- Pete, ol' pal...
we've been together a long time.
This is where we say goodbye.
I just can't see you suffer no more.
So long, partner.
It'll be getting dark soon, Pete.
I best find me some place to bed down for the night.
- Blasted coyotes.
Thought I'd scared them off yesterday.
You varmints, let's get a good look at you.
Don't come back, you bastards!
Hush now.
It's just a rat.
Looking for somewhere warm to sleep.
When the stage gets here tomorrow,
you gotta be fresh and strong.
40 miles from here to Lassiter.
Oh, Jesus H. Christ!
- Right, you put your hands up,
and you don't do anything stupid now, you hear?
- I'm gonna ask you gentlemen
to put all your money on the counter.
- Sure.
- Now, move it!
- Keep your powder dry, Jeb.
We've got it, come on, let's go.
- What you looking at, little boy?
Damn it, come on!
- What are you looking at?
Face the other way if you know what's good for you!
Now let's get out of here!
- You alright, Lloyd?
- Hurts like hell, but I'll live.
- Grab him, doc.
- Aw,jeez they got Van Corren.
That's a damn shame.
- The bullet's gone clean through.
- Did you see who it was?
- No, but one of them said,
“you gotta keep your powder dry, Jeb",
has to be the Norton brothers.
- Don’t jump to conclusions, Lloyd.
There's more than one Jeb in these parts.
- I've got a cousin Jeb, in Denver.
And your brother's name is Jeb, ain't it Lloyd?
- I'm telling you, it was them.
They've robbed five banks already this year.
Was only a matter of time till they hit mine.
- Well, looks like they headed north.
There's a good chance they'll bump into the coach.
- The one Jake's on?
- Yeah.
- I'll take you down to my office.
- They were riding hard.
They're gonna need fresh horses soon.
- Only one place they'll find them.
- Palm Flats.
- Pardon my curiosity but,
is that wedding ring new?
- Me and Jake just got married in Durango, four days ago.
We've only known each other three weeks.
- I was attending a trial.
- Jake's deputy marshal of Lassiter.
- First day in town, met Sarah, we got talking,
and well, here we are.
- You must be some talker, mister.
- And now I'm Mrs. Jake Norman.
- I have a weakness for pretty rings.
- Is that Mexican silver?
- Yes, indeed.
My husband gave it to me as a present,
the day we opened the Golden Garter in Lednam.
- You run a saloon?
- Dan said they'd look after me.
- Your husband must be a very generous man.
- Excuse me, Mr. Norman?
- Jake, you can call me Jake.
- Jake, I'm a reporter.
- You seem a little young for a newspaper man, mister?
- Henry Lester, with the London Times.
I'm writing a series of articles about the wild west.
I'd like to ask you a few questions
about being a deputy marshal.
- Sure.
- Right, here we go.
How many men have you shot?
- Put the book away, Henry.
Jake's on his honeymoon.
- Have you ever visited Lassiter?
- It ain't much more than a one-horse town.
And they shot that horse 20 years ago.
- Jake tells me it's a wonderful place to setup home.
- Do you believe everything he tells you?
- Well, Sarah and me don't have any secrets.
Do we darling?
- Will your husband be meeting you in Denver?
- Dan died three years ago.
But I still call myself Mrs. Marie Cooper.
And I miss him every day.
- I'm sorry.
- We had eleven years together.
That's more that some.
- Sorry folks!
- Hey Yancy, you told me you have
the most comfortable stages in the west.
- Well, we do Jake.
But this here, ain't one of them!
Ho-ha.yo!
- You see him Yancy?
- You think I'm blind?
- I don't know.
- Stage line don't pay me to stop,
for no cowboy, down on his luck.
- Don't worry, father.
I'll protect you.
- Well, you got me to stop, stranger.
State your business.
- My name's Calhoun and I'd like to board your stage,
if there's room.
- Where's your horse?
- Broke his leg yesterday.
- You shoot him?
- No, I wrestled him to the ground and beat him to death.
- Now, now.
There's no need to be disrespectful.
Especially when you got a shotgun pointed at you.
- Apologies, gentlemen, where you headed?
- We're going to Pine Flats in a couple hours,
get fresh horses and then on to Denver.
- Denver, huh?
I've never been there.
