The Timber

I don't remember much about my father, Jebediah Seagrave.

I don't care to neither.

I remember his horse, Abraham,

with those coal black eyes.

I do remember my mother's face,

watching him as he rode off.

Hard to say as to say what actually happened up there

in those mining camps.

The story goes; He and his men came up empty

turned on each other.

People said it was my father who clone the killing.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

Come on.

One thing, Wyatt.

I intend to bring Father back.

I'm going to stand the son of a bitch in front of Mother,

have him look her in the eye and explain why he left.

I can't do that if he's dead.

He ain't the type of man to be stood up in front of nobody.

I want Mother to hear it.

If Jesus himself came down off the cross

and told her the truth, she wouldn't hear it.

Jesus'?

What do you know about Jesus?

Oh, I know plenty.

I got to try.

He's a murderer, Samuel!

Yeah, well who ain't?

You wouldn't know nothing about it.

Promise me we're going to bring him back alive.

You got my word.

What can we do you for, Sheriff?

A man in Mr. Hall's employ was killed last night.

Up in the high country north of here.

Got his throat cut and his gold stolen from him.

Did you figure out who it was that did this?

She saw the whole thing.

Now she described the assassin.

I was reminded of you, Wyatt.

I wasn't anywhere near there.

I'll take a gander in your saddlebags

if you've no objection.

Well...

I wonder if you might have hid the treasure in your house,

- or your- - I'll tell you what,

you set one foot on my property and I'll shoot you myself.

You rest assured, sir,

I'll be keeping close tabs on you...

and yours.

Jesus, Wyatt. Nothing's been drawn.

He can kiss my ass.

That old coot's got a gun and a badge, and a bug up his ass over you.

Oh, he just likes to give himself talk, is all.

Where did you disappear to last night, anyway?

Felt the need to dip my wick and have a coke,

not that it's any of your fucking business.

Right on time.

Allow me to introduce Colonel Rupert Thomas,

a veteran of the Indian wars,

instrumental in the campaigns against Red Cloud and the Sioux.

The Colonel will be accompanying you both as guide,

and as a representative of the bank.

That wasn't part of our agreement.

As the Colonel is familiar with the territory,

I think you'll find him a very valuable asset.

Asset or not, we had a deal.

I'm afraid the matter is not open to discussion.

I'm counting on your expertise, Colonel.

I foresee none but the usual travails, Mr. Howell.

What do you think?

I'll tell you what.

If ol' Rupert over there even looks at me crossways,

I'm gonna gut him like a pig

and ditch his carcass in the nearest crick.

Hey, Rupert!

You coming?

One thing.

A man to Halston came back.

You know his name?

Hawkins. Percival Hawkins.

Well, I'm going to need to talk to him.

You know where we can find him?

Indeed I do.

Whoa.

This is it.

Anybody in there?

Hey!

What?

Hey can we, ah, speak to you for a second, please?

Hey, slow down there.

Hey, we ain't trying to hurt you,

just trying to ask a couple of questions.

Hey, can you... can you hear me?

Show him the picture.

You know this man?

I make that to be an affirmative response.

Come here. Let me see.

Here, let me see it.

- Jesus. - It was hands, Jesus.

- Hands. - It's his tongue, right?

It's ripped out.

It's no ordinary type of evil would turn

a mountain of a man like him into mush.

Did you ever doubt it was done to shut him up?

Hey, look.

Well, if that was the goal,

either by Jebediah's hand or another,

I call this a grand success.

It's a shame.

He's a good-looking bastard.

You knew he was mute.

Why the hell didn't you say something?

Man lost his boy a few weeks back.

I was leading another expedition.

We ran out of supplies.

Forced to turn back, we ran across him in the timber.

Panicked.

Tried to warn the poor bastard.

Come on!

The eggs are frozen.

Morning, Lisa.

Looks like the boys left you a little shy on wood.

I can chop some if need be. What can I do for you, Sheriff?

I wanted to ask you a couple 'a questions...

About...?

Your brother-in-law.

My dear.

What's he done?

You expecting company?

What can I do for you boys?

We're here to survey the property.

For what purpose, and on whose authority?

Mr. George Howell of the Dawson City Bank.

They're foreclosing on the 28th...?

Get the gun.

God damn it! Get the horses! Samuel, get the horses!

Go!

God damn it!

God damn it!

Come here, girl, come here.

Come here. Come here. You alright?

Come here.

The horses?

One got away.

The other one's got a broken fetlock, I think.

Where are you going?

Jesus Christ, Wyatt.

You're a real genius.

Fuck!

How are we to continue?

Wagon gone,

two horses lost!

You know what?

We got one horse left.

Quit your whining, we'll make do.

The bulk of these supplies was to be delivered to Hall's man York!

What am I supposed to tell him?

You could tell York to come and fetch it himself!

Each and every item on this wagon was duly entered into my log!

I am I am accountable!

You wanna pull that piece?

You gonna stand there like a cunt?

My employer has entrusted me with a task that I intend to fulfill.

Believe me when I say, sir,

I wish it were otherwise.

We'll continue to the start line as planned.

He's a good man, York. Runs a tight ship.

It's the Colonel!

York?

It's Colonel Thomas.

I'm afraid we've lost our wagon

and your shipment a few miles south from here.

Colonel, is it really you?

Easy. Easy.

These are the carriers.

Carriers?

Have you struck a new vein?

Hey, we ain't going back, you know that, right?

Wait here.

Ugh!

Is this some kind of a joke?

Joke?

Are you all mad?

- Has this entire company gone mad? - Yes!

Now you see what I'm up against!

- Degenerative lust. All of them. - Come on.

Scheming. Plotting against me! Let's kill them all!

No gold.

Samuel.

What am I looking at?

She'll be all right.

She's a strong woman.

I just wonder how she's doing with the baby is all.

Still haven't given him a name yet.

Four months old and no name, huh?

Come on...

You know what.

Maybe

you should ask someone who gives a shit.

Which ain't yours truly.