Brandt!
Stop!
Brandt?
Get dressed.
- Brandt, why do we have...
- Get dressed!
Frank Calder!
Sheriff Ben C. Johnson,
Ruger County!
We hung four
of your kind last spring!
Don't come into town,
and don't stop no place in the county!
Nowhere in Ruger County!
Matt!
Brandt. Whoa!
You son of a gun!
- You made it!
- Yeah!
Why, I rode all night.
- Good to see you!
- I couldn't get away any sooner!
- Sam! Buford!
- You son of a gun!
I knew you'd make it!
I decided to do it the hard way.
Straight through.
I wouldn't miss this for anything!
- Let's get started!
- Melissa!
I knew it'd take
a hunting trip to get you here.
Come on, boys.
Move 'em on. Move 'em on.
Move 'em on.
Put that
in the forward sleeper.
Melissa, let the men say goodbye!
We're ready to go!
Thank you for a wonderful stay,
Mrs. Ruger.
- Always welcome.
- And the hospitality.
Nobody keeps a better house.
Emma and I would like you and Brandt
to join us in Paris in the fall.
I'd love to. Talk to Brandt.
Get Mr. Gunn's rig
on up the stable.
All right, Matt.
Let's get on board.
Brandt, if Melissa's
gonna be too lonesome,
I'd be happy to stay behind.
Yeah, I bet you would.
Can't pry her away from you
no matter what I do.
Back in two weeks?
- Yeah.
- Brandt, can't we talk...
Tell Jed when he gets back to keep
that bull away from them longhorns.
Tell Jed to keep his eye
on that grass in the new section.
Go on in, Edward.
Jimmy, you let him by!
Morning!
Morning, Mary!
Go on in, Edward.
They won't bother you.
Good thing you like children.
I don't know how...
Boys, stop!
Edward, Jimmy, get in!
I don't know how I'd manage
if you didn't help me, Melissa.
Glad to do it!
Girls, come on! Get in to school.
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-l-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S and T-U-V
W and X-Y-Z
Now you've heard my A-B-C's
Tell me what you think of me
No!
Come on!
Now, wait a minute!
Don't be that way, honey!
There!
Now, don't fall out!
We just gettin' started!
There, you sweet little thing!
I ain't gonna hurt you!
But I sure would like to try!
You're a cute little thing, ain't you?
You need breathing room in there!
Hog! Now, you save me seconds
on that, goddamn you!
No!
You ain't goin' nowhere,
are you, now, honey?
All right with me!
I love ya. Can't you see that?
Now, if you just help by gettin'
your ass down on that flour sack!
Hog, lemme see!
Lemme see!
Goddamn stuff!
I love you, baby!
And I'm gonna get me some of that!
Get in there, Hog!
Get in there!
You rotten bastard!
Just 'cause you got me
and Jim Loring outta that...
You son of a bitch!
Come on! Let's go!
We're gonna go up
across cattle country.
We'll be on the trail
about six weeks.
Don't you touch me!
Ain't nobody
gonna hurt you, little lady.
You just get outta that wagon.
I'm not gonna go any further!
You can't!
- There, you...
- You shut up!
Now, you just get
outta that wagon!
You get a hold of things.
I promise you...
Ain't anybody gonna hurt you.
Just as long
as you do as you're told.
Fella I knew
give it to me once.
You're gonna teach me to read.
That's what you're here for.
I'm just a country boy.
I'll stick to eggs.
Where'd you get quail
this time of year?
Harvey Pullman build this car
for you, Brandt?
George Vanderbilt's got a car on
the New York Central, cost him $50,000!
Got something
to show you, boys.
The Sharps Borchardt.
.54 caliber.
Finest rifle ever made.
Isn't that the gun
at Creedmoor International?
- In '77.
- That's right. And won it, too.
- Yeah.
- Is that some kind of telescope?
That is a telescope.
First time on a rifle.
Fires a center-fire cartridge
with the new Dupont gunpowder.
Accurate up to 800 yards.
Let me see that, Brandt.
