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Ride With The Devil Script

   A little late. Ain't it so?


   Giver of all graces,

   the author of everlasting light, send Thy blessing...

   upon these, Thy servants...

   this man and this woman whom we bless in Thy name...

   that as Isaac and Rebecca lived faithfully together,

   so these persons may surely perform and keep...

   the vow and covenant between them made.

   Dearly beloved, we are gathered here...

   What's ticklin' you? Do you smell somethin' funny?

   Fool. It's the cologne my ma slapped on me this mornin'.

   ...signifying unto us the mystical union...

   What brings you so late to sister's funeral?

   I mean wedding. My pa had me workin'.

   Huh. Son.

   Let him speak now, or else forever hold his peace.

   Do you believe all those men are necessary, Horton?

   We can take no further chances, Asa.

   You and I both know it'll soon be war between us and the Yankee aggressors.

   With that black republican Abe Lincoln in the White House,

   Missouri's no longer safe from the depredations of Jennison and his Kansas Jayhawkers.

   They've yet to strike this deep into Missouri, Horton.

   Lawrence, Kansas, and its abolitionists are a long way from here.

   There are Union men even here amongst us, Asa.

   Schmidt and his Germans formed a militia at Independence,

   and his Lawrence cohorts have eyes and ears amongst us,

   even here.


   Take care, now.

   I've been thinking, Jack Bull, a wedding is a peculiar thing.

   It's no more peculiar, Jake, than slavery. That's certain.

   That's why I've often wondered for what cause those Northerners...

   are so anxious to change our Southern institutions.

   When both North and South, men are every day enslaved at the altar,

   regardless of their state or color.

   When there's a type of subjugation, we should avoid it, Jake.

   Happily, my poverty insures my freedom from such a fate.

   Oh, no. Not if my mother can help it.

   I heard her singin' your praises earlier to the sister of the groom.

   Good day, Mrs. Chiles, sir. Father.

   Please give our regards to your father, Jake. You know he's invited.

   He's more comfortable workin', you know.

   You must at the least bring Mr. Roedel some of the cake.

   I will, ma'am. Thank you.

   Guten Morgen.

   Guten Morgen. Guten Morgen, Jakob.

   Guten Morgen. Guten Morgen.

   Father, Mrs. Chiles sends her regards, a piece of the cake.

   You are to see tomorrow Mrs. Kreitzer.

   The war is sure to come now, with the secession.

   Mrs. Kreitzer's husband will take you in St. Louis.

   Pa, I told you, I'm not gonna huddle with all the Lincoln-lovin' Germans.

   It is safer. For us, this is no war.

   Pa, you may have bore me in Germany, but I was raised here.

   These are my people. And if it gets hard... Your people?

   No, Jakob, this they are not.

   You will always be a deutschman, a German to them,

   no matter with who you are friends.

   Promise me you'll go to Mrs. Kreitzer.

   Where is he? Where is he?

   I got him! I got him!


   Let's go, Asa.

   My son's gone.

   Where's your boy?

   Jake, my pa.

   He told me to run, Jake. He told me.

   Did you see who they are?

   Jayhawkers, Jake. Lawrence men.

   Father! Come on! Don't you die here too.

   Find the boy. Let's go look in the mill.

   Check the barn. Find the boy.

   Ted. Riders.

   Gentlemen, Captain Henderson, Company D.

   You boys have rid a bit far from home.

   Hell, spent two night trackin' this bushwhacking bastard...

   and his Confederate friends.

   What are you boys doin' this far into Missouri?

   Just rootin' out rebels and conscriptin' chickens.

   Been through Cass and Lafayette Counties.

   Killed our share.

   Not much action in Lafayette.

   We got four Sunday last.

   Stretched their necks. They're still hanging.

   Hey, George, fetch a busthead out there.

   So you men were in on Lafayette?

   Yes, sir.

   We were tired of chasin' these rebs into the bush.

   Can't trust none of these locals. They're all hiding 'em.

   I wish we had a real army to fight,

   not these sneakin' bastards.

   Battles and armies... it's all back east.

   Down here in Missouri, you just have the people to fight ya.



   - So you were in on Lafayette?

   - Bushwhackers!


   Doin' business with the Yankee invaders, huh?

   No. They forced me.

   He's dead.

   You killed him.

   Shoot me too, please.

   We don't hurt women, ma'am.

   We took her man. We should leave her the store.

