Halt!
That's far enough, negro.
- Oh, hold now.
I'm just an old Indian freedman.
I don't want no trouble.
- Then just keep on walking, you won't find any.
- Hold on one second.
You're an Indian freedman?
- Mm-hm.
- Maybe we won't be so hasty.
- I'm just looking for a little rest.
Damn lawman been chasing my ass for past four days.
- What for?
- I'm a bootlegger.
Them lawmen chased me right off the cliff.
Lost my horse.
Lost my pack horse. Lost all my whisky.
Mm. In a lake.
40 feet below. I'll show you.
- Hey, hey, hey! - Easy, boy!
- I only, uh...
I have two bottles.
- I smell bullshit.
Ain't no lawman gonna chase you for four days,
over two bottles of whisky.
Brother got a point.
- I am a bootlegger.
I ran back into town,
and I robbed a bank!
But I didn't get no money!
♪ Glory, glory, Hallelujah ♪
- Come have a damn drink!
You lazy bastard, get over here and dance!
Get over here and dance.
Come on, boy!
- Fuck them lawmen!
- Son of a bitch. Wake up!
Wake up! - What? What're you doin'?
- God!
All right, all right!
Okay, god damn it. - What's up?
- Good morning.
Want some coffee?
- Who are you, boy?
- Bass Reeves.
- That's a mighty fine cigar, Mr. Sanders.
I could see you like the finer things in life.
- Yes, sir. I do.
- What's the play, then?
- 500 up front and 500 in Corsicana,
when they put the deed to the land in my hand.
- I'd be happy to take your deposit.
But it's gonna cost you more to finish the job.
- How much more?
I need Bass Reeves outta my way.
- 1,500.
- Well, that's more than I proposed
for the Hale brothers' land!
- But it's what you'll agree to.
Oh, and Sanders?
This stays between
you and me.
- Get the job done.
Get Bass, get the Hale brothers' land.
- Oh, I will.
On that, you could be sure.
- You leaving again now?
- Jennie...
Wherever this Donner boy goes, he leaves a
trail of bodies behind.
Men, women, children.
It could be you or our kids, next.
- What about me?
I need you.
The children need you.
We have not heard from you in almost a year.
Ben is 14.
Already has your temper.
He needs his father.
- If I don't stop him,
I will have blood on my hands.
You understand, Jennie?
- Do you understand
what it feels like to not know if you're hurt,
dead, or alive?
If you're ever gonna walk through that door.
Do you?
- You are strong, Jennie.
I'll be okay.
- I don't think I can do this anymore, Bass.
- Mama! Come look!
Mama!
Horse, Mama. Lots of them!
Grab me, both.
Grab me tight.
What do you want?
Just keep on ridin'.
There ain't nothing here for you.
- Now that ain't no way to greet visitors.
- Y'all ain't visitors.
Just keep on ridin'!
- I don't think so, ma'am.
We're gonna stay for while.
- Yah!
Let's go, come on! Yah, yah!
Who you shooting at, huh? You dumb sumbitch, huh?
- What kind of man leaves his woman without a loaded weapon?
- Get your ass up here.
Huh? Who you shooting at, huh?
- All the rope! Grab all the rope!
Are you a religious man?
Of course you are.
They say it's supposed to keep the evil away.
I don't know.
- Shut up.
- Easy, easy, easy.
Slow and easy.
- Here's the sport of it.
Every time I hear that cowbell ring,
I'm gonna take a finger.
Hers.
On that, you could be sure.
- I say it good, boy.
Looks like I humped her to death, gentlemen.
You're welcome.
The hell you looking at?
I couldn't hear you.
What'd you say?
Huh?
What'd you say, boy?
- Aww, hell, it don't make a damn,
'cause we done run out of fingers.
- Yeah?
Two could play that game.
Whoa, gentlemen.
I'm just playing along with the game.
That's all.
Yeah?
Just playing along with the game.
Just playing with the game.
Hey.
- Y'all feel that?
He's comin'.
You feel that?
