♪ The light you have shown me has changed me forever ♪
♪ I'd never lived until I felt your touch ♪
♪ I can't begin to explain how you saved me ♪
♪ Hey yeah ♪
♪ You can tell by the look in my eyes ♪
♪ Hey yeah ♪
♪ I should be on my knees to beg you ♪
♪ Please don't take your light away ♪
♪ I only live with your light in my life ♪
- So, you're the one who sent her to find me?
- I am.
- I got your note.
I tried talking to your friend here, but--
- I know.
She doesn't speak English very well.
- What she say?
- Oh, she's just lamenting
everything that we've lost recently.
- Is that your family laid to rest?
Your husband, and your children?
- My parents, and my brother.
Inger's husband.
- It's a shame.
I offer my condolences.
So you want to hire me
to protect your homestead, or what?
- No
That's burned.
Your gun is no longer needed for protection.
What I need now is revenge.
Cold and bloody.
- Cold and bloody.
- What'll it be, ma'am?
- Sir, I'm looking to hire a gun fighter.
A man by the name of Hawes.
I'm told he knows the territory.
- Now, ma'am.
I'm not one to tell folks their business.
But if you meet a man that's good with a gun,
he ain't it.
That drunk'll blow off his own toes
before he hits whomever it is you're hunting.
You should let your husband here tend to the matter.
- Thank you for that baseless assumption
on my marital status, but that man is not my husband.
He is only in my employ.
- How's that?
- You were about to tell me
where I could find Mr. Hawes.
- Oh yeah.
He's the one passed out drunk.
Your man here can have a whisky on the house
if he tosses that trash out of here.
- Start filling up the glass.
Free whisky, it always gets me.
Let's go!
We gotta get you out, boy.
Come on.
With the rest of the horseshit.
Stand up!
- Are you okay, sir?
Here, I'll help you up.
- Excellent.
I'm all the gun you'll ever need, darling.
I'll be damned.
That was you?
What are you?
Lucky?
- This is for your damages.
And this is for some bread and some milk.
- He doesn't want you in here.
- I said bread
and I said milk.
- Mr. Hawes, if I could just have a word with you?
- Thank you, sir.
- Mr. Hawes, you may wonder why I wish to speak with you.
- No.
But I guess you're gonna tell me.
- I wish to hire a good tracker,
and a gun to be at my side.
- Well why don't you let your husband handle it?
He's a tough guy, ain't he?
Threw me out of the bar.
- He is not my husband.
Now, can you help me or not?
- Never trained to be a tracker.
Or a gunfighter.
- Frontier living seems to have given you
all the skills you require.
- Well, up until last year, spent all my time
building this house.
Getting my fields ready for planting.
Poured all the hours in between
studying how to raise crops.
That's all I know how to do.
- I know of the tragedy that struck you
this year's past.
The same thing happened to me.
That's why I came to you.
You of all people know of my plight.
We're both victims of the same fate.
My home is in ashes.
And my family members lie in their graves.
I heard you hunted them.
The assailants.
- I tried.
- I need you to help me hunt them.
- Well since you know so much about it,
you'll also know that I never found 'em.
Sheriff told me they were a type of nomads.
- Then with your experience,
and what you've learned about them,
I am certain we can succeed.
- Look, I appreciate you wanting to give me a chance, but--
- I'm not giving you anything, sir.
You'll be paid for the work you do.
Plain and simple.
You get paid, and we both get what we really want.
- What I want?
What I want ain't possible no more.
- Revenge is possible.
- Look, I wish I could help you.
But the truth is, tough guy there is right about me.
If I was really worth a damn,
I'd have been able to protect my family.
But I couldn't.
You don't look like you're from these parts.
- I spent most of my time back east.
My parents sent me there for schooling.
- Huh.
So you're one of them educated women?
- Yes.
- Now's the time to use those smarts
to understand that you're more likely
to find your death up on that mountain
before you come across those bastards.
You seem like a fine young lady.
You got your whole life ahead of you.
Don't go trading that for suffering.
- I can handle suffering.
What I cannot allow is for those brutes
to go unpunished for what they've done.
- Those are my last two friends on earth.
I ain't got no money for more.
So if you wanna come back when they're empty,
I could maybe show you some more fancy shooting, possible.
- I don't have time to waste on possibilities, sir.
Or drunks.
- Hey.
Do yourself a favor
and forget about revenge.
Okay?
Killing those raiders, it might gratify you in the moment,
but it ain't gonna bring your happiness back.
Or your family.
- For once, you're making sense.
However, this is not about my happiness.
This is about standing up against evil and injustice.
Allowing those villains to get away with what they've done
and what they'll continue to do to innocent people is wrong.
And those who do not oppose evil
are in league with it.