   Come on, Jake. It's gettin' hot in here.

   Enough of this, boys. Let's load up!

   Hyah! Hyah!

   "Dear Mrs. Chiles, by this letter you will know...

   "that I and your son Jack Bull are living yet.

   "We long for news of you, but our horses'backs remain our only residence,

   "and it is yet too dangerous to return home.

   "Our news is this... Jack Bull and I at last...

   "met with Captain Warren, the killer of your husband,

   "and he and four of his accomplices breathe no more.

   "I know it must be painful to recall the night your husband was taken from you,

   "but we hope you will find some comfort in knowing how our work continues.

   "Often we don the Union Blue to lull the Federals into a false serenity,

   "and the Yanks pay dearly for their belief in appearances.

   "Under the disguise, we wear our bushwhacker vestments close to our hearts.

   "They may not be regular army uniforms,

   "as there is no Southern army out here for us to join,

   but where we find true Missouri men, we make our own army”.

   Black John!

   George Clyde. Whoa!

   "If you should happen upon my father,

   "kindly express to him my truest regards.

   "He will not accept news from me directly, as he disapproves of our cause.

   "Please tell him, though, that in my disobedience to him,

   "I still obey the call to honor he himself taught me.

   "With warmest love from me and from your son,

   Yours Sincerely, Jakob Roedel”.

   Always loved ridin' with George Clyde.

   He makes Yankee killin' as entertainin' a pastime as greasin' ganders.

   Whose guns are those? You mean Holt over there.

   You'll get used to him. That's Holt.

   That's George Clyde's pet nigger.

   Don't call him that in front of George, though.

   George don't like that. He carries those?

   Yeah. He's a damn fine scout.

   When George tosses him a gun, a good Yankee killer too.

   Him and Clyde growed up together.

   When Jim Wayne's boys come for Clyde, Holt sent three of them to heaven,

   so he rides with us now.

   'Cause them Yankees want to kill him real bad.

   Yeah, well, a nigger with guns is still a nervous thing to me.

   We're lookin' for the Dorr's place, ma'am.

   It's just up the road. Who are you?

   Why, we are Southern men, and hungry.

   You don't look like Southern men. How do I know?

   Woman, my name is Crawford, one of the Six Point Creek Crawfords.

   Do you know me?

   I knew the father.

   Well, come on. Eat as what we have.


   You're an interestin' foreigner, Jake.

   Why is that?

   I hear your pa's a Dutchman.

   That you're loyal to here and not the North. It's uncommon.

   No, Jake may have been born a Dutchman,

   but my ma and pa practically raised him.

   He's as Southern as they come.

   Where's the other one, you devil?

   Speak up now, and maybe you'll live.

   I'm alone. That's my daddy's horse.

   He was shot off it three days back.

   He's lyin'. Let's parole him to Jesus, and right now.

   Jake, get in here! Get the horses!

   Damn! They took my pinky!

   You boys, cover all sides!

   Damn! Cover the women! Go over there!

   - Ahhh! - Turner, cover the women!

   Please, ma'am, get over there!


   - Ow! Damn!

   Don't fret about that now!

   - Cease fire!

   - Cease fire! - Hold your fire!

   I said, cease fire, goddamn it!

   Control your fire!

   Do you kill women?

   There's women in here!

   No, we don't kill women! Send 'em out now...

   and they'll be safe!

   Please, ma'am, you and your daughter got to go.

   We are goin', son. You best believe it, there ain't no way we're not goin'.

   - You'll have to come out! - Fire!


   - Trust me. - We can't hold 'em from here!

   Get back, Lewis! We'll kill them yet!

   We'll just have to take our chances running!

   They'll whittle us down! There ain't so much as a stump out there for cover!

   Come on, men! Let's go do it!

   Let's go.


   Go! Go!

   Go, Riley!

   - Come on! - Let's go!

   Come on! Get Riley! Come on!

   Hold your fire!

   - Hold your fire! - Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

   Giddap, boys! Everyone!

   - Come on.

   - Giddap!

   Hyah! Hyah!

   Let's go!

   Let's go!

   Come on!

   Where's my brother? Don't know.

   Did you see my brother? Uh-uh.

   - Black John. With him alive. - With Black John? Alive?

   Whoo! That was sure enough! They left us hurt.

   This way, boys.

   Hyah! Come on.


   Jake? Well, Jack Bull.

   Jake Roedel.

   Well, Alf Bowden, you sure are in a fix.

