Good Lord Bird

Now why don't they just come on and make a fight of it?

What would, uh, what would Gideon tell his people, John?

-"I will not rule over you. -No.

-My son will not rule over you. -No.

Our Lord and Savior will rule over you."

Yeah. Our Savior won't let them attack us.

Uh, think again, Old Man.

You remember me, sir?

I'm the one you promised

to turn yourself in to when we returned your sons.

I remember ye.

John, Jason.

Howdy, Jeb.

Now,

I turned a blind eye to your sons' escape

when we were set upon by mysterious Indians.

Yes. Isn't God great?

Now, your sons acquitted themselves well.

But I think you should know--

Mr. Brown, please stop doing that--

I think you should know that the governor of Kansas Territory

has raised the reward for your capture, dead or alive,

to $3,000, and President Buchanan

has offered another $250.

So I would say

that you'd be safer riding with us to trial

than being in these parts with all that money

on your head.

Let me ask you a question.

Yes, sir.

Do you believe,

do you believe that Jesus Christ is our holy Lord and Savior?

-Yes, sir. -And do you think

that Jesus of Nazareth

thinks my friend Broadnax here is three-fifths human being?

Hmm? Do you imagine that Jesus

thinks you more important than he?

Well, I believe that Jesus sees us all as his children.

And yet, you would oppose us

in our fight to free your enslaved brothers and sisters?

Mr. Brown,

you have been charged with murder,

theft of property and treason.

How much money do I have left, Salmon?

Two dollars, 50 cents.

Two dollars and 50 cents.

Gentlemen,

I hereby offer two dollars

and 50 cents for the head

of President Buchanan!

He presides over a barbaric institution

that does not answer

to the throne of our most holy Savior.

Bravo.

Boys, Mr. Brown, gentlemen.

And, uh...

-Onion. -And Onion.

These woods are full of men hunting for you.

Now, if you surrender to me, I can protect you.

Otherwise, I am duty bound to report that I've made contact,

and my next orders will surely be to track you down

and shoot you on sight in our next encounter.

Excuse me, sir.

You know, it makes me sad to say this,

but I've a strong intuition the next time I see you,

I'll be looking over all your dead bodies.

Fare thee well.

"Come On Children, Let's Sing"

Hallelujah

Come on, children, let's sing about the goodness

Of the Lord, my Lord

Come on children, let's shout

All about God's rich reward

Guide our footsteps every day

Keeps us in the narrow way

Come on, children, let's sing

About the goodness of the Lord

Yeah, come on, children, let's sing

About the goodness of the Lord, my Lord

Come on, children, let's shout

All about God's rich reward

Guide our footsteps every day

Keeps us in the narrow way

Come on, children, let's sing

Come on, children, let's shout

How the Lord Almighty has brought us out

There's none like him, without a doubt

Come on, children, let's sing

About the goodness of the Lord

somber music

Here's the thing about bein'

a gunfighter for the Gospel.

It doesn't matter if you're Black, white, a boy or a girl.

You still a gunfighter.

And that makes you a kind of hero in your own mind.

We slept in the cold, ate crickets,

broke our teeth on corn,

and were generally miserable.

We were wanted men,

and there's a pride in that.

Course, until you're dead.

George Turner was dead.

Hello, Beth.

Beth, no.

I'm so sorry, Beth.

I'm so sorry.

At least now I know.

Oh, whoa.

You can shelter in at the barn.

I'll kindle the stove in the kitchen.

-Beth. -Be careful.

The cow kicks.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You'll be so proud of your father one day.

I promise.

I promise.

Here's some corn bread, boys.

Thank you, ma'am.

John, the declaration please.

"A Declaration of Liberty by the Representatives

of the Slave Population of the United States of America.

We hold these truths to be self-evident,

that all men are created equal,

and that the history of slavery is a history of injustice

and cruelties inflicted upon the slave

in every conceivable way,

and in barbarity

not surpassed by the most savage of tribes of men.

I hereby state that I am willing to fight and die

to protect the good, the fair and the righteous.

I vow to spend

what remains of my life

ending this hypocrisy."

Thank you, son.

The winds have changed,

and the voice of our Redeemer is becoming clear.

Onion, would you get us a pen

and an inkwell?

Those of you who want to continue on with me,

it's time to sign the Declaration.

The Lord came to me last night, boys.

He showed me the path to victory.

While you men slept, He whispered in my ear

the battle plan.

We are to light the fuse that will start a great war

to end slavery.

It will be a war

between the North and the South.

Both are guilty.

Both must share the suffering and the sacrifice.

Slavery will go down in a tide

of blood and carnage.

Wailing and lamentations

will come from every family in this land.

I've seen the tears.

God will equalize the pain.

Grief and sorrow will visit every home

in these alleged United States.

The bill is overdue.

It's time for this country to pay.

I'm with you, Captain.

To whatever end.

Did your Lord give you details?

Like a time and a place?

He gave me an exact time,

an exact place.

All will be revealed very soon.

First, I need to go visit the King of the Negroes.

King of the Negroes?

I'm right here, Captain.

Tickets! Tickets, please.

Thank you, ma'am.

The Old Man traveled under different names.

-Tickets! -Nelson Hawkins,

Shubel Morgan or Mr. Smith,

depending on what he could remember.

Tickets, please. Thank you, sir.

But it didn't make no difference.

The captain was as famous as bad whiskey.

Excuse me, sir, your slave isn't allowed in here.

This car is for whites only.

She's not my slave. She's my daughter.

Whatever she is to you, she doesn't belong here.

She belongs wherever I go.

We're all children of the same Creator.

Oh, you must be one of those fancy-speaking Yanks.

If you don't get that filthy colored thing out of this car,

I'll throw you and it off at the next stop.

Henrietta, would you mind holding this for one second?

No problem, Cap.

You owe my daughter an apology.

The Bible tells us to treat all children as our own.

No pickaninny will ever be my child.

You don't know who that is.

That's John Brown.

You trying to get us all shot up?

You're John--

You're John Br...

I am so, so sorry, Mr. Brown.