- Well, you wanna put that right, fa re's six dollars.
- Six, you only charge four--
- Would you shut up?
- I'll give you one dollar now in good faith,
and the rest when you get me to Denver.
Whoa, easy.
- Alright, sling your stuff up on top.
Get yourself inside.
- Name's Calhoun and I'd appreciate
you holstering those guns.
Anyone mind if I?
- Where you from, Calhoun?
- Well, I'd tell you but,
you'd never have heard of it.
- Next stop, Pine Flats.
- Tick-tock, tick-tock Ahiga.
What have you got for me?
Don't make me wait all day.
- I got four.
- Ah-ha, well that's not gonna scare me off.
I raise you four.
Beat that.
Show me what you got.
- Full house.
- Ahiga, you're a low-down, cheating snake.
- If you were a man, I'd cut your heart out,
you half-breed bitch!
- If you were a man, you wouldn't cheat at cards,
you skunk-breath toad, and your wife told me
you were a lousy lover.
- Not again.
- Antahini, antahini!
- Causing trouble again, Black Deer?
- Join me fora drink, marshal?
- There's a saloon down the street.
- I prefer to do my drinking in here.
- And your gambling, and your fighting.
- Joanie Loumis don't mind, do you Joanie?
- I've always been willing to do business with the Indians.
- That may be so, but I don't want to catch you
serving that girl whiskey again.
- Hey, what are you my father?
- You've got no right talking to me like that.
- I got every right.
- What the hell's got into you today, Wade?
- I just got back from telling Jenny Corbin she's a widow.
Got any coffee on the stove?
- Coffee?
Yeah, I'll bring you a cup.
- Bring me the pot, and two cups.
- Coming right up.
Navajo hate coffee.
Prefer firewater.
Taste good.
- Guess you heard about the robbery.
- Yeah everyone's saying it was the Nortons.
- Yeah, no one's willing to form a posse.
Drink it, all of it.
- Loumis, where'd you find this coffee?
Up the rear end of a buffalo?
- I said drink it.
I need your help, Black Deer.
I'll pay you 10 dollars.
- And a bottle of whiskey.
- Alright.
But until those outlaws are behind bars,
coffee's the only thing you'll be drinking.
What do you say?
- I'll give it some consideration.
- Well, don't wait too long.
I'm intent on riding out soon.
- Then I need to tell you about
the dream-vision I had last night.
- Been a while since you bored me about one of those.
- An evil Navajo spirit,
a creature that kills in the light of the blood moon,
yee naaldlooshi.
- A skin-walker?
That's just legend.
- It's more than legend,Wade.
They're real, and they're out there.
- I don't suppose you've ever seen one?
- Well, would you believe me if l said I had?
A skin-walker is a Navajo warrior,
banished from their tribe, for learning
the forbidden secret of shape-shifting into,
god dammit Wade, you're looking at me
like I've been chewing peyote.
The time of the blood moon is almost upon us,
when skin-walkers are at their strongest.
Heed my warning.
Delay your search for a few days.
- You got your personal beliefs.
But I got my duties to perform.
Shit, I'll ride out alone.
- I'll be in your office in an hour, ready to ride out.
You got any silver bullets?
- On my wage?
Hell no, why?
- It's a question that needed to be asked.
- Welcome to Mud Flats!
Pine Flats, we're stopping here for a couple hours.
- Wish it was a couple days, my backside's sore as hell.
- Charlie!
Charlie be fixing biscuits, coffee,
if he's a mind to.
- Hey, save me some of them biscuits.
I'm gonna deal with the horses.
- I'll wait out here, if you don't mind.
I've never been inside a saloon in my life.
- Oh, no, there ain't been a saloon here since
the silver mine closed down, everybody left town.
- Oh, I assumed the townspeople were all in church.
- Pine Flat's citizens aren't the
church-going kind, if you get my meaning.
- Drunken miners is all some of them gals really are.
- Some of them girls are real pretty.
- It's like a ghost-town.
- Not quite, Charlie Packham stayed on,
working for the stage-line.
- Oh yeah, sure did, he's got himself a room upstairs.
Got it nice and cozy too.
- Cozy isn't a word I'd use to describe this place.
- Maybe it just needs a woman's touch.
- Yeah, a woman with a box of dynamite.