- Ah, farewell fancy lady.
What?
I can't believe she stole my damn whisky.
Good afternoon, little fella.
Is mama around?
- His mama's right here.
Along with my friend Winchester.
Jebidiah, come over here now.
- I mean you and your little boy no harm, ma'am.
I need to give you something.
- My husband will be back directly,
so you can wait for him to shoot you,
or you can keep walking and I will.
- Ma'am.
You misunderstand me.
- I recognize you.
You're the one named Hawes.
- I am.
- Heard nothing but death follows you around.
- Finds us all soon enough.
Sadly.
This is from your husband.
- What?
- Well he asked me to deliver it to you.
- Why you?
Is he dead?
- Maybe we should speak somewhere in private.
- I was wondering what was taking him so long.
I expected him days ago.
I just didn't wanna assume the worst.
Did you kill him?
- It wasn't me.
- You killed him and now you're trying
to cover your tracks!
- Listen, please.
I can explain it to you.
You can find what you're looking for just through there.
Just through those trees.
Your boy should stay with me.
- Are you crazy?
You think I'm gonna trust you with my child?
- Ma'am.
You don't want him remembering his father this way.
- You get away from him!
Don't you touch my son.
- Yes, ma'am.
Your husband lies as I found him.
- Liar!
Filthy rotten liar!
You killed him, you took his money,
and now you think turning the money over
is gonna save you from the hangman's noose?
- Well, before you see me shot or hung,
take a look in your husband's left hand.
You'll find a note.
- It's directions to our home.
- In your husband's handwriting?
- Yes, it is.
- Read the rest of it out loud.
Loud enough so his son can hear.
- "My dearest love.
"I regret that I will not be able to keep my promises.
"I was shot by the sheriff over a misunderstanding.
"I'm bleeding out, and don't have the strength
"to make it home.
"Please don't hate me, beloved.
"All I can hope for now in my final hour
"is that God will have a decent soul to find me
"and deliver my money to you.
"I wish it was more.
"Tell Jeb he's the man of the house.
"My love."
- Look, I'm so sorry for your loss.
I can bury him for you.
- Give me my money.
- I already gave it.
- You didn't give me anything, sir.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm in no mood.
- I already proved to you that I didn't kill your husband.
What more do you want from me?
- I want my money!
- I put it in your son's pocket.
I wasn't touching him.
I was just worried that in your grief
you wouldn't accept the money.
You're welcome, lady.
- Harriet.
- I know, you miss your comforts.
But have faith.
God shall guide us.
Heaven's justice shall be yours,
my sweet sister.
Retribution for your husband and my family.
- Mr. Hawes!
- Yeah, I knew you wouldn't get too far.
Where's my damn whisky?
- What?
- The two bottles that you stole from me?
- We have no cause to take your whisky.
- And I ain't got no need or cause
to be tripping through these damn woods,
chasing to get back what's rightfully mine!
- You are either hard of hearing,
or shockingly stupid.
If you're just here to accuse me,
then why don't you just go off and kill yourself--
What?
- Shh!
I think you found him.
- Inger!
Inger, you need to run, okay?
You need to run back into town, okay?
Ride, go!
They're stealing our horse!
- Where's my gun?
- Is that all you can say?
I've been holding you for hours.
Your gun is reloaded, as is mine.
- Oh, I was in a deep sleep.
- How are you feeling?
- Pain and me are old friends.
How are you?
- My body is relatively uninjured.
However, I'm very scared.
So scared that I don't think I can move.
- That's understandable.
You just stared death in the eye.
- Please, no talk of death.
Only happy topics of conversation if you please.
- Like what?
- Anything.
Anything to take my mind away
from those filthy savages.
- Well.
I'm not much of a storyteller.
- Didn't you say you wished to succeed at farming?
- I did.
- Why?
- Well, you see a farmer not only feeds himself
and his family,
but he can also feed a growing town,
and as they prosper, so does he.
- And that's why it appeals to you?
- It used to.
Not anymore.
- No, no, Mr. Hawes.
Nothing morose.
Only positivity.
- Ah.
My father planted an apple tree on the day I was born.
As I grew up, so did the tree.
About the time I was five that the tree started
to bear fruit, and my father used to lift me up
so I could reach the best apples.
God, ah those were some of our happiest times.
And that was just a single tree.
So I got to thinking.
What if I had an entire farm?
With orchards and fields, so I could grow more.
- The gift of yet more happiness.
- Yeah.
- Though it may not seem like it at present,
if you follow in the Lord's path,
you'll find happiness again.
I can already see it.
Perhaps a little laugh at first.
You might even feel guilty for laughing,
but as you realize that life goes on,
even if the days get dark,
you'll find grace once more.