He's comin'.
You feel that?
He's comin'.
Sacrifice.
A sacrifice.
- Are you okay, Reverend?
- I'm okay.
But...
- But you're starting to feel the weight of the world
on your shoulders?
Are you not?
Everything that has or will happen
is in the hands of our Lord and Savior.
Your words have held our community together,
and given them hope.
- It's getting late. I think we both need some rest.
I'll walk you home.
- I'd like that.
- Sam.
- What do you want, Bass?
- This boy needs help.
He's been beaten,
and he's been stabbed.
Infection done set in.
- Oh, my.
What happened?
Oh, he's burning up. Quick, lie him down.
I'm gonna need some water to help keep his temperature down.
Oh, you poor thing.
I assume
you're a lawman?
Because I've never seen him.
- A Federal Marshal.
- When's the last time you had something to drink?
- Um, the day, yesterday.
- My word. Why didn't you say something?
Poor thing.
He's so hot.
Mr. Bass?
Your knife?
I'm gonna need you to start a fire and boil some water.
We need to sterilize as much cloth as we can.
Use shirts, handkerchiefs. Anything you can find.
Oh.
- It's gangrene. We're gonna need some alcohol.
You kidding me, right?
- I'll go into town and fetch some whisky.
- There's no time.
Will this suffice?
- I believe it will.
- It's medicinal.
- You gonna take me in?
- Mm.
Well...
You are still a wanted man, Sam.
- There's no coincidence you bringing that boy
to my church.
- Yeah, well...
We rode together for years,
and I think I know you better than you know yourself.
- You and your posse had me dead to right that night.
I've never known you to miss anything inside 50 paces.
You were no more than 10 when you missed me.
- No, sir.
I didn't miss.
I put that bullet exactly where I intended.
- How'd you know I was here?
- Well I've known you've been here
for about three years now.
But you killing 16 men in five days?
I found this on the boy.
Out there on that farm.
- You know whose it is?
- It's Jack Donner's.
He's been putting them on the victims,
ever since he killed your wife and your son.
I am going after Jack Donner and his men.
- When's your posse arrivin'?
- It doesn't.
But I ain't going alone.
You give that a look-see.
And I hope
I will be seeing you soon.
About time.
What took you so long?
- Face it, Bass.
You getting old,
and careless.
- Why you say that?
- 'Cause you didn't have no idea I was on you,
till it was too late.
- Really?
- Really.
- Mm.
Well...
Let's talk about it over dinner.
Mm.
Welcome back.
- It's good to be back, Bass.
You never said where we was goin'.
- Corsicana.
- Why in the hell would Donner and his boys
be going to Corsicana?
- Donner and his gang were hired to terrorize and kill
anybody that get in their way.
- Why?
- Oil.
- Oil?
- Yep.
Seems a cattleman was digging a new well.
Instead of hitting water,
he hit oil.
- I ain't heard of oil west of the Mississippi.
- See, their land is owned by two brothers.
Cattlemen.
And a oilman out of Virginia
has made 'em several offers to buy their spread,
but the Hale brothers refuse to sell.
- So you murder and kill one of the brothers and his family,
the other inclines to sell it cheap.
How you know all this?
- A couple of weeks ago,
I found one of Donner gang's left their own, gut-shot,
outside of Sanatoga.
According to him, they were hired to kill a family,
a couple of days south of Fort Worth.
- And you believe him?
- I do.
Loyalty doesn't mean much, when you've been gut-shot.
I just eased his passin'.
- Now, I know you wouldn't be going after that Donner
and his gang, if there wasn't a lot of money in it for you.
- 20,000.
For all of 'em.
Dead or alive.
- 20,000.
That's a hell of a lot of money, Bass.
- Uh-huh.
- If I survive, I'll be set.
Might buy me some of that cattle land.
Corsicana.
- The hell you know about cattle?
- A damn thing.
But I ain't buying the land for the cattle.
- Are you a speculator?
- I am.
- Why did you become a preacher man?
- To repent.