Oh, come on, Brandt.
No gun has that range.
It's a fact.
I can prove it.
I gotta see that kind of range
before I believe it.
What'd it cost?
$700 apiece.
It's a present for you boys.
There's one for each of you.
I thought it would add
a little something to the hunt.
Damn! That's the way
to run a hunting party!
Frank!
I think the girl wants to come over
and eat with us boys.
You heard
of the Loring bunch, ma'am.
Me and Hog figured
she wants to sit with us.
Have a little talk...
get to know each other.
Maybe later,
after supper, well...
She's fine right here, Jim.
Well, let's find that out.
Gimme that plate of food.
I'll carry it over to her.
Come on, lady!
You're gonna like
having supper with us.
Right in the back, Loring.
Think you got brains enough
to boss a range war?
The Macon County people
hired Frank, not you.
You'd still be rottin' in the Nogales jail
if it wasn't for him.
You dumb bastards.
You kill each other...
...then nobody's
gonna get any money.
'Cause any other chances we got...
...damn near all run out.
For everybody.
'Cause if we
don't make it this time...
...we ain't never gonna make it.
How's your jaw, Hog?
Oh, it's all right.
Hell, I like being kicked.
Oh, where shall I go?
What can I do?
No one to tell me
what course to pursue
weary and footsore
and hungry and weak
Get undressed.
You like?
Chinese girl very good.
Very special.
I show you good time.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you're gonna show me
a good time, all right.
Yes, you're gonna show me
the best damn time I ever had.
Mr. Ruger...
No!
Please, Mr. Ruger!
You better get some sleep.
I'm not going to stay here.
And you ought to realize
there's no way you can keep me.
I am getting out of here
one way or another.
You go right ahead, lady.
Oh, God damn it, Frank.
Ain't we wore out enough without you
playing games with that woman?
We ride all day,
that saddle burning my ass...
You wanna bed down
with Crimp or me?
Bounty hunters shootin' at us
from every direction,
vigilantes, posses.
I don't know. Son of a bitch.
I don't know what it's all comin' to.
I never had a job
like this in my...
You ain't too bad.
For a schoolteacher.
If you think you're going to get
a lot of money for me, you're wrong.
They'll be coming
after us, you know.
A lot of men.
Why? They short of
teachers back there?
I am not a teacher.
I am Brandt Ruger's wife.
I am!
I am Brandt Ruger's wife!
It don't matter
whose wife you are.
There ain't nothin'
he can do about it.
Why do you want
to learn to read?
'Cause I can't.
Who the goddamn hell
would stop a train
in the middle of the goddamn night?
Brandt?
Mr. Ruger,
your wife's been kidnapped.
Sheriff says Frank Calder took her
and they're headed north.
Ever kill a man, Matt?
No! Not actually.
This'll do it.
Seven... eight hundred yards.
Winchester's good for 350 yards.
Jesus Christ Himself
couldn't get any more range out of it.
This is 800.
What exactly
are you getting at, Brandt?
A little hunting trip.
If you mean
help the posse, Brandt...
I mean, we're all gonna help.
He's not thinking
about helping anybody.
Hang back and pick 'em off,
like trailing bear.
- That's right.
- That Calder bunch?
Why, they're hired gunfighters.
More than 20 of 'em.
Jim Loring, the Thompson brothers,
Hog Warren, Doc Harrison...
You mean to say
that we go up against them?
Up close, no.
But from a distance.
Come on, honey.
You're gonna get it!
Come on!
It's gonna be all right, Brandt.
There'll be...
some kind of ransom.
A note. Something.
You pay it,
and Melissa'll be back with you,
and it'll be all over.
How old a man is Calder?
Is he a big man?
About average, I guess.
Melissa is gonna be all right.
You've gotta believe that.
Oh, sure.
Maybe he'll give her a kid,
and I'll have an outlaw bastard
running 'round the house.
Jesus Christ, Brandt.
Out of respect for Melissa!
What the hell do you think he's gonna
do with her... sing church hymns?
I guess I know
how you feel, but...
