Hannie Caulder

Oh, no!

Hell.

Goddamnit.

Come on, boy.

Come on, get on your horse!

Well, I can't find him!

What do you mean you can't find him?

How can you lose anything as big as a horse?

- Because you're sitting on him, you son of a bitch.

Climb down off my horse

before I blow your goddamn head off!

Son of a bitch.

Bastards!

Damn it, I'm hit.

I love you.

Ow!

We stopping here, Em?

No, we ain't stopping here, Em.

We're going to keep right on going

till we find us a nice place to starve, you idiot.

My leg's killing me.

- Well I sure hope bleeding is good for it, Frank,

'cause you really struck blood there.

Shut your ass.

Why don't you shut it for me?

Rufus!

Me and Frank will steal some fresh horses.

You cover us.

Let's not kill nobody we don't have to.

Says who?

Says me!

Now, get!

Says you.

Frank, come on.

Ain't the best-looking horseflesh we ever stole.

You looking for somethin'?

I'm Jim Caulder, station man here.

- Well, howdy, Jim Caulder, station man here.

Pine Bluff's just beyond.

No more than a mile.

We ain't goin' to Pine Bluff.

- You're welcome to water your horses and move on.

Did I get him?

Ain't no part of him you didn't!

Well, it's self-defense.

Go and find us something to eat.

And cook it.

That's woman's work.

Do as I tell you!

Oh, goddamn!

Cook.

You're always cutting off my cojones.

Yeah, I'll bake you a pie.

A road apple pie.

Look what we got for supper.

Frank! Emmett!

Come on.

You got any whiskey, lady?

Whiskey?

Hey!

Oh! Get out!

You got too many things on.

Turn to me.

That's the way I like it.

No!

No!

No!

Hey!

No! Aah!

I'm next, I'm next!

Emmett.

I want her one time!

Oh, God.

Go, Frank.

Whoo-wee!

The well.

Me and my horses need water.

Give me that.

You wasn't, by any chance,

married to a no-good bastard

with a price on his head, were ya?

You're a bounty hunter.

I am.

You kill men for money.

You know a better reason?

Sure as hell do.

Your man run off with a painted lady?

I wish he had.

The way you shoot that gun, can you teach me?

What for, you wanna kill somebody?

Yes.

Horse shit.

You couldn't go off and leave a man

on the cold ground last night.

I'll learn.

You'll forget is what you'll do.

Whatever it is that happened to you,

you'll forget it.

The hell I will.

- I don't know what your troubles are, lady,

and I don't give a damn.

But whatever it is…

You can't solve it with a six-shooter.

In other words, you won't help me.

Yeah, that's it.

I'll make it worth your while.

I don't see no pockets in that blanket.

I wasn't talking about money.

Well, I'll be damned.

You do want somebody killed bad, don't you?

If I was to teach you the gun,

you'd then go out and get your ass blowed off.

It's my ass.

Shame to get it shot full of holes.

It is as pretty a one as I ever laid eyes on.

- If you're lucky, you'll lay more than that.

I never gamble if I don't have to.

What's that supposed to mean?

That you're a terrible liar, lady.

If I was to touch you, you'd take that Winchester

to my head again, and you know it.

The answer's no.

Flat no.

No.

No.

Gone!

How many was they?

Three.

And your husband?

Dead. They killed him.

My good shirt.

Damn you, Rufus.

Got you to thank, you pebble-brain.

My leg heals, I'm going to kick your ass clean out of your throat.

Always two against one.

You'd lay off fast enough if Pop was still alive.

- He still would be if you hadn't shot him.

How many times I have to tell you?

I was cleaning my gun!

Why, there ain't a night that goes by

that I don't think of Pop's face.

You mean what was left of it.

Em, you think them soldiers gonna follow us?

I know they will.

There they are.

Let's bushwhack the bastards.

Like hell.

Let's get out of here!

Here.

Put them on.

You got about as much on underneath that

blanket as my horse.

My name's Price.