1883

Elsa: I remember the first time I saw it.

Tried to find words to describe it...

but I couldn't.

Nothing had prepared me...

no books, no teachers, not even my parents.

I heard a thousand stories but none could describe this place.

It must be witnessed to be understood.

And yet... I've seen it, and understand it even less

than before I first cast eyes on this place.

Some call it the American Desert,

others, the Great Plains.

But those phrases were invented by professors at universities

surrounded by the illusion of order

and the fantasy of right and wrong.

To know it, you must walk it.

Bleed into its dirt.

Drown in its rivers.

Then its name becomes clear

It is hell,

and there are demons everywhere.

Warrior: I said no.

Will you let me go?

I will sell you.

Or I will kill you!

You speak English.

How can you do this?!

You speak English. And no, your people did this.

Elsa: But if this is hell, and I'm in it...

then I must be a demon too.

And I'm already dead.

Captain.

Yeah.

We're ready.

You coming?

I'm thinking about it.

Think on it quick.

If I'm digging a hole,

I'd rather do it before the sun's high.

I'm coming.

Come on!

Whoa!

Ya!

Ya!

- Pretty smart. - They won't fall for it again.

Pretty soon they'll just shoot the horses.

Horses is probably what they're after.

Farmers ain't got nuthin' else worth taking.

They'll shoot the horses anyway.

Then the farmer.

Ya!

Ya!

- What's he doing? - I don't know.

I don't give a shit.

Good shot.

Yep.

So y'all just sat up there and watched?

You looked like you had it figured.

Well, thanks for the fucking help.

Don't take the horse.

Well, I figure I earned it.

Thieves run in pretty big packs around here.

If one of his pack sees it...

You'd just be advertising for the next gunfight.

Man: Come one, come all! I've got an Indian scalp today for sale.

The genuine article!

Comanche! Kiowa! Kickapoo! Scalps! For sale today!

Linson's magic elixir cures consumption...

$10.

Whoa.

Man: Try and figure it out.

Can you take a wagon and a team?

How many in your team?

Four. And I had two shipped here by train.

A yellow and a buckskin.

Yellow and buckskin.

You James Dutton? - Yep.

We got them in back.

Most keep their wagons out back.

See what you got here.

Excuse us. - Excuse us, gentlemen.

Hey, all this shit'll be stolen by morning.

You ain't go no place you can keep it?

I'll keep it in the hay barn for ten dollars.

Of course, can't make no promises

it won't get robbed there either.

Well, it's the promise I'm paying for.

For twenty, I'll have someone sit with it.

And how much for the horses?

- Two apiece. - All right.

There a decent hotel?

Just yourself?

Got my family. Six total.

Yeah.

You don't want your family here.

You should go to Dallas.

Well, here's where they're meeting me.

- Best bet's the Calhoun. - All right.

You're 77, 78, 79...

81 and 82 for the two already here.

For the wagon.

If you ain't settled up in thirty days,

everything goes to auction.

What's the rule about firearms in this town?

This place'll pick you apart if you ain't got one.

But if you pull your pistol in this town, mister...

You'd better know how to use it.

Woman: Hey, handsome!

Woman #2: Is it my lucky day?

Come on in for a shower and bath.

Hell, I might let you bathe me.

Forget about the bath, baby.

You can come climb mama like a tree.

Watch where the hell you're going.

Give it back.

Give what back?

- My wallet. - I didn't take your fucking...

Pickpocket!

- Put that back! - He took my goddamn wallet.

Farmer ain't scared to use that shotgun.

Farmer's gonna pick a fight he can't win before long.

Thomas, stand by that door.

Don't let any of that bullshit spill in here.

That should answer any questions

about how dangerous this journey will be.

It will be that and worse, all the way to Oregon.

Does anybody speak English?

I...

I speak English. Josef.

Does this group have a leader?

But he doesn't speak English.

No. No English.

You have wagons?

And ox to pull them.

Ox...

Ox won't make the trip.

Heat and no water will kill them.

Sell the ox. Get horses.

We don't know horses.

Where's your gear?

Gear?

Your supplies.

Your suitcases. What you take with you.

In the room. In... in the back.

Show me.

What is all this shit?

Everything we brought from home.

Well, you should have left it there.

It won't make the trip.

It must.

This is everything we have.

How am I supposed to load this on a wagon

and float it across the fucking river?

And over mountains?

Captain. He ain't even got a pistol.

No.

Against your religion?

Against our laws. We were not allowed.