Blackwood

Oh, god.

- Just keep moving. - Oh, my god.

Do you see it?

Just keep moving!

Oh, god.

Shut your mouth.

No. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.

I ain't lettin' you slow me down.

- Ah! - Quiet, Jeremiah!

Oh, you son of a bitch.

Unbind... unbind me!

Son of a bitch.

- Sorry, partner. - Earl!

No, fuck! No! No!

No, god, please. Earl!

Don't leave me, you son of a bitch!

Shit!

Shit!

Ugh!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Holy shit!

Shit!

Go! Get out of here!

Go away! Leave me alone!

Oh, shit!

Oh... oh, shit!

Aaahh!!

He-help!

Hey squaw!

What the hell you think you're doing in my town, huh?

You goddamn savage.

Ah!

There. Get your ass up here.

Your whole kind is filth! You hear me? Filth!

Morning, Sheriff.

Agh! Tommy,

I'm getting real sick and tired of your bullshit. All right?

This has gotta stop, all right?

Everything all right, Sheriff?

Tommy just bein' a burr in my boot again is all.

Sheriff.

Yeah.

Oh, they're just...

A pain in the ass like a mule, aren't they?

Just go put the kettle on, would ya?

Just give me a minute.

What can I do for you now, huh?

Ho... horse.

Buy horse.

With rags like that, you're gonna buy a horse, huh?

I don't think so.

Horse.

Goddammit.

Goddamn shithole.

Jesus Christ! What the hell's going on today?

At least it's quiet, patron .

Nacoma.

You boys best keep them weapons holstered.

Awful nice day, Sheriff.

Pudgy prick.

I'm gonna go find the nearest hole.

Nice place you got here.

What'll it be?

Whiskey.

Hey, slick.

Come here.

What do you call a white man strung up by a group of Indians?

I don't know.

A bartender.

You Pickerton?

Gentlemen, forgive my rudeness,

but this game is coming to a close.

Hopefully your trip wasn't too cumbersome, Mr. Wilder.

My name is Dutch.

Sorry, miss. You have to find another lap to sit on.

This is a man's conversation here.

I hope I'm speaking to one,

'cause the man I hired went maverick

and flopped a simple situation tits up.

You're Pickerton?

Sally Pickerton. This here is Wallace Price,

my escort in these lawless lands

when business beckons.

Poker?

I don't ride all this way to play no damn cards.

Mr. Price, would you be so kind

to get Mr. Wilder and I a drink?

When I hired you, Dutch, you stated that you could

perform a quiet and clean robbery.

Well, if someone shoots at me, I shoot back.

Where's my money?

Do you have my parcel?

I'm gonna ask you again.

Where's my money?

The payment is in order once I know what you have

is what I hired you to retrieve.

Seems to be in order.

Since you showed me your hand, I'll show you mine.

What the hell is that?

Your payment.

A telegram.

Ah.

I'll give the both of you.

Five seconds to give me my money.

You pull that trigger

and hell's fire will rain on you.

Wouldn't be my worst day.

One.

Hear us out, Mr. Wilder.

Two.

Three.

You like gold, Dutch?

Four.

We know where enough of it is to make you a rich man.

Five.

Next time I see you,

I'll take your balls out and eat 'em.

You have no idea what hell awaits you, boy.

Yeah, right.

A few months ago, I heard rumors

that the wolves out East were planning to hire prospectors

to mine deep for gold

within Indian Territory.

One simply cannot believe in rumors alone,

so I did a little sniffing around

and with luck, I stumbled across this telegram.

Along with it, we intercepted their Indian scout

who was hired to escort them

through an area called the Black Woods.

An uncharted forest somewhere beyond the prairie wasteland,

and this is what they found so far.

Those flakes. They ain't worth shit.

If you make sure those prospectors

don't make it back East,

I'll let you take out as much gold as you can carry.

I ain't no damn miner.

By now, those prospectors

have probably found enough deposits

leading them to a vein.

We can sweep on in and take it from them.

If not, I'm there to find it.

Sound rosy?

All right, let me get this straight.

You want me to kill a couple of miners for you.

And then you want me to go dig for my own payment

in a place that no one knows how to get to.

Not only did we retrieve that pouch of gold

but we, uh, convinced their scout.

To give us directions.

You know how to kill people.

And I know how to find shiny things.

Is that a fact?

That much gold can set a man for life.

Help him disappear.

You don't want to be fetching envelopes forever, do you?

Hi, handsome.

Ain't you just a rose in the desert.

Oryen, go see where Edward ran off to.

Oh.

Man.

Buy a girl a drink?

What's your name?

Wendy.

I'll meet you upstairs.

Two Feathers, you got seconds.

You'll find what you're looking for,

and once you do, we'll all be rich and free.

One more thing:

There are many legends about the Black Wood.

So, as you travel forth from here, please take caution.

Let's hope those stories I've heard are not all true.

We must be going.

Miss Pickerton, if you cross me,

I'll find you and tie a rope around your neck.

I'll drag you behind my horse till there ain't nothing left.

You see, I don't care that you're a woman.

Keep in mind,

if Mr. Price doesn't return to me within a month,

I'll have every lawman hunting you down

ready to hang you and your men.

You are right, Mr. Wilder.

I am a woman.

A woman you don't want to fuck with.

Happy hunting.

Get yourself a bottle of whiskey.

It's on me.

Nice chattin' with you.

We head out in the morning.

Let's go, boys.

Lester.

What the hell was that all about, Dutch?

Lester, how much money we got?

It's packed in Edward's saddlebag. Why?

All right. We're gonna get supplies in the morning.

We're gonna head out.

Where in the hell we going? What about the money?

Lester, just be ready, all right?

Dutch! It's Edward.

Ina.

Angeni.