I knew those eight other men didn't have anything to do
with killing my family.
- So, why did you do it?
- Rage.
I'm a killer.
- Mm.
Yeah.
We all killers, Sam.
And some men just need killing.
Meet California.
Our sharpshooter.
Don't need to be that close.
Come on.
Look like we got some heavy forest.
About a mile past that ridge.
It'll be good cover for the night.
- Boy, this is a mess.
- What do you think?
- Three...
Four hours.
- These were farmers.
They left most of all the supplies.
Why kill 'em?
- He's just leading us with more messages.
- Oh, this poor son of a bitch.
- No signs of scavenging by wildlife at all.
- Huh.
Hell, buzzards ain't even found him yet.
- Yeah.
This means they're only a couple of miles away.
Sons of bitches.
- We'll tie up here for a bit.
- Well, there ain't no sense in unsaddling.
You got first watch.
- Yeah, the hell I do.
I had first watch last night.
- And you got it again tonight, too.
- I'll gut you, boy.
- Y'all better save some of that fight for what's coming.
- You'll be sleeping with your eyes open.
- Can I kill him now?
- Soon.
Real soon.
- Please don't. Please don't hurt me anymore.
I'm just an old man.
Please.
- Hey.
Friend.
We're not here to hurt you, old man.
- What happened here?
- They rode in around noon.
Acted really friendly.
Said they were friends with my boy, Hank.
Hank's wife, she asked them to stay for supper.
She'd fixed them some stew.
After supper, the one they called Donner,
he started shootin',
the farmers, and we tried to fight back.
He was quick.
- Why do you think they let you live?
- He wanted me to tell what happened.
Oh, God.
This is, this...
This is one of our Jeb's.
Oh, God.
- They salted the fields.
This land is useless now.
- What is it?
- They doubled back on us.
- Why? There's no way they could know we were behind 'em.
- They know now.
- Well, the only place they're headed that makes any sense
is Eagle Pass.
- Huh?
Why? There ain't nothing out there.
No settlements, no shortcuts, no nothin'.
- He's right.
I was out here a few years ago.
A couple old farmhouses about a day-ride, down this trail.
- How far?
- Oh, the way they're headed? More than a day.
- And?
- And there's a shortcut.
Biska Ridge area, near Richmond Crossing,
could shave off a good five or six hours.
- All right. Mount up!
- Bass.
It's gonna be dark within the hour.
Been riding all day.
These horses need rest.
- Come on.
Come on.
- So, uh...
How do you know this area so well?
- The war.
- You Union?
- Yep.
- Blue.
And true.
- Yessir.
I'll tell you the scariest thing I saw,
was old Bass here, was playing a card game with his master.
Colonel.
Colonel accused old Bass of cheatin'.
- All right.
I'll call you.
What you got, boy?
- Well, Master Reeves-
- Damn it, Bass!
How many times do I have to tell you we're in war time?
And as such, you will call me Colonel Reeves.
- Yes, sir.
Colonel Reeves.
Please forgive me. I understand.
- What in the hell are you looking at?
- Nothing, sir.
- Well, go out yonder and fetch me some grub,
and be quick about it.
- Yes, sir.
- All right, boy.
What you got?
Now, remember...
If you win,
I'm a-gonna sell your mama.
And I'm gonna have that gal you like.
Now you know
why we own your people, boy.
Straight.
- I do believe a flush beats a straight.
- You illegitimate cheating bastard!
- You saw?
- I did.
- Well, I guess you'll probably get promoted for
arresting the negro that attacked the colonel for no reason.
- The reason is clear.
Haul ass northwest.
I'll let the search team know I saw you running east,
toward the river.
It's not much, but at least it's somethin'.
- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.
One more thing.
My friends call me California.
- Thank you, California.
When I looked up, the first person I saw
was old California here.
When he didn't arrest me, man,
hell, I knew he was different.
- Yessir.
- You still didn't answer my question.
- Oh!
I pretty much memorized every square inch in North Texas.
That way, I could pass information.