   Seems so. Surely does seem so.

   Do you know this man? Certainly.

   His daddy's place is just downriver from the Chiles'.

   Hemp growers.

   Jack Bull.

   Goes it at home?

   No, no, no. It all just goes on.

   Some may have died, not most.

   What of my mother?

   Well, now... Well, she is watched.

   All the secess are watched.

   And my father?

   He comes and goes. He's a Union man.

   He ain't bothered by no one. You must know that.

   You must know the whole town talks about you boys out here black-flaggin' it.

   Some friendliness may be lost for your kin.

   Come on, now. You been fed?

   Not so as you notice.

   I'll look into it.


   Now, take this down. This is for the Lexington Union News.

   So do it fine the way you do.


   "Dear Citizens,

   "The stakes are most common these days in deadly foray.

   "The Federals are to hang William Lloyd and James Curtain,

   "two fine sons of Missouri.

   "But by a provident cut of the cards,

   "four Federals have been dealt to me,

   "and it is their hope that Lloyd and Curtain are not hanged,

   "as they would provide the sequel to these murders.

   "However, if our boys are released,

   "I will, as a gentlemen,

   "release these unfortunates.

   "The choice is yours, citizens, so make it wisely.

   "Signed, John Ambrose and George Clyde,

   Commander and First, Irregulars”.

   That's good. Put a note on it that says,

   "What you think we ain't, we are. Remember it”.

   Who will deliver it? There are Federals all over Lexington.

   We could slip a man in there. We done it before.

   Oh, I reckon a citizen could be pressed into service, if one could be found.

   That might be a job, for citizens are cautious hereabouts.

   You got some better idea, Dutchie?

   Maybe you should volunteer yourself.

   Well, there is a way we could prove more things than one.

   If we send a prisoner, it would prove we have prisoners,

   and also, he can attest to our intentions.

   It seems to me he could get more quickly into town as well.

   And time is short. Lloyd and Curtain will be hanged right quick, I would think.

   It's a good idea. Some fine touches to it.

   Yeah, you should speak up more, Roedel.

   You're not near so dumb as you let on.


   Now, go put one of them Federals on a horse with that letter.

   Convince them to see this deal through, Alf.

   We're only askin' to be treated like the soldiers that we are.

   We shall do the same for your companions here.

   Do your best.


   What are you lookin' at?

   Jake. Aw.

   Black John says you're lettered. It's Union mail.

   He wants you to look it over, tell him if there's anything to learn.

   All right.

   Well, it's just stuff from up north.

   There's no military intelligence in here.

   Well, maybe you could read it to us just the same.

   Read us this letter, Dutchie.

   That's someone else's letter.

   Was. I wanna hear you read it.

   I don't think I care to.

   Oh, is that so? Well, I think that if you think a little bit more, Dutchie,

   you'll think you do wanna read at me.

   Right now, too.

   How do we know there might be secrets in it? Read it at us.

   Yeah, come on, Dutchie.

   All right.

   This here is from Mrs. Mary Williams of Bear Lake, Wisconsin.

   "Dear Sons, No word of you in so long,

   "right past first frost of the year last.

   "Your father is better, but his feet are still bloatin'.

   He won't walk right on them”.

   That's the blood does that. The blood bloats the feet.

   "Fire hit the old church. Burned down.

   "The new one was just ready, so no great trouble was had of it.

   "Margaret is married since the frost of this year last.

   "You wouldn't know it, for how could you? Her husband is Walter Maddox.

   "He is out of the war, with one arm busted at New Madrid.

   "But it works fine enough.

   "The dirt was turned over, and the smell and deepness gave me heart.

   It is just black rich. You boys know how that is”.

   My daddy was up there.

   He was up there way before they hung him.

   He said the dirt was so rich you could've et it like porridge.

   Yeah, very good dirt up there. Short grow season.

   Yeah, sounds like real good dirt to me.

   "That girl Dave got sweet for is in town and still single and about.

   "She asks of you, but I have no news since first frost of the year last.

   "Without news, I cannot answer her.

   You are both missed here. Your mother”.

   Sounds like my mother. What a woman does.

   One mother's very much like another.

   Remember one thing: Her boys will kill you if they can.

   What is it, Jake?

   I hear you ruminatin'louder than a cow chewin'in my ear,

   and it's keepin' me from my sleep.

   Do you think Alf Bowden's made it back to Lexington as yet?

