Now, the president feels that some action is necessary.
What kind of action,General Burbridge?
Exiling our leaders?
Denying our citizenstheir legal rightsunder the law?
How many of my top officialshave you already arrestedunder trumped-up charges,
held without trial?
Kentucky is rife with traitors, Governor.
This isn't martial law.It's a witch hunt.
Witch hunt? You test me, sir!
I am charged with the duty of protecting the citizens of this state,
and I shall do so unerringly.
And to that end, I'm enacting order number 59.
It is effective immediately.
Order number 59?
Yes. For every unarmed citizen that is killed
by a Confederate guerilla,
I will take four Rebels from the prison,
and I will hang them publicly.
And if that doesn't work, I shall hang them all!
That is murder, sir!
That is a solution, sir!
Now, you will abide by President Lincoln's decree,
and I will help you. And together,
we can restore this state to its righteous order.
But those killers must be stopped.
Good day, sir.
You can tally this stuff up for me, Mr. Curtis.
Yes, ma'am, Mrs. McCoy.Thank you.
Howdy, Johnse.
Mr. Curtis, ladies.
Mr. Hatfield.
Oh, dear!
Oh.
Here, let me help you.
Oh, no, it's no bother, Mr. Hatfield.
Please.My name is Johnson.
Johnson.
Well, most folkscall me Johnse.I see.
Johnse.
Roseanna McCoy, fetch your things to the counter
so Mr. Curtis can tally 'em up.
Yes, Ma.
Roseanna.That's a pretty name.
Thank you.
And what's your name?
Her name's Alifair.
Alifair?
That's a pretty name, too.
You know, they saythe way to the big sister'sthrough the little sister.
She don't talk, Mr. Hatfield. She never has.
Oh. I'm sorry.I-I didn't know.
Now, if you don't mind.
God! [crying]
Easy now, Mother.
No use in crying.
Asa can't hear you now.
War is a terrible thing.
It ain't war done this, Roseanna.
It was men what done this.
Them wounds are fresh, Ma.
Asa was shot rightwhere we found him,
laying on the other sideof Tug Fork.
I know where he was found. We all do.
And we all knowwho shot him.
[Roseanna]We don't know.
Not for certain.
Of course we do.It was the Logan Wildcats.
Devil Anse Hatfield'sgang of Confederates.
Why would Devil Anse want to shoot Asa?
He never had no trouble with them.
Asa...
God help him.
At least he chose to wear Yankee Blue
when he was on the West Virginia side of the river.
That made him a target.
I reckon that's all Hatfield needed.
An excuse to kill him.
What are we gonna do about it, Pa?
Grab your guns, boys.
Junior, you stay here with your mother.But, Pa!
Don't even!
Sarry, you stop your crying now.
We're gonna be wantin' supper when we get back.
It won't do no goodto get yourself killed.
Sarry, I ain't gonna get myself killed.
And if I do, I do.
But what about our boys?
You want to get our sonskilled, too?
Asa was murdered. Something's gotta be done.
Let the lawtake its course.
Fetch the sheriff.
The sheriff?
Naw. This is Kentucky.
Asa was killed in West Virginia.
He was Union. That gang of Hatfield's is Rebel.
Sheriff won't get involved. He can't.
Now hand me that rifle.
I don't want you to go.
You have supper waitin' for me when I get back.
Now hand me that rifle.
I love you.
I hope Pa's gonna be all right.
It's dangerous, the other side of Tug Fork.
For such a small river,it's filled with so much blood.
Hyah! Come on.
All right, then.
I want everybody to keepa cool head when we get there.
Won't do no goodto start shooting withwomen and children around.
Wrong person might get shot.
Devil Anse may be laying up there waitin' for us.
You think it's wise that we just ride up to his front door?
Ain't no other way.
I'll be damned if I'm gonnasneak up on my boy's killers.
They're gonna face meone way or t'other.
Understood?
Understood.
You got somethin'you wanna say?
No, sir.
Then let's go. Come on!
Hyah! Come on! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
Get going. Hyah!
Devil!
Devil Anse!
Mr. McCoy.