Didn't have to write nothing down.
Yeah, I was...
17.
I infiltrated the 11th Texas Cavalry Regiment.
- So, you's a spy?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.
I made it work,
with this honest face.
- So, what's the plan for sun up?
- Gonna be a simple flank and shoot maneuver.
Here we go.
So...
We're set up,
and hit 'em from the front,
as soon as they get through Eagle Pass.
- By the time they know what's going on,
it's gonna be too late.
- It's kinda like setting a barn on fire.
Watch how many animals come running out.
Mm-hm.
Whoa.
You see what I see?
- Looks like five horses.
Two of 'em going to the forest.
One come back.
- Yep.
They fallin' apart.
Trying to get some rest now.
California.
We have enough time to get ahead of 'em?
- Yep.
Oh, we can definitely ambush 'em now.
- All right.
- Whoa.
Listen.
Too quiet.
- Can I kill him now?
- Yep.
- Whoa!
- Yah!
- Bitch.
No, no, no!
You son of a bitch.
I found and killed your sharpshooter, Bass Reeves!
Y'all all right?
- I'm all right!
You dumb sumbitch. Your ass is mine!
- Go!
- Face me like a man!
- You're making me work too hard, Reeves!
Pissing me off!
I'm coming for you, Reeves!
- I got you now, boy.
- Hey!
Yeah, I got you!
Oh, sh...
Oh.
Who are you?
- I'm coming for you, Reeves!
I'm coming for ya.
I hope you made peace, Reeves!
I aim to kill you! On that, you could be sure, buck!
It was always gonna be this way, you colored son of a bitch.
You just didn't feel it.
- Where am I?
- What's your name?
- Bass.
Reeves.
What's yours?
- Mary Pisachove.
It means,
"To see and kill."
You can stay with us,
until you get better.
- Thank you.
- Is the weight of the world still on your shoulders?
- Looks like you still got the herd in good shape.
- Can't thank y'all enough for your generosity.
- Hell, Tanner, it's all just been sitting around,
since Dad passed.
How you doing, Marshal?
- I'm doing fine, brother Jeff. How y'all doing?
- Good, sir. - Good.
- Sure we can't talk you into staying here
and settling down?
- Oh, hell no.
I'm still in my prime.
- Yes, sir. You sure are.
Good luck to you, Marshal.
- Y'all take care now.
What are you doing down there?
- Well, I speculate I'm standing on oil.
- Standing on oil?
- That's right.
- Is that right?
All that here?
You sure about that?
- It's on my terms, this time.
We'll see you, Bass.
- I'll be holding this for you, Sam Tanner!
Jennie, I'm so sorry.
- Shh.
Now, for somebody who can't read,
you always been good at reading me.
Nevermind.
I'm just gonna enjoy every moment.
Go take a bath.
♪ I walked this trail with the sun ♪
♪ And it's rising in my eyes ♪
♪ I walked this trail and I see the sun ♪
♪ It's on the rise ♪
♪ Am I good enough ♪
♪ Hiding soft in my bones ♪
♪ I see my path and I walk it now, on my own ♪
♪ I breathe the air of a cold and dusty sunrise ♪
♪ Got my six gun, leather and my boots ♪
♪ I feel the cold air burning with the sunrise ♪
♪ I might be mad, but at least I know that I'm not you ♪
♪ I walked this trail with the sun ♪
♪ And it's rising in my eyes ♪
♪ I walked this trail and I see the sun ♪
♪ It's on the rise ♪
♪ Am I good enough ♪
♪ Hiding soft in my bones ♪
♪ I see my path and I walk it now, on my own ♪
♪ I walked this trail with the sun ♪
♪ And it's rising in my eyes ♪
♪ I walked this trail and I see the sun ♪
♪ It's on the rise ♪
♪ Am I good enough ♪
♪ Hiding soft in my bones ♪
♪ I see my path and I walk it now, on my own ♪
♪ We're on the trail ♪
♪ I saw my path and I walked it now ♪
♪ On my own ♪