- Charlie, the old coot, losing his mind.
Left the lamps on in the middle of the daytime.
Charlie!
You got customers down here!
- Maybe he's out back.
- He still should've heard us.
- That doorway lead outside?
- Yeah, through the kitchen.
- Shall I take a look or...
- No, you best keep the preacher and the ladies company.
- What's going on,Jake?
- Nothing darling, just stay here.
- Spread out.
- Over Here!
- Jesus wept...
- That Charlie?
- What's left of him.
- I guess we'll be making our own coffee.
- What in God's name did that?
- God was looking the other way, when this happened.
The liver's been torn out.
- And how is it you know about livers and such, hmm?
You a doctor?
" Grizzly?
- No, this ain't from a grizzly.
You familiar with Indian legends?
- Sure, I heard of a few.
Now wait a minute--
- Name me one critter capable of doing that.
- Had to be a wolf pack.
- Now that figures.
Yeah, when they get hungry, they get real vicious.
- Real clever too.
Didn't leave one paw print behind.
Best get the old man buried.
- Well, Charlie keeps, kept tools,
upstairs in the store-room.
Bound to be a spade or something.
- Still loaded.
He didn't get a chance to fire at what came after him.
- It had to be a wolf pack, right?
- I'll be mighty relieved if it was.
Yancy tell you what happened to Charlie?
- Not in great detail, no.
- Was it an accident?
- Hardly.
- Indians?
- Most likely a wolf pack.
- Might they still be around?
- I'd like to take a look at the body before it's interred.
- l wouldn’t advise that if I were you.
- But it would add so much more color to my articles.
- Henry, the only color you'll find,
out there, is bright red.
- Well, better get Glen from the livery.
- Now'd be a good time
to say a few words, preacher.
- Yes, of course.
Most of us here, didn't know...
- Charlie Packham.
- Charlie Packham, but Yancy and Glen tell me
he was a decent fellow,
who provided sustenance for weary...
- Preacher?
- I thought I saw someone,
standing by a tree.
- Stay out west long enough,
you'll see Jesus Christ, Himself,
playing a guitar and cussing like a cowhand on payday.
- Nevertheless, I saw...
As I was saying, Charlie was a decent--
- Henry, what in the hell are you doing?
- We're in a dangerous predicament.
It will enthrall the readers of my pa per.
- If you ever get time to finish it!
- There's two of them.
One out front, and one behind.
- Listen up, you're caught in a crossfire now!
So drop your guns and stand up!
- Any suggestions, Calhoun?
- Do what my brother told you!
- Well, nothing comes to mind.
- Come on now!
I said drop it didn't I?
I didn't see you drop your gun, son.
- He ain't got a gun.
- Is that right?
What's your name, boy?
- Henry Lester.
- Henry?
Come here.
Come here!
I want you to go around, get everybody's weapon,
including the stage driver's and his pal.
And you don't do nothing to make me
want to shoot you now, you hear me?
- Yes, sir.
- Maybe we should introduce ourselves.
I'm Hank Norton.
This here's my half-brother Jeb.
- If you've heard of us,
you're gonna know what we're capable of.
- Back-shooting innocent people, mostly.
- What's your name, cowboy?
- Calhoun.
- Have we met someplace?
- No, I think I'd remember the smell.
- This is nice.
And we're gonna have to watch you.
Cause you're a smart-mouthed asshole.
- Okay, everybody inside!
- Move it!
Henry, you hold on real tight to those, now.
- Okay Jeb, bring them in!
- Alright, move it up!
I said move it up!
Get over there.
What you looking at?
You are a sight for sore eyes, ain't that the truth.
- You bastard.
You wanna point it at me?
- Can't no one call me a bastard,
seeing as I never knew my old man!
- Jeb don't even let me call him a bastard.
Last time I did, he put a pickaxe through my chest.
I still got the 10-inch scar here, to prove it.
- Cause when I get riled,
there ain't no limit to what I'm capable of.
When I want something,
I just takes it!
You got something else to say to me, huh?
Well, lookie here.
We got ourselves a lawman!
- Shoot him!
- Please, don't shoot him!
- And the girl!
- I ain't shooting her.
I got plans for her.
- Norton, you kill me, the law will hunt you down
and make sure you both hang.