Wanna see Devil Anse.I heard you.
Most folks just knock on the door.
Yeah, but we ain't interested in getting a belly full of lead.
Like Asa did.
I heard about that.
I'm awful sorry for you folks.
Is your daddy at home, boy?
Yes, sir, he is.
I would have a word with him.
Why are we all being so fired civil, Pa?
Ease down, son.
Pa, Devil Anse killed Asa.
We need to root out the truth here, boys,
or we're no better than they are.
Truth? You can't getthe truth out of a Hatfield.Don't run in their blood.
Just the same, we're gonna hear it.
Ran'l.
Anderson.
'Stand you wanna speak with me.
I take it this ain't no social visit.
We came about Asa.
You looking for a fight, McCoy?
We come prepared.
For what, more killing?
Uncle Jim tells me you done lost one son already, Ran'l.
Ain't that enough?
Reckon you had a handin Asa's killing,Mr. Hatfield.
Pharmer, shut!
What about it, Anse?
I don't know nothin' aboutwhat happened to your boy.
He was a soldier.Soldiers get shot.
That's the chance they takeonce they put on that uniform.Any uniform.
We figure maybe he run into you and your Wildcats on the road.
Wildcats was disbanded back in November.
And me, I've been holed up, ain't left the house near two week now.
Bum leg. Hog rolled over on it. Damn near killed me.
You ask the doc. He'll tell ya.
I might just do that.
Anybody know what happened to young Asa?
Not me, Pa.
Uncle Jim?I ain't seen that boy
since he went off to that damn fancy school.
Well, now, Ran'l, looks like you're treein' the wrong coon.
Can't say as I blame you. I'd be looking for some answers, too,
if somebody killed one of my boys.
But it ain't me.
Reckon maybe it'slike you say, Anse.
I reckon so.
You're welcome to water your horses before you head back.
Go on, boys.
Evening.
Hyah! Come on!
Come on! Hyah!
That's too bad about Asa.
He got what he was askin' for.
We don't haveto answer to them, Anse.
This is Hatfield land.
McCoy ain't the law.
That don't matter, Vicey. A man's son's been killed.
He got to do something.
I can't imagine one of your own childrenlying dead in the road.
It's a terrible thing.
Asa McCoy wanted to fight.
It was his decisionto put that damn uniform on.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe it was the book learning,
all that professor preaching.
I don't know.
Hell of a decision, but he made it.
And who knows how many good folks that Yankee done already killed.
Uncle Jim,
you sure you don't know nothin' about this?
I shot him, Anse.
I shot him, but it was self-defense.
He drew first.
Damn boy riding through Logan County,
proud as can be in his Yankee Blue, armed to the teeth.
And you had to kill him?Johnse, we told that boy
we'd see him safely to Tug Fork
so he could cross back into his daddy's property,
but he wasn't havin' none of it, Anse.
Called us a few unneighborly things
and then went for his gun.
And that is the God's honest truth.
You tell 'em, Ell.That's what happened, Anse.
And how many times was he shot?
Folks say at least four times.
Four times.
It was... intense.
Yeah. Hmm.
Well, I reckon it's bestto let this situationrest as it is.
Ain't no reason to get old Ran'l McCoy all riled up.
What's done is done and cannot be undone.
Amen to that.Supper's waiting.
You go and wash up, son.
Yes, Pa.
"I am the resurrection and the life," saith the Lord.
"He that believeth in me, yea, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
And whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall not die forever.
I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that I shall rise out of the earth in the last day
and shall be covered again with my skin
and shall see God in my flesh.
Yea, and I myself shall behold him,
not with other, but with these same eyes.
We brought nothing into this world,
neither may we carry anything out of this world.
The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.
Even as it hath pleased the Lord,
so cometh things to pass.
Blessed be the name of the Lord."
These are difficult times, Mr. Phillips.
There are two wars being waged right now.
I agree, Governor.There's more killing going on
in the hills surroundingBig Sandy River
than just about anyother place in the country,war or no war.
I would suggest swift military action.
But Governor Bramlette believes that this trouble
falls into a slightly different civilian category.