He's gonna pass her 'round.
After he's through with that,
maybe 15 or 20 of 'em.
He'll accept 40 or $50,000
of my money. Thank you very much.
Now, hold on!
My Virginia-educated, butter-wouldn't-
melt in-her-mouth wife used like a whore!
Then I have to take her back
pregnant with a bastard!
And pay him $50,000
of my goddamn money?!
I'll kill every dirty,
living, bastard of them.
Mornin'.
Baldy made some flapjacks.
You want some?
- Where's...
- Frank?
He's fixin' a boil
on Joe Butler's horse.
Did you sleep all right?
Well, at least you ain't
so scared anymore, right?
You know, me and Frank...
we been together five or six years.
He ain't what other people see
on the outside.
They call me Doc.
Go on.
Hot coffee'll do ya good.
Sure is good sorghum.
You ready?
You can start.
Might as well start.
If you're lookin' for me
to say I'm sorry...
...about last night...
I can't.
'Cause I'm not.
Injun gets his eyes
on a woman...
he either buys her...
or he takes her.
You got took.
Now, you sit there.
Frank, there she goes!
Go get her, Frank!
You caught yourself
a mountain lion, boy!
You're not goin' anywhere
till you teach me to read.
Who do you think you are...
the Lord of Creation?
Grabbin' anybody you want,
doin' anything you want?
You're nothing but an animal!
You don't eat
until you teach me.
All right, I don't eat.
See what that gets you!
Come on, guys!
Let's go, God damn it!
Let's go!
You hungry?
Sure is good beans.
Well, you might as well start, huh?
Hey, Matt,
look over there.
Gotta be a couple of days
ahead of us.
We gonna bed down for the night?
Be dark before long.
Well, whatever Brandt says.
We're not there yet!
Come on. Come on!
I've been...
I've been saving these.
For...
...somethin' special.
Well, now then.
If we can just...
...get a little...
...get a little top off of this...
Hey, Doc...
you like peaches?
Oh... yeah!
Oh, boy.
You like peaches?
Do you know any
of the alphabet, at least?
No!
"C."
That's a "C."
"A, B, C."
"A"...and "B"...
...and that one there's a "C"?
You teach her anything
last night, Frank?
In the bushes?
"A"...and "B"...
and that's "C."
Shouldn't you wait till he's...
Doc, get 'em over there
in the canyon.
Loring, Hog!
Get out of here, fast!
Mooney, down on the right!
Collins! Ted!
Come and get Stringer!
Hey... Jesus Christ!
I think that's Calder!
He's all yours, Brandt.
Hey, there go the rest of them.
The ridge?
Ain't no son of a bitch
shoot from that far.
Go! Go! Go!
This one's still alive.
By God, you dropped
two of 'em, Brandt.
You should've got Calder, though.
Not like...
killing an animal.
Is it?
Who the hell
do you suppose they are?
You think it'd be Joe Taylor?
No gun shoots that far.
That old boy followed me damn near
two years. Kept poppin' up.
No gun shoots that far.
You think it's
that sheriff from Nogales?
It's sure as hell somebody.
Pinkertons, law...
Hank's dead.
I'll go put him in the shade.
Frank!
What do ya think?
Well, he won't be fooled.
That's for sure.
Who the hell could it be?
One son of a bitch?
Oh! It feels good.
Frank!
"B" has got two bellies.
And a bar.
And "C,"
it's not all the way round.
Frank.
He's still out there.
Owney's watching him.
Yeah, all right, Doc.
Now the "D."
That's a belly...
and a bar.
Here's the "E."
Yeah, that's a lot
like an Indian sign.
"F" like in Frank.
Hell. I'll soon be able
to write my name.
"F"...
...for Frank.
"F"...
"R"...
"A"...
"N"...
"K."
Frank.
Melissa.
We gotta go.
Frank! Water up ahead!
You watch him, Owney.
Get out of here!
Get out of here!
Run!
Get out of the way!
Get out of here!
Get out!
Get out!
Get the hell out of here!
Owney, get out of here!