- Well, I admire your spirit.
- As I admire your skill with a pistol.
You know, you say you're useless,
but your display in battle proves otherwise.
- Yeah, well.
Now there's plenty who can shoot.
A real gunfighter, though.
He's different.
- How?
- Well the best gunmen, not only quick on the draw,
you see, they have an edge.
- What's that?
- They have to not care as to whether they live or die.
- Well, I thank God that you're alive.
- You know, you're not too bad with a pistol yourself.
Your daddy teach you?
- He did.
- Cultivated woman who can shoot.
Can I ask you a question?
- You may.
- You said that gunman of yours wasn't your husband.
Where is your husband, if I may ask?
Was he one of the ones who was killed?
- I've never married.
- Didn't you say that you went to school?
- Yes.
And while most parents send their daughters
to the university to find a husband,
I focused on my studies.
And then, of course, I found out that gentlemen
prefer subservience over education.
- Subservience?
- Yes, it's just this word that means--
- I know what the word means, miss.
It means that you got too strong of a will,
and those fancy rich boys who get to go to school
instead of working, well they ain't always strong.
They call themselves gentlemen.
But it takes a strong man to be gentle.
And strong men, they ain't afraid of strong women.
- You see very clearly.
- Well.
You'll be a fine catch for a lucky fella someday.
- Thank you.
But luck has already come
and left us fresh tracks to follow.
So what do we do now, cowboy?
- We should bury your companions.
- Mr. Tyson, yes.
Poor man.
- And the other girl?
- She's my sister-in-law.
She rode off, though.
She's probably back to town by now.
- She's most likely dead.
Same as you'll be unless you leave
this place with me right now.
- You know I can't do that.
And you need to stop blaming yourself for what happened.
- My family is dead
because of me.
Those sons of bitches attacked
after I left town that day.
You know why?
For these.
Some goddam seeds.
Yeah.
Walking around with my head filled
with foolish dreams about farming my own land.
So yeah, I am to blame.
- The only ones to blame are those monsters.
- I should have been there!
I should have protected my family!
I should have,
I should have appreciated what I had
instead of wasting my goddam time with what I wanted.
- Believe me.
I wish that I could lose myself in sorrow,
but I can't, because now is not the time.
When all of this is done,
when those savages are buried in the ground,
then and only then
will I weep,
bury my head in a pillow
and mourning for my brother,
and my parents.
So if I can withstand the sorrow, so can you.
- Anyone who lives long enough
will suffer the loss of their parents.
That's the natural order.
A father shouldn't outlive his child.
- I'm not trying to compare our levels of loss.
I know that you're in deep pain,
but you can't give in.
At some point, you have to move on.
Let God shine his light back into your life
with a righteous cause.
- Those devils took everything from me.
When I came home to what was left of my life,
all I found was a pile of rags and bones
to account for my daughter.
And a second pile
that used to be my wife.
The wedding I gave her,
it damn near melted to what was left of her finger.
Nothing but burnt bones and torn rags.
That's all that was left
of the place where my heart used to be.
So you tell me
where was God's light
when my family was being murdered?
- God never promised any of us
a life without suffering,
but if you walk in his light
on his path, you will live a life without regret?
I don't deserve
to live life without regret.
- Why?
Because you committed the great sin
of leaving your home for a few hours?
- Excuses won't change a damn thing!
I failed.
I failed to protect my family.
Don't you understand?
Nothing can absolve me of that.
- That's the difference between us then.
We've both suffered the burden of loss,
but only one of us has the strength
to see God's will be done,
and this evil cast back into hell.
- You see this crazy game of yours
through to the end,
and I reckon hell will be
where you and I meet again.
- I have dedicated my life
in service to the Almighty.
My soul is in his hands.
Go find your whisky.
Wash down that cold lump of cowardice.
- Perfect place.
To die.
- Did you come here to die?
- How'd you creep up on me like that?
Where the hell did you come from?
- From above.
- I don't know what brought you all the way out here
but there's dangerous folk all over this mountain.
Crazy savages.
Understand it ain't safe for you to be here.
Wow.
You're a real peach.
- A peach?
- It's farmer talk.
- You a farmer?
- Yeah, I used to be.
Well, that's not true.
What I meant to say was I wanted to be.
Hey, you, how did,
how did these get here?
- A miracle.
- Yeah.
More likely they were taken by a woman.
A woman who wanted chasing.
Get me roped into her troubles.
- Well, now that you have your miracle,
there's nothing left for you on this mountain.
You can take your prize and go.
- And leave you here?
Look, maybe I haven't made myself understood.
This place ain't safe for you.
There are savages who are hungry for blood.
Do you get it?
I'm talking monsters.
Are you alone?