Well, it is my call, General,
and it must be handled within the confines of the law.
The Hatfields have dug in on the West Virginia side of Tug Fork.
The McCoys are settled here in Kentucky.
Our jurisdiction extends only so far.
Legally.
Legally, our authority does not extend into West Virginia.
Legally.
What you're suggesting, Frank, is unlawful.
You cannot lead a raiding party into West Virginia
and snatch the Hatfields out of their beds.
It would never hold up in court.
You'd find yourself on trial, and you would lose.
Don't be so sure about that, Governor.
The state of West Virginia has no love
for this sort of thing either,
and they are bona fide Unionists.
Now, Anderson Hatfield's Rebel gang
is a black eye on Governor Boreman's legacy.
I'm not so sure he'd take their side.
True, but state's rights are the issue here,
and I don't believe that Boreman would stand for Frank crossing the river
and kidnapping our suspects.
What do you have me to do, sir?
Ask them politelyto turn themselves in?
I'm assigning you a special agent to bring this matter to a close,
and I expect you to do that.
You head into Pike County, try to talk some sense into the McCoys.
If everybody stays on their side of Tug Fork,
we oughta be able to bring this matter to a quick end.
And if they do not?There are other means.
You will get an arrest warrant.
Governor.
General.
Are you almost done with your chores?
Almost. Why?
How would you like to make some money?
What I gotta do?
I want you to run this note over to Mr. McCoy's house.
McCoy's house? Why me?
Mr.McCoy would never tolerate me on his property, but I think you can do it.
Sure could. They'd nevereven know I was there.
I want you to give it to their oldest daughter Roseanna.
I know her.I seen her in town before.
Here's a dollar. Now take off.
And hurry back.
Psst.
Over here.Who's that?
It's me, Tennyson.
Tennis? What are you doing here?
I got a message for you.
You do?
Johnse asked meto bring you this.
You may tell him I received it.
Yes, ma'am.You'd better get before your daddy misses you.
I'm gettin'.
If it wasn't Devil Anse what done in Asa,
it was one of them others.
I reckon Jim Vance had a hand in this.
You think?More like it as not.
He's always hated us.
Asa being a Union soldier just give him the excuse he was looking for.
There were others there,too, Pa.
Asa was shot in the chest and the head,
so he wasn't an ambush from behind.
He faced his killers.
His gun had been fired.
There were tracks from three men.
It might not have been Devil Anse,
but it surely was some of them boys from his Wildcats.
Well, I'm not one for standing around and waiting.
[muffled yelp]
Johnse.
Tennis sayshe gave you my note.
He did.
Well, what do you think?
I've been waiting for you.
It's Friday night.
I know what day it is.
This is the night that that tavern over in Ransom's open late.
So?So...
a fella could use a drink after a long day like this.
I think I'll pass tonight.
Junior?Hell, yeah.
What was that?Pa?
Don't you be drinkin', Junior.
Oh, n-no, sir.
I'm just gonna make surePharmer makes it back okay.
You gotta believeI never visited no harmto Asa or your folks.
I believe you, but it's not safe for you to come around here no more.
You must let me see you.
If we're discovered--We won't be.
[twig breaks]
Alifair, get back to the house.
Well, thank you.
It's better than my ma's.
Alifair!
Alifair, where are you?
Roseanna!
I gotta go.
Stay out of sight.
I'm here, Ma.
What are you doing?
I seen the shed door was open, and I feared something was wrong.
What was it?
It's nothing, Ma.
Nothing at all.
I guess Junior just didn't latch it proper.
Where y'all headed?
Out.
Where's them off to at this hour?
They's off to take a drinkin town.
With Junior?
He knows better. So do you.
Pa...
Leave me to my thoughts,daughter.
Mr. Hatfield!
Who's that?
We wanna talk to you.
You boys been waiting long?
Long enough.
My apologies.
The Hatfields don't run on your time schedule.
Baby brother's out kinda late, don't you think?
I ain't no baby, you rotten Hatfield bastard!
Got his daddy's manners, too, I see.