   There was a minute there when I saw him ridin' off,

   and I thought maybe you and me could join him.

   That we could all ride home together.

   Just ride back home.

   What have you left at home you're so anxious to ride back to?

   Nothin'. Just a passel of memories.

   Mostly memories of you and me.

   Of your father, old Asa Chiles.

   We'll stick together, Jack Bull. We'll get all of it back.

   You're a black magician who can raise the dead, are ya?

   No, my father's under the dirt to stay.

   Like that's goin' to stay too.

   My finger? Mm-hmm.

   Well, so it is.

   And it makes me notable by the loss.

   You sound pleased, as if that finger had been pesterin' you for rings.

   No, it was a fine finger, and I'd rather have it still.

   But it was took from me, and it's been et by chickens for sure.

   And I say, "What is the good side to this amputation?

   And there is one. Name it, Jake.

   Well, say one day some Federals...

   catch up to me and kill me in a thicket.

   They would riddle me and hang me,

   and no Southern man would find me for months.

   When they did, I'd be bad meat, pretty well rotted to a glob.

   You're scientifically accurate, I'm afraid. I've seen it.

   I'd be a mysterious gob of rot.

   People would say, "Who was that?"

   And surely someone would look up and say,

   "Why, it's nubbin-fingered Jake Roedel”.

   And then you could go and tell my father I was clearly murdered,

   and he wouldn't be tortured by uncertain wonders.

   And that's the good of it?

   Yes, sir, that's the good.

   Go to sleep, Jake Roedel.

   It is time for our winter hibernation.

   I have gathered the names of loyal Southerners who shall provide for us.

   We'll group in fours.

   I'll send word the beginnin' of spring for where to rendezvous.

   We shall to the Evans farm, boys.

   Their place is about half a mile from the Willards',

   where there resides a certain Miss Juanita,

   to whom, if I do not flatter myself,

   my attentions are not unfavorably regarded.

   You mean to say we're to spend the winter in Lafayette...

   solely on account that you're sweet on Juanita Willard?

   That's as good a reason as any, Dutchie.

   Nolan's brought some news from home.

   Hank Patterson is murdered.

   Our old neighbor Jansen got him with his gang of militia.

   That's sad. He was a good Southern man. What of Thomas?

   Oh, he is murdered too.

   And Sally Burgess married a Federal from Michigan.

   Her whole family hides their faces.


   well, Dutchie,

   that Federal, Alf Bowden,

   he rode straight from here and killed your father.

   He shot him in the neck down by the river,

   then booted him along Main Street till he died.

   I spared Alf Bowden.

   You all know it.

   You taught him nicely, but he forgot the lesson.

   But my father... My father was a Unionist like all the Germans.

   An unconditional Unionist.

   Well, yeah, but he was mainly known as your father, Dutchie.

   You got a reputation now.

   Come here, boys.

   Good day, sir.

   Abel Evans. George Clyde.

   Sorry we can't all be of proper hospitality, but with the Federal patrols...

   We're much obliged. May I ask after Mrs. Evans?

   My wife. Well, she's as well as can be expected.

   Our other Mrs. Evans, Sue Lee...

   Well, she was a Mrs. Evans for but three weeks...

   until my son joined our Confederate forces.

   He was killed in the fightin' at Independence.

   We're sorry to hear of it.

   Yes, well, you boys lay low.

   We'll come by from time to time with provisions...

   such as there are.

   We're much obliged.

   Been a while since we done work. Somethin' soothin' to it.

   Yeah, well, work has never been my main ambition.

   We've done much work. I think I've spied an easier way to riches.

   Spell out this miracle.

   You just ride on up and take it.

   Ah, good old rule. Simple plan.

   It's a workable method that is proven.

   George, you got mud in your eye.

   Rider's comin'.

   Let's go see our visitor.

   Good day. Don't shoot or some dumb thing like that.

   Whoa. Well, how do? You must be Mrs. Evans.

   I brung you some supper.

   I'm, uh, pleased to meet you, Mr... Chiles.

   Mr. Jack Bull Chiles. This is Jake Roedel.

   And... George Clyde, Mrs. Evans.

   Mr. Evans wishes me to apologize for not havin' sent you food sooner.

   The Federals have been on the move.

   Don't you call me Mrs. Evans. My name is Sue Lee Shelley.

   It's a good one, and I am a widow now.

   Reckon I'll go back to it and use it.

   Please pardon me.