- I am not alone.
- Well, I didn't mean spiritually, sweetheart.
I meant like, are you alone without men?
Guns?
- This is all I need.
- I wouldn't go putting all your faith
in those trinkets.
You know many true believers died
thinking that their lord and savior
would be there at their fateful hour.
You see, the truth is,
ain't nobody up there looking out for you.
Not God.
Not Jesus.
I know from experience.
- You die?
- Of course not me, woman!
If you must know,
my family was killed
under the watchful eye of God.
You know what he did?
Nothing.
Why?
I'll tell you, because God,
God allows the innocent to die
while the murderous and the wicked
carry on thriving!
- Well what would you have him do?
- Oh, God?
Well you know, I can't speak for him, can I?
But you know maybe, instead of wasting miracles
on finding goddam whisky bottles,
you know, he could send an avenging angel
that could come down and stop these murderers
before they kill more innocent souls.
- That miracle is already here.
The avenging angel just needs to decide
whether to go home and drink himself to death,
or go and fight against evil.
- So what's it gonna be?
♪ If you could feel this ♪
♪ Whole mountain of power ♪
♪ The ocean that showers ♪
♪ Right over you ♪
♪ I see the light ♪
♪ Of a new horizon ♪
♪ As my soul cries ♪
♪ And the truth dies ♪
♪ Like the passing seasons ♪
♪ Go by and by ♪
♪ This life I gave ♪
♪ Turned cold like a winter sky ♪
♪ I would be lost without you ♪
♪ Stuck at the dark forever ♪
♪ But you brought me back ♪
♪ Back to life again ♪
♪ If you could see all the truth I see in you ♪
♪ The beauty in you is what I pursue ♪
♪ Like the passing seasons ♪
♪ Gone by and by ♪
♪ This life I gave turned cold ♪
♪ Like a winter sky ♪
♪ If you could feel this ♪
♪ Whole mountain of power ♪
♪ The truth how it towers ♪
♪ From all you do ♪
♪ Here and now ♪
♪ We suffer pain ♪
♪ Nothing to gain ♪
♪ This won't sustain ♪
♪ And like the passing seasons ♪
♪ Gone by and by ♪
♪ This life I gave turned cold ♪
♪ Like a winter sky ♪
♪ And like the passing seasons ♪
♪ Gone by and by ♪
♪ This life I gave turned cold ♪
♪ Like a winter sky ♪
- Here!
Load it!
Shoot your way out here!
Save yourself!
Don't worry about me!
You did it, fancy lady.
- As did you.
Not only did we stand up against evil,
but we also freed some of their prisoners.
God's work indeed.
- Mary?
- Papa?
- Mary?
Praise God.
I thought you were dead.
- Papa they killed mama.
- I know, baby.
I thought they got you, too.
I thought I buried your bones, baby.
I woulda come get you sooner, I promise,
but I thought that,
I got you now.
Baby, I got you.
And I'm never gonna let you go.
♪ The light you have shown me ♪
♪ Has changed me forever ♪
♪ I'd never lived until I felt your touch ♪
♪ I can't begin to explain how you saved me ♪
♪ Hey yeah ♪
♪ You can tell by the look in my eyes ♪
♪ Hey yeah ♪
♪ I should be on my knees to beg you ♪
♪ Please don't take your light away ♪
♪ I only live with your light in my life ♪
- And that is the story of Hawes Ranch.
You are standing on the very ground
where they planted their first seeds.
Although they had many more adventures,
they did live happily ever after.
Thank you for taking the tour,
and enjoy your day at Hawes Ranch.
♪ We're running through the sage brush ♪
♪ Pushing cattle all day long ♪
♪ Sitting by the campfire ♪
♪ Picking out a country song ♪
♪ Cool breeze blowing ♪
♪ No worries, I'm doing fine ♪
♪ But the blonde haired girl at home ♪
♪ Is still on my mind ♪
♪ I seem to be getting through the night ♪
♪ And the stars are shining ♪
♪ I seem to be getting through the night ♪
♪ But it ain't the same without you ♪
♪ Well tonight I'll sleep ♪
♪ And dream about tomorrow ♪
♪ Riding on the open western plain ♪
♪ This is what I love to do ♪
♪ Where I want to be ♪
♪ But I wish that blonde haired girl ♪
♪ Was still with me ♪
♪ I seem to be getting through the night ♪
♪ As the stars are shining ♪
♪ I seem to be getting through the night ♪
♪ But it ain't the same without you ♪
♪ Cowboy living's a life that's meant for two ♪
♪ Because baby when I'm out there working ♪
♪ I just want you ♪
♪ But I seem to be getting through the night ♪
♪ And the stars are shining ♪
♪ I seem to be ♪