We know what happenedbetween you and Asa.
The hell you do, McCoy.
What y'all is looking to do is hang your Yankee shame on a body.
Anybody, as long as their name ain't McCoy.
You killed my brother.
Prove it.
You're gonna getwhat Asa got.
Gonna take allone and a half of you?
Shut up, Hatfield!
Just like a McCoy.
You're all a big man when a fella's got his back turned.
Hold him down! Hold him down!
That's enough!
[panting]
Let's get!
It's Ellison Hatfield!Somebody fetch a doctor quick!
He's still alive!
Whoa.
Elias, Valentine.
We came as soon as we heard.
How is he?
Tavern owner saidit was Ran'l's boys.
Pharmer and Ran'l Junior.
Junior?He was the onewith the knife.
How is Ellison still alive?
Oh, I reckon he's holding onlong enough
to find out what his brothersare gonna do about this mess.
What are we gonna do, Anse?
Mr. McCoy!
Ran'l McCoy!
Easy, folks.
You just stay right where you are.
I'm Deputy Frank Phillips,
and I'm duly appointed by the governor of Kentucky as a special agent.
Am I addressing Randall McCoy?
You are. What is your business?
I heard about what happened at the tavern last night.
I'm here to tell you that it ain't over.
And how's that concern you?
The governor wants to put an end to all this bloodshed
between you and the Hatfields.
And it is my sworn task to see that this happens.
Y'all stay in here.
You come with me.
Speak your peace.
Mr. McCoy,
the tavern owner and several eyewitnesses
have positively identified two of your boys
as bein' the men that attacked Ellison Hatfield last night.
He dead?
That I do not know, sir,
and I do not believe that I will be crossing state lines to find out.
What do you intend to do?
I'm appealing to you.
Let me take your boys into the jail at Pikeville.
It will be safer, and it'll be safer for your family.
Safer?
How do you figure that?
Do you really want a war here?
Can you give meone good reason why my boyswould want to go with you?
Because if they do not, you will all be killed.
Well...
maybe it is as you say.
For right now, anyway.
But you better be right,Mr. Phillips.
You can trust me.
I don't put no trustin the government.
Hold up there, Deputy.[cocks gun]
Don't even flinch.
Uncle Jim?
[laughs]
Yeah, I feel better now.
You are interferingin the official businessof Kentucky.
I strongly suggest thatyou reconsider your actions.
Official business of Kentucky.
Well, boys, I guess we're in big trouble now.
You Hatfields?
Ask them. They know.
Enough of this jawin' and yappin'.
My leg's paining me.
Hog laid up on my leg, damn near killed me.
You have my sympathies.
Thank you.
Listen here, Mr. Lawman, we're gonna take these boys back to Logan County,
to the jail where they belong,
where true justice will be served.
What?I'm sorry,but I have to disagree.
No need to apologize, mister.
Folks don't always have to agree.
We'll be leaving now.
You gonna let themdo this, Deputy?
They's gonna kill us for sure!
Shut up, Junior.
Don't worry, boys.
We'll work this out.
You understand that I willreclaim my prisoners.
One way or another.
Let's go, McCoy!Move it up there, boy!
Governor ain't gonna like this one little bit.
Hyah! Hyah!
How's he doin'?
[sighs]
Doc says it would take the hand of God hisself to save him.
Mr. Phillips.
There was a problem.
A problem?
We ran into the Hatfields on the road,
and there were more of them than there were of us.
You let the Hatfieldstake my boys?
I didn't have a choice, Mr. McCoy.
My boys are as good as dead,thanks to you!
The governor has given me full authority--
You tell the governorto go to hell!
I'll do that, sir.
Dear God.
How long we gonna keep those killers tied up?
Till we get word about Ellison.
How long is that gonna be?
Don't rush your brother to the grave, boys.
He's a strong one.
If I was you boys,
I'd be praying mighty hard that my brother pulls through.
Mighty hard.
[spits]
Devil Anse ought to beback at the house by now.
He don't ride so fast since he got that game leg.
You blame him, boy?
No, sir.
Poor ol' Ellison.