   Won't you come in? It's not much to gaze upon,

   but I reckon we could assay some hospitality.

   George. After me, ma'am.

   Right this way, ma'am. Excuse me.

   Thank you.


   What are you smilin' at?

   I'll see to that mule.

   Wait a second. What did you say?

   I say I'll look to him.

   You better go on in there, let that woman see your face.

   Damnation, Holt. I think I know best how to handle my personal affairs.

   Now, you see that lady's mule while I check on what she brung to eat.

   Excuse the mud. We'll just...

   There you are, ma'am.

   My! Aren't you bushwhackers the gentlemen.

   We try to make the effort when possible, ma'am.

   Do you think manners should be dropped in times like these?

   No. But I don't think horse sense oughta be dropped either.

   It's cold.

   You're so kind to think of us, ma'am.

   You men think of us more. You do the good work.

   I know it's dirty and it's dangerous.

   Those are good words to hear, ma'am.

   It's not always we hear them.

   Well, I really should be goin'.

   Mrs. Evans will worry if I don't.

   Uh, ma'am?

   We're awful sorry about Evans, Jr. Gettin' killed.

   Well, we all suffer, but he suffers no more.

   He was a good husband to me.

   For three weeks he was a good husband, but he didn't last.

   What's he doin' here, inside?

   Oh, ma'am, this nigger's with me. His name is Holt.

   Well, wouldn't he be more useful off in a field, plowin'?

   Oh, no, I reckon not.

   No, ma'am. That's one nigger I wouldn't try to hitch behind a plow.

   No, I wouldn't try that.

   Well, now.

   Oh, I almost forgot.

   Mr. Evans asked that you come to the house tomorrow evenin' after dark.

   He's up on latest Federal movements, and he could post you on 'em.

   Why, we'd be honored.

   Um, I'm not sure about him. Mr. Evans...

   You ain't got nothin' to worry about on that score. You needn't worry about Holt.

   I'll be takin'Holt with me to the Willards'tomorrow.

   We won't be comin' to your dinner.

   Mr. Clyde, honestly, I didn't mean to speak ill of your nigger.

   He's not my nigger.

   He's just a nigger who I trust with my life every day and night, that's all.

   - That's very high praise. - Yes, ma'am, it is.

   I see.

   Well, gentlemen, I really must take my leave.

   I hope the food'll please you. It looks wonderful.

   Why, thank you. Now, good night, all.

   - Good night. - Good night, ma'am.

   Holt, the lady said good night to all.

   Touch your hat and say good night.

   - You don't tell him nothin'. - He's bein' rude.

   - Gentlemen, please. - He don't need no tellin'.

   George. Good night, missy.

   Good night, Holt.

   I'll see the lady to her mule.

   Holt. It won't be a hardship, George.

   Well, let's eat. This smells good.

   Be careful.

   Holt, you want my bacon?

   I could eat more.

   Go on, then.

   I appreciate it.


   do you want my bacon?

   Yes, I could eat it.

   Well, I'll shit it out by the oak tree in the mornin'.

   You can just go and help yourself.

   And why, if you do not mind my askin', did you not join the regular army?

   Army? Well, we thought of it.

   I suppose we decided this fight's got to be made in our own country,

   not where some general tells us it should happen.

   It soon will be everywhere.

   My family and I, we will be quittin' this house in the spring.

   As soon as the roads are clear, we're gonna be tryin' for Texas.

   About half of Missouri's went to Texas.

   Now, the whole state's thick with invaders.

   We cannot drive them away.

   We have different thoughts. I still want to fight.

   I reckon I'll always want to fight them.


   Have you ever been to Lawrence, Kansas, young man?

   No, I reckon not, Mr. Evans.

   I don't believe I'd be too welcome in Lawrence.

   I didn't think so. Before this war began,

   my business took me there often.

   As I saw those Northerners build that town,

   I witnessed the seeds of our destruction being sown.

   The foundin' of that town was truly the beginnin' of the Yankee invasion.

   I'm not speakin' of numbers,

   nor even abolitionist trouble-makin'.

   It was the schoolhouse.

   Before they built their church, even, they built that schoolhouse.

   And they let in every tailor's son...

   and every farmer's daughter in that country.

   Spellin' won't help you hold a plow any firmer.

   Or a gun either.

   No, it won't, Mr. Chiles. But my point is merely...

   that they rounded every pup up into that schoolhouse...

   because they fancied that everyone should think...

   and talk the same free-thinkin' way they do...

   with no regard to station, custom,


   And that is why they will win.

