Eye for eye

Howdy ma'am, just passing by.

You got any work for a hungry traveler?

You'd have to talk to Mr. Reagan about that.

Take seat on the porch, and I'll fetch you a bite.

Kind of you.

Can I fetch you load of wood or some such?

Wood's on the side of the house.

I'd like to speak to the man of the house about some work.

He's just out in the field, should be coming in soon.

You can take your pie out on the porch.

He ain't here.

Uh-uh, you'll never make it squaw woman.

But I'm pregnant.

She's pregnant, but she's all woman.

That cooks it.

Consuela.

You always did want me to give up the badge.

I guess you got your way.

I'm sorry, darling.

One baby lost to us over a year ago, and now two.

I likely won't be back here again.

Maybe I'll be joining you real soon.

As God is my witness,

I'll send those that hurt you straight to hell.

Damn it Spike.

Why the hell do you have to do that?

I told you to scare her off,

so that her knot headed old man would follow her.

But no, no, truth is, you're the pecker head.

I told you, Mr. Braddock,

was Skunk that did the dirty deed.

Tracker and I was just shaming the woman.

She looked like a breed to us.

She gave him a knee, he jerked her up.

Just get the hell off of my table.

You're just full of shit.

Hell, she was still blowing blood

when we rode out.

Damn, you poked a senseless woman,

a pregnant, senseless woman.

Who was far along with a child, ain't that right?

She weren't so fat.

Ain't that the truth you stupid fool?

Damn, now did you leave anything

that could lead it all back to The Triple R?

We left nothing but tracks.

Of course they knowed we was in that part of the country.

Now how the hell they know that you was there?

Well, you don't think Skunk and Tall Horse

being that close to Big Horn

with a week's pay in their trousers

wouldn't down some whiskey?

We stopped at Pauline's palace.

Jesus, why the hell

didn't you just walk into the Sheriff's office

and say, "Hey, we poked your pregnant wife,

and banged her brains out."

Damn these flies.

I'm surrounded by bloody balls for brains imbeciles.

Just three, young Michael stayed outside.

He still ain't talked to any of us.

And for good reason.

For good reason,

did you at least put the fear of God

into that young Michael?

Did, hell boss you said to rough her up.

Yeah, rough her up.

Make her wanna run for it, out of the country.

Not bash her brains to mash you knot head.

Now get the hell outta here.

If that sheriff don't ride in here

with 100 men I'll be surprised.

Ain't no hundred men in Big Horn.

If he shows his face,

you'll be buying the place for taxes.

Dead men don't pay no taxes.

Now get outta here.

Hong, send Hong up here.

Get your ass in here.

Hong, I want to go down to Big Horn.

Brought your tea boss.

No, I want you go down to Big Horn,

and see if you can get some supplies.

No need of supplies.

Well then make up some supplies.

But I want you just go talk to like that Indian woman.

What's her name?

Lily.

Go talk to Lily.

Any other celestials that are around there,

but, see if you can find out if there's any talk

about that poor Mrs. Reagan who passed away, all right?

Yes boss.

And also you stop by Mrs. McLoughlin's

and see if she has any needs.

And if she does, then you fetch 'em.

Bring 'em back on your way back, okay?

And make sure you put it on the ranch account.

Okay, and then you hot foot it back here, all right?

What are you waiting for?

Get outta here, go.

Yes, boss.

Let not the swift flee away,

nor the mighty man escape.

They shall stumble and fall toward the North

by the river Euphrates.

Thank y'all for coming.

Let's see y'all here next Sunday.

Quint, how you doing?

Well with Consuela only a few days in the ground

and her murderers is still hooting

and hollering, not too damn well.

Murderers, more than one?

At least four by the track.

Now I lost them on the road to town

and then there's the head of the snake.

To town, you don't think town folks were involved.

Pastor I've been a law man for a long time

and folks that jump to conclusions

often jump over the truth.

Now I don't come to any judgment,

until the high water recedes and all can be seen.

Quint, I thought it was a beautiful service.

There's nothing beautiful about

burying your wife, and unborn child, Ian.

No matter how pretty the palaver.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean-

No offense taken.

Why don't you mount up,

ride back out to Quiet Waters,

and pray over Consuela's grave.

Pauline over at the Palace tells me,

there were four in her place

unusual quiet and looking over their shoulders.

And Spike Howard's the only one she could paste a name on.

He's the ram rod of the Triple R as you damn well know.

And then there was big Indian among them,

and some wet behind the ears, kid.

You can't believe what that Jezebel says.

Man may tell more with pillow talk

than pew or pastor talk, Ian.

Let's, let's pray over it.

I'm putting praying on the fence post for a while, pastor.

Where I'm going and what I aim to do,

even the good Lord doesn't want to bear witness.

You're conjuring up things, you just don't know.

You gotta believe your eyes Ian.

Gotta believe your eyes.

I sold the herd.

I gave the mayor my power of attorney.

To sell the ranch to anybody other than The Triple R.

His to give the proceeds to you,

if I'm not around in a month or so.

Stay away from The Triple R and you'll be around.

You keep 10% to yourself.

Build that new church and school

you've been rattling on about with the rest.

I got plenty from the sale of the herd.

I don't rattle,

and I'd way rather have you around pounding

nails alongside me.

I'll be pounding all right,

I'll be pounding crosses with the same carving on each

coward needed killing.

Should I take time to bury the bastards?

You don't know who those miscreants are.

You know as well as I do.

And I'll get the who, outta one of his fence riders,

as soon as I get past the open range

then I'll get every name.

Leave the badge on, and bring 'em in legal.

And have Braddock buy off

half the town and have them go free.

Biblical this time, Ian, an eye for an eye.

And I'm not hiding behind a chunk of copper.

It's not near big enough, to cover my anger.

If you ride into The Triple R,

against 100 riding for the brand, they'll kill you.

How many of those collars you own?

Three or four.

I'm trading you all that stuff at my place

for that one right there.

You taking up preaching.

Not to worry, strip it off you care to oblige.

Mr. Hong, how about a cup of sweet tea?

No time, no time.

Come on.

Thank you. Mr. Braddock wanna know you need a from town.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Hong, thank Mr. Braddock for me,

but we have no money to spare for store bought goods.

Mr. Braddock say, he pay.

Thank you Mr. Hong, but no thank you.

Mr. Braddock's kindness comes to dear.