No wife to cry over him.
No young'uns.
He's got family,
and that's honest-to-God blood.
And blood don't run.
Seems you've made a right mess of things, Mr. Phillips.
I understand that, Governor,
but this is not a situation easily handled by a single man.
These families back in the hills,
they are not families as much as they are small armies.
Well, if you cannot handle this,
then General Burbridge will step in,
and then I really will have a war on my hands.
Well, perhaps, Governor, you--
Damn it, Frank,something needs to be done!
And it starts with gettingthe McCoys to the jailin Pikeville safely.
Easier said than done.Stop arguing with me!
I can't believe it.How could you let thoseHatfields take your prisoners?
Is that what I pay you for?
No, sir.
Do something about this, Frank.
I don't care what it takes.
But, by God, do something.
Aye.
You're home.
How is he?
Not good.
He say anything?
He ain't never woke up.
I don't reckon he ever will.
Where's Uncle Jimand the others?
They's over at the Pliant farm.
How's your leg?
Ah, it held up.
Put Major in the barn.
Yes, sir.
Johnse.
Sir?
Thanks for asking about my leg.
I love you boys.
More than anything.
We know, Pa.
Doctor stop by?
He did.
And what'd he say?
He asked how your leg was.
Anything else?
Not much else to say.
We got them McCoys that done this to you, Ellison.
Justice will be served,
and they will pay.
What are you gonna do, Anse?
Nothing more than what the law would've done.
Brother Ellison,
if you can hear me,
you have my word, by God, these boys will pay.
He don't hear you, Anse.
He dead.
What's happened, Pa?
Your Uncle Ellison has died.
You go on over to the Pliant farm
and tell your uncles what's happened.
But--You go on, son.
They're waiting for word.
Yes, sir.
Johnse.
Roseanna, what are you doing here?
Get back.
How's your Uncle Ell?
He's dead.
You can't let them kill my brothers, Johnse.
This is a matter for the law.
Which law? Kentucky lawor West Virginia law?
What you Hatfields are doing is wrong.
It's murder.
I have to go tell my Uncle Jim.They're waitin' on me.
I gotta go tell 'em.Junior's not right in the head, and you know it.
You know it.
They killed my Uncle Ellison.It was two against one.
Barkeeper said Juniorstruck the first blow.
In the back.
Johnse, if you love me,
please just have mercy.
Just get 'em to Pikeville Jail.
Roseanna,I can't help you.
Please, please.
All right.I'll do what I can.
I take it Anse ain't upto riding any more today.
His heart is deeply saddened.
I imagine it is.
How's Ell?
Dead.
All right, then.
Uncle Jim,I know everyone's riled up,
for surely it was a cowardly actthat killed Uncle Ell,
but stringing up them boys upain't gonna help anything.
I'm not quite sure I understand what it is you're trying to tell me.
I saying that maybewe should be breakingthis chain of bloodshed
instead of adding to it.
And do what, Johnse?
Let 'em go? Set these killers loose?
No. Take 'em to the jailin Pikeville.
They'll try 'em and hang 'emif that's what they got comin'.
Pikeville.
Johnse, we dare show our faces in Pikeville,
we'd be the ones they'd be hanging, and you know that.
What is the matter with you, Johnse?
You sound more like a McCoy than a Hatfield.
Those boys killed your uncle, my brother.
Don't that mean nothin' to you?
Of course it does.It's just--
It's just nothing. Go get them boys.
Go on.
Uncle Jim...
Nephew,
you stay out of this for your own good.
I do not want to forget for one second that your Anse's boy.
Let's go for a walk, boys.
You can't do this, Vance! Least let Junior go!
Nephew...
stay here and tend the horses.
Cut 'em loose.
Go.
Cut 'em loose.
Boys, my nephew Johnse seems to think that breaking with tradition
might bring peace to this unhappy situation.
I can't say as I totally agree with him,
but...
on the other side of that creek
lies the great state of Kentucky.
If I was you...
I'd get a move on before I change my mind.
Go on.
[screams]
I have been very fickle lately.
That's Roseanna McCoy.