Get out of the water!
Let's get out of here!
Get out of the water!
Let's go!
Shit, Doc!
Get him on his horse!
Move, Doc!
- Get out of here!
- Move!
Get out of the way! Move!
Damn, Doc!
That cracker neck laid one in you!
Hold on.
Crimp! Gimme some water!
Hold on there, Doc.
Come on,
let's get Doc in the wagon.
Come on, then.
Out of the way!
Come on, Ray.
Come on.
- Frank?
- Get up!
- Am I gonna die?
- No, you're not.
Doc.
Some water.
Son of a bitch.
God damn it.
Well, whoever the hell
it is back there...
...we gotta keep out
ahead of 'em.
We gotta keep movin'.
Must be...
a posse or somethin'.
We don't have any other choice.
- Hey!
- No, Frank!
That's Brandt!
I'm Brandt Ruger's wife!
No!
I don't belong here!
He'll kill you!
No! He'll kill you!
It's him!
Is that who she is?
Calder, is that who she is?
Well, is it?
Men gettin' killed
on account of you takin' a woman?
Mooney and all them others...
...gettin' killed for that?!
Let her go, Frank.
Let her go.
You get rid of her
or I will!
What the hell are we waitin'
here for, you sons of bitches?
Let's get movin'!
Jesus Christ, Brandt!
Stop it!
Why?
What's wrong?
They're not game we bagged.
They're seven men.
Human beings!
I judge it about half a mile.
They're right out in the open.
Let's move up
and pick off a few more.
No...
No.
That'd put us out in the open.
We'll just stay out of sight.
Just hit and run.
- Brandt... that man's finished.
- It's a neck shot.
- Hundred dollars says...
- He can't poss...
Luis, get the pack horses!
- Brandt, look!
- Drop his horse!
...see a long-legged sailor
with a long-legged wife?
Did you ever
in your long-legged life...
Come on, Sam.
That's enough.
Well, his family may wanna move him,
but for right now...
Come on. Come on!
That's Watt Nelson!
And he's dead, God damn it!
What do you mean,
"He's dead"?
He owns the biggest bank
in New Orleans, half of Louisiana...
He's not
some goddamn hired hand!
You ready?
I told you to do the right thing.
Get some help out here.
You ready, Buford?
Get on your horse, Buford.
Leave him alone.
He's got a family.
For God's sakes...
we both have!
I'm sorry about Melissa.
But that's no reason to run
around this country like crazy people.
It might make more sense,
Brandt, if we just...
You bastards!
- I'll need a skinnier knife.
- Hell, Frank. Leave it in.
A real skinny knife.
Charlie Ferguson had a piece of lead
in him for 20 years. Never hurt him any.
Doc, how do you say knife?
Skinny knife.
Otra navaja.
I don't want you
pokin' around in there, Frank.
Hell, I ain't dead yet,
God damn it.
Hold still, Doc.
I nearly had it.
I don't want you
messin' around with my guts!
Yeah? Well,
you're not drunk enough yet.
Hog, where you goin'?
Come back inside.
I'm gonna get me a woman.
They're all hid up.
Come on back.
Well, I'll just dig me one up
'cause I need it!
Don't you like that old guitar music?
Come on! Let's get on back.
Shit! You'd think a town this size
would have some whores.
Hey! I gotta have me a woman!
Whore!
You're supposed to be
my goddamn friend and...
You're cuttin' my goddamn liver out!
Hold still or I'm
gonna tear something.
Oh, Frank,
just leave the goddamn...
Almost had it.
Well...
Oh, no!
Shit. Hold it!
Ain't you a pretty little thing?
Yeah... oh, yeah.
Get right up there.
You're gonna like this.
Yes, sir.
Come on, now.
Don't be like that!
- Look what I got for you!
- Frank!
- Come on out of there!
- Frank!
Cut out that goddamn screaming!
- Frank!
- Come out of there!
Get... get over here!
Now, God damn it,
we're gonna...
Oh, shit, Frank.
You bastard!
Oh, you bastard!