- And if I pull this trigger right here,
your sweet little wife, she's gonna be a widow.
What you say about that?
- I'd say you wouldn't act so tough if I had a gun.
- Is that right?
Well, take one of mine.
Come on, we'll have a shoot-out right here.
Come on, take it!
Take it, I said!
- How about giving me the gun?
- What'd you say?
You...
I reckon you might be trouble.
' Me?
I'm no trouble to anyone.
- Jesus Christ, Jeb pull the trigger, shoot somebody.
- I'm not sure whether I'm gonna kill you now
or let you watch me have some fun with your Missus.
Lawman, why don't you go hide behind your wife's petticoats.
- Excuse me, mister Norton, these guns
are getting very heavy.
- Listen Henry,why don't you take those guns
and stick them in a barrel outside.
Come straight back, you understand?
Go on, git.
- Move it!
- Who's funeral is this anyway?
- Old timer who ran this place for the stage line,
got his throat tom out by something.
- What kind of something?
- We ain't exactly sure.
' A grizzly?
- No, ain't been no grizzlies
in these parts, for 9 or 10 years.
- Well how about old Mose?
- There you go talking a damn fool again.
- Well, he's supposed to be 10 foot tall,
weigh 1,500 pounds, and I heard he
killed those bulls with one blow.
- Old Mose does his hunting up in Freemont county.
It's two or 300 miles from here.
- Maybe he learnt to ride a mule.
- What is your name?
- Mrs. Marie Cooper.
And yours must be Horses Ass,
cause you surely smell like one.
- You open your god damn mouth again,
I'm gonna put a bullet in it.
Henry, come sit over here.
- If it weren't a bear that killed that old-timer,
then what done it?
- Something strong enough to tear out his liver.
- My wife needs water.
- She's gonna have to wait.
- Look at her.
- Jeb, watch her.
- I got it.
- Maybe it was a wolverine.
I heard of one, once, that bit right through
a trapper's arm and then ran off with it.
- Whatever it was,
it's got a taste for human meat.
Probably watching us right now.
- No accounting for taste.
- Cowboy, go stand next to the post over there.
Lawman, you join him, go ahead.
Mrs. Cooper, why don't you go see if you can find some rope.
Tie them up to that post.
Tie them up tight, do it now.
- You see something out there?
- There ain't nothing to see.
Jeb, why don't you head out back into the kitchen,
see if the old man kept some guns back there.
- I'm busy! - Go on!
- I said I'm busy!
- Don't make me tell you again, boy.
- God dammit.
- This good enough?
- Tie them up.
- Sorry about this.
- Better make them tight.
- Quit talking!
- No guns, and I've locked the back door.
- Why don't you head out to the kitchen,
see if you can rustle up some vittles.
Me and my brother need to eat before we leave.
Jeb.
Jeb, Jeb!
- What? - Get over here.
Keep an eye on these two.
- What is it you saw out there?
- Forget it.
You finished?
- Nearly.
- Where the hell you learn to tie a knot like that?
- Any cowboy gets fresh in my saloon,
I string him up.
Hung 27 just this year.
You should call in for a drink.
- You didn't bring a rifle?
- I have enough protection.
White ash, prepared by my father.
- Navajo magic, huh?
- Listen, if a skin-walker is shot in the heart,
with a silver bullet, it might appear to die.
White ash sends it to the land of the dead.
- If you say so.
But we obviously don't stock silver bullets.
So that stuff ain't gonna help much.
- We'll see.
Wade listen, on the way over here, I had another vision.
" oh yeah?
They're coming in thick and fast aren't they?
- Listen to me.
I saw you and me under the blood moon.
And death was reaching out to both of us.
- Well, the Norton's are pretty handy with guns.
- You know damn well, I'm not talking about the Nortons.
- Look, the sun's gonna go down in a couple of hours.
- You afraid of the dark?
- Hell no.
- Nor me.
But it is a wise man who fears
what might be hiding in the dark.
- Yeah.
- God dammit.
- Hey lady!
Give me another cup.
- If you want more coffee, Mr. Norton,
you're gonna need more water.
- Henry!
- Yes, sir?
- See that silver bucket in the corner?
- Yes sir.
- Go fill it up with water from the bucket outside.