Explains that gutless nephew of mine.
We can't tolerateany witnesses, brother.
Reckon it's as you say, Val.
We seen your girlfriend, Johnse.
Trouble is she seen us, too.
She won't tell.
The hell you say!
She won't!She won't...
if you go fetch her, bring her back here and talk to her.
Now go on.All right.
What you thinking, Uncle Jim?
I'm thinking it's either her or us, boys.
Whoa.
I'm sorry, Roseanna.
I thought I couldchange their minds.
Now they're gonna kill me, too.
That's not gonna happen.I won't let it.
[sobs]
I'm a witness, Johnse.
That makes me good as dead.
You know I'd never letanything happen to you.
I hardly have any family left.
We've got to go.
We've got to getaway from here,
someplace whereit doesn't matterwhat your name is,
doesn't matter who you are.
I can't.
I can't leave my folks now.
Roseanna, you're in danger.You said so yourself.
And if you wait any longer,you'll be a dangerto your whole family.
Okay.
I'm gonna pack my things and meet you out back later tonight.
Okay.
I love you,Roseanna McCoy.
I love you, Johnse Hatfield.
Howdy, Johnse.
Can you fill this for me?
You goin' somewhere, son?
Can you fill it for me or not?
Yeah, of course I can.
I didn't realize you were in such a hurry. Give me a minute.
Thank you.
Here you go, son.
Thank you, Mr. Curtis.Put it on my tab.
All right, Johnse. Sign here.
You sure she saw you?
Ain't no doubt about it, Anse.
And you're sureit was Ran'l McCoy's girl.
She was a ways off, but it was her, all right.
Roseanna McCoy.
And your boy Johnse, he gone all sweet on her.
That ain't a good relationship, Anse.
This ain't right, a Hatfield and a McCoy.
Poor choice of romance.
Johnse home yet?
No.He was supposed to...
go after that McCoy girl,
see if he could talk some sense into her.
That is, if he could.
Wonder where he is.
You don't, uh...
You don't think he's sidingwith the McCoys, do you?
What kind of talk is that,Uncle Jim?
Ain't no way he'd goagainst his own kin.
I don't mean to implynothin', Anse.
It's just that when affairs of the heart come into play,
a young buck like Johnse is likely to get confused.
And then loyalties can be divided.
The boy's not here, is he?
Johnse'll be home soon.You'll see.
You sit quiet, son.
Yes, Pa, but Johnsewill be back. I know it.
So, what is to be done?
I reckon we're gonna haveto pay old Ran'l a visit,
finish this business offonce and for all.
I'm sure he's heardabout his sons by now.
He gonna be blood crazy.
Best we get him first.
They'll be rounding up all their relatives.Mm-hmm.
Could be quitea gang of them.
That's right.
Them McCoys will breed with anything.
Which is why we have tohit them before they havetime to sound the alarm.
Yeah.
But by God, if any of youshoot my son Johnse...
Like you said, Anse,
Johnse would never side with the McCoys.
So you got nothing to worry about.
You can't outgun 'em.
There's too many of 'em.
I don't plan to outgun them, Sarry.
I plan to out-kill 'em.
And how you gonna do that?
You gonna sneak up on 'em in the dark?
I don't thinkyou understand.
The Hatfieldsare coming for us.
We're gonna have tohit 'em on the road.
Catch 'em off guardif we can.
It's the only hope we got.
I put the word out.
Cousins Jeff and Paris are rounding up a few boys.
We should meet up with them directly.
That's good.
We gotta even up the scorefor your brothers.
I would kill every one ofthose Hatfields if I could.
God willing.
Whoa.
Goin' somewhere, Johnse?
Yes, Ma, I am.
You runnin' off with that McCoy gal?
Yeah.
Better that than dead, I reckon.
I gotta get away from all this killing.
And I got to get Roseanna away, too.
Soon one of these feuding families won't even exist anymore.
Just be an foundation where a house used to sit
and a graveyard full of crosses.
I won't let usbecome those crosses.
Then you better hurry, boy, because...
Pa and his brothers are headed over to the McCoy farm.