   Because they believe everyone should live and think just like them.

   And we shall lose because we don't care one way or another...

   how they live.

   We just worry about ourselves.

   Are you sayin', sir, that we fight for nothin'?

   Far from it, Mr. Chiles.

   You fight for everything that we ever had.

   As did my son.

   It's just that we don't have it anymore.

   Mr. Evans, when you get back from Texas,

   it'll all be here waitin' for you.

   Jack Bull and me, we'll see to it.

   Well... yes.

   Thank you, son. Well, enough of this war talk.

   Let's have the ladies join us and think nobler thoughts.

   Lydia! Fine idea.

   Some company would be splendid.

   We should be thinkin' about gettin'back.

   The Federals could pass by anytime.

   Sue Lee! Oh, put a gown on, Jake. It's too cold.

   They'll all be in front of the fire examinin' their plunder.

   I, uh, have it in me to sing Shall we have a sing-along?

   Oh, yes. I like those the best.

   My voice is not what it should be,

   but it was once rumored that I could carry a tune.

   - And you, Mr. Roedel? - I believe I won't sing. Young ears are present.

   - I bet you sing lovely. - You would lose that bet.

   He really does sing very poorly, but he imitates the turkey first-rate.

   - I best do my gobblin' out of doors.

   You go ahead and sing along. I'll keep my eye on the road.

   - Do you really think that... - Good man, Jake. I'll relieve you soon.

   Clyde back?

   I believe he's fixin' to pass a few more hours with Miss Juanita.

   Jack Bull?

   He's covered in Miss Sue Lee Evans.

   You mean Sue Lee Shelley.

   Roedel? Yeah, Holt?

   What's that?

   I've been keeping 'em. Nobody ever learned me letters.

   When you were readin' the mails out loud,

   it was somethin' the likes of which I'd never heard.

   Got me thinkin' you might sometime try it again.

   So you packed those and kept 'em all this time?

   It might not be too amusin'.

   It might just be a bunch of borin' thoughts from one stranger to another.

   That one you read from the mother was fine. You recall it?


   She said things I enjoyed to hear.

   All right, here goes.

   "Dear Brother, I must write this right quick...

   "'cause I say good-bye to Massachusetts and our home in one hour.

   "Yes, Danny, I've joined the fight,

   "and a difficulter decision never before was made,

   "as I've been just about the only eligible bachelor to dance with at Parlans' this year.

   "Without my favorite brother, it is not the same,

   "although the beer has been free,

   "as I've been drinkin' it with one of the Parlans' daughters.

   "Which one, I will not tell.

   Here's to you, Danny, and keep your head low out there. Bill”.

   It could come to where you could maybe like that man.

   Yeah, in other times he would not be so bad.

   I think, though, I like the one from the mama best.

   Holt, where is your mother?


   Kansas or Kingdom. I don't know.

   I know she was sold into Texas.

   I reckon she in Texas.

   How was that? Was that George that sold her?

   No, sir. George and me, we growed up neighbors.

   It was George what bought me out when Master Henry passed,

   but he didn't have no means for my mama or my sister.

   - So Clyde owns you? - No, sir.

   Not in greenbacks and coppers, no how.

   No, he don't own me that way.


   He made it out a gift.

   It's me.

   Hey, Jake.

   Hey, Miss Wild, you splattered poor Holt.

   Well, it surely is.

   Oh, no. Mm-mm.

   Whoa, mule, settle down there! Mule? A mule?

   Just calm down.

   Well, do I look muley to you?

   Why, no.

   Well, does that look like a mule to you?

   Does that look like the rear end of an animal that hee-haws in the night?

   It looks like it might could be.

   Jack Bull Chiles! Just 'cause I'm a widow...

   don't mean that you can get that familiar with me.

   Pardon me, ma'am, but I believe it was you that shoved your rump into my face.

   That was only just to make a point.

   You made it. I'll always know your rump from a mule's now.

   Several differences. Don't know how I missed 'em before.

   Well, don't be mean.

   I can't tolerate meanness.

   Is that too mean?

   No. It's really not too mean at all.

   Oh, for cryin' out loud! We're sittin' right here.

   Show us some mercy.

   He really is quite right.

   I better get back to the house.

   Cover your tracks in the snow too.

   You'll be leadin' curious Federals right onto us.