And Henry!
You come back through that door,
with anything in your hands,
'sept that bucket, you're a dead man.
Hey, cowboy.
You ever been to Wichita?
- Not that I recall.
- Me and Jeb come across a gunslinger in Wichita,
about six or seven years ago.
Can't say I remember his name but,
you sure look like him.
- Now you come to mention it, he do.
- I look like a lot of people.
- He could draw, shoot a man, and holster his gun,
before you even had time to take a breath.
I heard he was a preacher.
He left the church on a account of his family
got murdered by bushwhackers.
And he was so angry with God,
that he offered up his mortal soul,
to the devil his self, to get revenge.
And old Satan, well he made him
the fastest gunslinger in the west.
And he hunted down them bushwhackers.
And he killed them, one by one.
- Just how fast are you, Calhoun?
- What makes you think I am fast?
- I don't know, something though.
- Well, there's an easy way to find out.
- Untie me, gimme a pistol,
and you'll have your answer.
Before you have time to take a breath.
- Son of a bitch, Henry!
- Come here. - Get your hands off me.
- Give me that.
- Whoa, there.
Two horses stopped here, three hours ago.
They covered the tracks with
earth and leaves, to confuse us.
- The Nortons?
- Has to be.
- You alright?
- Yea h, I'm just a little dizzy.
- When's the last time you ate?
- I caught a rabbit for breakfast,
killed it, skinned it, ate it.
- You missed out cooked it.
- Did I?
They took this trail.
- Okay, look if you're sick, I understand.
YOU can turn around.
I can do this trail alone.
-You?
You couldn't find your ass in the dark,
even if it was on fire.
- You think so, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- I think I can surprise you.
Heh!
- Hey, wait up!
- How long you gonna be?
- A couple of minutes.
- What's she doing?
- She has a name.
Sarah's just made your coffee.
We'll be on through in a minute, with your food too.
- I don't know shit about cooking,
but I do know it takes sharp knives for cutting.
' Sugar?
- Three.
Me and Jeb each.
And make sure you--
- Hank, what in the hell was that?
- I'm gonna look outside.
- You can't go out there.
- The hell's wrong with you?
- Hey Calhoun, you really reckon
that's what killed the old timer?
- Yeah.
- What'd you just say?
- It's a skin-walker, Hank.
- Skin-walker?
Ain't no such thing.
- Well, you could go out there and prove us wrong.
- Hank, you can't go out there.
- Shut up!
- Henry, you know you really should
write about the skin-walkers in your newspaper.
It would make your readers' hair stand on end.
Even those bald Englishmen you've got over there.
- Shut up, we've heard enough!
- Keep talking, lawman.
Maybe Jeb will realize it's all horse shit.
- A couple of years back,
there was this skin-walker living in these parts.
Went around eating Indians and cowboys,
and cattle rustlers.
- Oh. yeah?
- Took seven Navajo braves to kill it.
And in its gut, they found the bodies
of five of the most ornery outlaws,
that ever robbed a bank,
all chewed up, to hell.
- Is that right?
- Well, the fella who told me swore it was.
- Maybe there is a Indian running around,
who thinks he's a wolf,
but if he's out there,
I'm gonna blow him to kingdom come.
- Only thing that'll kill a skin-walker
is a silver bullet through the heart.
- Calhoun, shut your face!
Or I'll put a bullet through your head,
and it won't need to be a silver one!
- Get it while it's hot.
If you're still alive to eat it.
- If I come back, and I'm tall dark and hairy,
shoot, cause it ain't me.
- Hank?
- Let me in God dammit!
Open the door!
Come on!
What?
- We gotta get out of here.
- What?
- The bodies out back, is gone.
Take a look at this.
- A bible, all chewed up.
Jesus Christ, Hank, what are we gonna do?
- Stick to the plan, and head south.
- Can I?
- So, you boys are thinking of heading down to Mexico?
Lots of pretty senoritas there.
And they love gringos.
- That right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, I never had a Mexican woman before.
" Ain't you?
- No, I had saloon girls and farmer's daughters.
I even had a preacher's wife once.
And they all look the same to me,
when they're bare-ass naked I can see their titties.
Although, some do look prettier than others.
Just how much time we got, Hank?
- We got enough.
But I take the young one first.