Take it.
Take care.Okay.
Pa's leg will keep 'emoff the wagon roads.
I might can catch 'emif I cut over the hill.
Good-bye, Ma.
[sobs]
God bless you, Johnse.
[twig snaps]
[gunshot]
[screaming]
Alifair!
Ran'l! Tolbert!
Come on, honey. Come on, come on.
[gunshot]
Jim!
Alifair.
Mmm... Ma...
Ma...
Mama.
Mama's here.
[gunshot]
[gunshots continue]
Elias, torch 'em!
[thud]Damn.
That oughta burn 'em out!
Anse, I'm gonna flank 'em! Y'all cover me!
Don't let no one get away!
Thank God, you're safe.Johnse, they're aimingto kill everybody!
You know I can't stop it.
They hate each other too much to back down now.
They won't be happy till they're all dead.
We can't run away now.What else can we do?
You can stand up and fight like a man, boy.
That's what you can do.
Stand aside, Uncle Jim. We're leaving.
We won't be a part of this killing.
I'm sorry, nephew,
but I cannot allow you and your little witness there
to go off telling folks what you done seen.
You gonna stop us?
Hell, boy, you're a traitor.
You're a disgrace to meand to your entire damn family.
Your daddy would bea whole lot better off
without a traitorous cowardlike you around.
I reckon one of themrotten McCoys near donefound you back here
and, uh...shot you both dead.
Now that's what I reckon.
[click]Hell.
[click]God damn! Damn! Damn!
Run!
Go on, get out.
[groans]Go to hell!
Aagh!
Johnse!
Damn, boy. I did not think
you would actually go and shoot your old Uncle Jim.
Damn.
This little ladyof yours here,
can't allow her to gobirthin' no more of themlittle McCoy bastards,
so we're gonna haveto finish this right here...
and now.
[Anse]It is finished.
Devil.
Where's ol' Ran'l?
Ran'l and Tolbertgot out the back.
You were supposedto stop them.
What are you doing here?
Well...
You know how it is, Anse.
You remember what I told you?
Hmm.
Where was you goin', son?
Away.
As far as I could.
Away from the McCoys.
Away from the Hatfields.
Are you sure you wantto cut out on your familylike that?
I have to.
All right.
Pa!
Yeah?
Take care of that leg.
I will.
Let's get out of here.
Where's Uncle Jim?
Ran'l must've shot himwhen he snuck out the back.
Got Elias, too.
We better fetch 'em out.
Can't leave anybody behind.
Bring 'em back to the house.
So, this feud with the families has finally come to a head.
Yes, sir, and it was a massacre.
McCoy's house was burnt to the ground,
his wife and his daughter was shot dead,
and two of his boys were executed on the banks of Tug Fork.
How many McCoys are there left?
Just Ran'l and his son Tolbert,
but they got a slew of relatives.
Enough to keep this thing going?More than enough.
Frank, we need to bringthese people to trial.
That's not the answer, Governor.
We need to form a troop of soldiers
and take 'em out by force.
There has to be another way.This is not a military matter.
It is now.
I'm gonna assemble the men,
and we'll move out in the morning.
I forbid it.
You what?
There are some men at the door. Soldiers.
Thank you.
[scoffs]
General Burbridge,
it seems that you have been relieved of your command.
What?
This is preposterous! They can't do this!
I believe you havean army escort waitingfor you at the door.
Good day, sir.
You'll be sorry for this.
Good day, sir.
Congratulations, Governor.
Well, it had to happensooner or later.
Now, as far as thisother matter goes,
I want it taken care ofas soon as possible.
Well, that, sir, is gonna require me crossing into West Virginia.
I don't care anymore.Just do whatever it takes.
Thank you.
Frank...
you bring 'em in one way or another.
One way or another.
Well![chuckles]
You must be hungry, child.
Let me fix you something to eat.
Thank you, ma'am.
Come this way.
Tennis, help me in the kitchen.
Watch your step, child.
Ssst! Ssst!
"Train up a child in the way he should go when he is young,
and even when he is old, he will not depart from it."
Welcome home, son.