   Don't be rude. There's no reason to be rude.

   There happens to be a war goin'on...

   everywhere but between your two ears, you dumb ox.

   Dumb ox, am I?

   Sorry, Jake. My leg just did that on its own.

   No thought behind it.

   I hear you. I hear you.

   But Holt and me ain't dyin' just so you could be kissed.

   Leave Holt out of this. Holt ain't even here. Holt ain't nowhere near here.

   I don't think anybody's about to die from my kiss.

   In fact, she seems to be doin' tolerably well.

   Well enough to get goin' too.

   Good day.

   You reckon George Clyde'll ever join up with us again,

   or do you think Juanita Willard will be his only cause and comfort from here on?

   Ah, George is efficient when it comes to comfort.

   This thing with Sue Lee and you, will it go on?

   I reckon. Well, that's good for you.

   Yeah, I believe I'll marry her.

   I believe you should.

   Sue Lee'll be by this evening.

   Oh, good. It's been near a week since I've seen her.

   Yeah, all this warmth has the Federals out for jaunts.

   It's kept her home. It won't be long before we join 'em out there.

   No, it won't. That's why I want to ask somethin' of you and Holt.

   Name it.

   Well, future best man, I'd like to ask you for some privacy.

   Oh, you would, would you?

   It's not much to ask.

   And what are Holt and me to do?

   Anything you'd like. Throw walnuts at squirrels. Play mumblety-peg.

   I reckon we could come up with a better use of our time than that, eh, Holt?

   It's possible.


   Ahem, brung you two somethin'.

   Try this bread, boys.

   Why, thank you. Did you make it?

   No. Miss Evans' sister lives in town.

   She's a Federal, but a sister still. She gave us two loaves.

   Well, that's kind of her. You thank her for us, won't you?

   I don't suppose I'll tell her where it went. That might not do.

   Well, this good weather has me and Holt wantin' to fling walnuts...

   at mumblety-peg players or something along those lines.

   All right. Now have fun.

   Jake, one hour, please.

   "Dearest Ruth Ann,

   "I trust this letter will reach you before winter.

   "Here it is always a sort of winter, as folks are so cold now.

   "Rebels are out of the city as far as armies go,

   "but there are copperheads around performing misdeeds.

   "So much cruelty goes on.

   "Prison is full of rebels and they are left to waste away so pitifully.

   "They are traitors but also human.

   "If you looked in on them, you would not believe that they were...

   "for they so resemble scarecrows now.

   "Father believes the war will go on and on...

   "but is ever more committed to the... struggle.

   "He manages to send ever greater numbers of slaves up north...

   "to freedom and away from the grasping hands of their masters,

   "who even in the midst of all attempt to lay claim to them.

   "The Confederates claim that we strike at their liberty and rights,

   "but what kind of liberty is it that takes away the liberty of others?

   The war will end”.

   Has it been an hour yet?

   No, ain't an hour passed yet.

   Roedel, you know my name?

   It's Holt. No, my whole name.

   My whole name is Daniel Holt.

   Daniel, like that lion's den man. You know his story?

   Of course I do.

   They throwed Daniel to the lions, but he weren't never ate.

   Daniel. That's what my mama named me.

   Is it an hour now? An hour and two...

   That's the Evans' place.

   - Jake.

   Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gunshots in the Evans'.

   I heard 'em.


   Jake. Sue Lee, you stay put. There's gonna be a fight.

   Holt, got 'em guns?

   Take it easy. Bring her in! Bring her in!

   Jack Bull, let's go!

   Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

   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!



   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 Kingsview.

   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.


   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.


   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.


   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.


   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, lookee 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.


   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'rejust 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!



   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, 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!


   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!

   To the rear!

   Reload your weapons!

   Fall back! Fall to the circle!

   Come on! Come on!

   Hold, aim and... 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!


   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!


   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.


   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.


   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 brung 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.


   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.



   They're all busted up.

   Quantrill? Headed to Kentucky.

   Anderson? Dead, I've heard tell.


   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's 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.


   What I felt was...


   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?


   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'.


   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 somewheres 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.


   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.


   Are you a virgin?

   I've seen plenty.

   But have you ever bedded a woman before?

   Girl, I've killed    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,

   Iook, 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.

   All right.

   Good-bye bushwhacker curls.

   There you are, Dutchie. You look    again.

   I'm just now    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.



   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     Federals in Newport.

   Wejust 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.


   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.



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