- That ain't fair.
- I'm the eldest, it's my right!
- I ain't arguing, this one's mine.
- Are you saying that you prefer her,
to a real woman?
- What are you doing?
- Well, Hank, I'm just saying,
that what I got here, well,
it's just as juicy, as a girl at 21.
Jeb?
I can't concentrate on this, if you're still holding her.
Sit down.
- Is this how you like it, Jeb?
Nice and slow?
What about you, Hank?
- Sure.
But I'm still gonna beat the ever-loving shit out of you.
- Why, Mr. Hank Norton,
you’re just a romantic old fool ain't you?
- When I get back to London,
my editor will not believe the things I've seen.
- I hope that includes me, darling.
- I think it does.
- Henry, go outside and get them
guns brought in here.
- Are you sure that's wise, Mr. Norton?
- I reckon you might have done this before.
- Oh, do you now?
Well, come here, I'll tell you a little secret.
When you run a saloon,
not too close, well sometimes,
you just gots to entertain the boys.
And other times,
Mr. Norton, you gotta surprise them.
'Jeb.hey!
- That was some shot.
- I only had one bullet.
- Well, sometimes that's all it takes.
- Where'd you say you were from again?
- Well, I'd tell you but,
you'd never have heard of it.
- Why don't you try me?
- We need to move.
- It's Henry!
- Henry, I'm coming.
Henry!
Jesus...
Henry?
- Get back inside.
Watch it don't come over the roof.
- The skin-walker is real.
- Uh-huh.
Darndest thing I ever saw.
- Ever used a gun?
- No, no.
- I want you to go to the kitchen and lock the door.
If that thing breaks in,
I want you to aim this at its head,
and pull the trigger, understand?
Go.
- Jake, it's still up there!
- Yeah, I can hear it!
- Jake!
- Calhoun, it's out back!
Jake!
- Jake.
- Sarah!
- Get off!
- Sarah okay?
- Cut some.
Norton saved her life.
- I reckon he was mostly thinking about his own.
He tied up?
- Yeah, Sarah's watching him.
You found something?
- Yeah, a blood trail.
- Well, when an animal's hurt,
it goes to where it feels safest.
- It'll be back.
- We better be moving on soon, to Pine Flats,
that's where you think the Norton brothers are headed.
You been real quiet for the last hour.
- You talked enough for the both of us.
- After your fight with Ahiga.
He called you an antahini.
That means witch.
- In my tribe, a witch cures sickness,
with plants and herbs, nothing more.
- Nice try, Black Deer.
A skin-walker don't necessarily have to be a witch,
but a Navajo witch is always a skin-walker.
- Some of us are only part skin-walker.
But if the beast within is too strong,
l turn into something half-human, half skin-walker,
hated and hunted by both.
- That white ash you got,
it's to protect yourself.
Marshal Wade Norman,
why did you have to be so damn clever?
I preferred you when you were as a dumb-ass.
- So it's true.
Now I know why you drink so much.
The gunsmith had three silver bullets in stock.
- Black Deer!
- Wade...
- You know your way around a team.
You ever been a stagecoach driver?
- I rode shotgun a while, over in Kansas.
- Never been to Kansas, myself.
I was born in Chicago.
My parents moved me out west, when I was nine.
Met my cousin Wade in Denver.
And he took me south, down to Lassiter,
where he lives now.
He taught me all about law enforcement.
I was made deputy when I was 17 years old.
You always stood the right side of the law?
Calhoun?
-Huh?
- I said have you always stayed the right side of the law?
- I've done some bad things to survive.
Got blood on my hands but,
none of it innocent.
Stay vigilant, Jake.
- My arm.
Give me a whiskey.
My arm's on fire.
- Uh-uh.
- I think it might be broke.
You ain't gonna give me a cup of that?
- Strong coffee can go straight to the head.
- And after I saved your life.
- Before that thing turned up,
you and your brother would have had me,
on this stinking floor,
and laughed while you did it.
You probably would have murdered us all, too.
So don't you dare talk about saving my life.
You murdering outlaw, scum.
- Well now, lady,
I reckon I seen right through you, to the bare bone.
I may be a piece of murdering, outlaw-scum,
but I been places.
- Nowhere that sold soap obviously.