Bastard!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Frank?
Where will we go?
California, maybe.
Frank?
What's gonna happen to us?
Oh... you know somethin'?
I might end up
one of the biggest ranchers
out of Lincoln county.
And...
And I might even learn
to teach at school myself.
Why don't you teach people
not to steal... other people?
You know, back there someplace,
I thought maybe...
...I could have something
to tie onto.
And...
And aim for something a little better
than what there was.
And so, for a start,
I decided...
...I was gonna learn to read.
You smell like a horse.
I'm Brandt Ruger.
The woman's husband.
Brandt Ruger.
She's a...
...hell of a woman.
Which way are they heading?
Frank sure...
picked a good looker for hisself.
Are they going through Mesa
or toward the valley?
I Believe...
Mesa.
Mesa.
He's gettin' at it real good.
She likes it.
Let's go, Brandt.
- She likes it!
- Let's go, Brandt.
Look, we can cut across and get there
before Calder does. Come on.
Come on, Brandt!
First time, he forced her.
Then she got
where she kept wanting it
more and more and more...
I hope that doctor has
plenty of mescal on hand.
I'll go see
if there's a doctor.
Frank!
Brandt!
Give it up!
It doesn't make sense anymore!
Brandt?
You saw.
Let her go!
Brandt!
Brandt!
Owney.
Doc?
Doc?
How ya doin'?
Feelin' horny some.
Take your gun out, Frank.
Slow.
Take it out.
No!
You got
damn near everybody killed.
Now, Crimp's gonna ride back
and find that man...
and tell him
he can have the woman.
We're gonna get $10,000
like we ought to.
Will you quit hittin' me in the side
of the head with that damn gun barrel?
Stop it!
I'll do whatever you want!
I was gonna let you
get your ass outta here...
but what I oughtta do
is blow a hole in ya.
You shit-eating bastard!
I can't make it, Frank.
It ain't much further now, Doc.
A little more than a day.
We get to the mountains...
...up there in the trees.
His rifle ain't no good out there.
I can't.
We can hold out there, Doc.
Hell, we're gonna make it.
No.
Frank, please, listen.
Listen.
Ain't no good
stringing it out like this.
The pain is...
Frank...
Your gun, huh?
Shit...
You gotta get me
out of this misery.
I'll go...
get you some mescal.
Frank.
I'll...
go get you some mescal.
Take your mind off things.
Ease the pain a little.
Now, don't you go away,
you horny bastard.
'Cause I'm gonna be right back.
Doc!
Frank?
Frank?
Remember you said something
about California?
Let's go.
Now.
Well, we got
a pretty good spot right here.
Game.
And there's only one way in.
- And Owney and Crimp, they won't...
- No.
Frank. Us.
Wherever you want.
But just us.
There's only one way outta here.
Desert.
Nobody ever goes there.
But he couldn't follow us.
Frank?
Kill us.
Kill us.
Kill us!
Kill us!
Kill us!
Please.
Please!
Please?
Kill us!
Kill us.
Kill us...
Melissa.
Melissa.
Plum trees.
I like plum trees.
The kind when the leaves
are a kind of...
purple.
We had plum trees.
And... grapes.
We had grapes...
...along the back.
You think they have grapes
in California?
I wanted a boy.
And then a girl.
Plum trees
are nice in the spring.
They probably got...
more... trees...
...and orchards...
...in California...
...than almost anywhere else.
Here.
Come on.
Don't worry.
I'll get us out of here.
I promise.
Oh, hell.
It's the craziest idea
anybody ever had.
Taking somebody.
When I was a kid,
my old man, he...
Well, that son of a bitch,
he could read.
And I wouldn't.
I wouldn't.
You understand?
I'm so...
goddamn sorry.
We had apples.
And... and in the spring,
there were blossoms.
And the leaves
were soft, sort of.
They blew in the wind.
And the blossoms were white.
Did you ever
In your long-legged life
Dream of a long-legged sailor
With a long-legged wife?
I dreamt of my mother
Frank?
Yeah?
If we can just get a little...