- I've had me a bath or two, in my day.
When I was visiting whore-houses in Wichita and Dodge.
- I bet the girls there loved your company.
- Innocent young girls,
don't know how to handle a knife,
cut a man's throat.
On account of they'd be shaking with nerves.
But a common whore,
she knows how to use a blade,
for her own protection.
- I'd remind you, that I'm the wife
of Lassiter's deputy marshal.
Do you think he would marry a common whore?
- Sure, if you fed him some bullshit story
about how you come from a fine family back east,
and pretended to be a sweet, young virgin--
I knew I was right.
- If you say anything, to my husband,
you can bet your unwashed ass,
that this innocent little lady,
will happily cut off your fucking balls,
and fry them in bacon fat.
- I reckon you just might.
- He annoying you?
- No, he isn't gonna cause us anymore trouble.
Are you?
- Almost ready to roll.
Jake's keeping a look-out.
- I'll take this out to Jake.
- Hey preacher.
You wanna know where me and my brother Jeb
hid the bank money we took, this afternoon?
Set me free,
and I'll divvy it with you, 50-50.
- Norton, as far as I'm concerned,
your blood-money should stay buried until hell freezes over.
- Glad you think that way Calhoun.
Let's get aboard.
- Will you stop that spitting?
- The horses!
- I swear I left the brake on.
- You did, I checked.
The horses are gone too.
- He's one devious bastard ain't he?
- You show me a nine-foot flesh-eating critter who ain't.
- What happened?
- Someone spooked the horses,
rattlesnake maybe.
- No, it was my fault, the brake wasn't left on.
- And mine.
- You don't have to lie, Calhoun.
It's clear the skin-walker did this.
- Norton...
- We're gonna need more light.
- Well, there's more lamps in the livery stable.
- Let's go.
- I've got this.
- Jake.
- Lock the door behind us.
- You're gonna die!
- So what are our chances?
- Depends if we can hold out till
the stage-line comes through tomorrow.
- We better pray it ain't delayed.
- Interesting choice of words.
You a religious man?
- I've been known to go to church.
- Anything happens to me,
I'd appreciate you saying a prayer over my grave.
- Any one in particular?
- Shortest one you can find.
I get bored real easy.
Remember,just a prayer.
No hymns.
- Reckon I can get a handle on most men but,
truth be told, Calhoun,
you're a solid gold puzzle to me.
- Better watch out for that mule that's been hanging around.
I reckon he's got one hell of a kick.
Ready?
- Hey Calhoun,I found your mule.
- Jake...
- Hey, come here, I've got something for you.
- I better go get what we came for.
- Then I'd better come with you.
- You're a very brave lady.
- No, I'm a very frightened one.
- I'll never forgive myself for bringing you all the way--
I promise I'm gonna get us out of here.
- You better, I wanna see this one-horse town of yours.
- Come on, love birds.
We better get back before Norton spits himself to death.
- Well, sounds like you folks
were having a hell of a party out there.
just surprised to see you all in one piece.
- I'm touched by your concern.
- Better get some alcohol on that.
Wound ain't gonna clean itself, Jake.
- I'll keep first watch.
- Gonna be along night.
- Any sign?
- Nope.
Mind if I ask you a question?
- Not if it's why the hell did you bring
such a pretty girl to this god-forsaken place.
- Something like that.
- When Sarah agreed to marry me,
I did consider staying on in Durango.
Maybe take a deputy's job down there.
She wanted to get away from the place,
make a fresh start.
So here we are.
- Yeah, wherever here is.
- It's coming in for the kill.
I want you two back here.
- No, I wanna fight with you.
- More guns, the better.
- Oh, second time that's happened.
I meant to get it fixed.
- Is this genuine?
- Some of them are.
Hey, you don't think...
- Well, we'll see.
- You have to hit it directly in the heart.
- My dad said these would look after me.
- If that works, I'll eat my head.
- Well, if it doesn't work,
the skin-walker will eat it for you.
- How are we gonna get a clean shot at it?
- Norton's gonna be our bait.
- You sick son of a bitch.
- Shit.
- Thank you.
- Marshal Norman.
- Wade, I'm Jake's wife.
Jake...
- He breathing?
- Yeah, he's breathing, he's alive.
Is he okay?
- Nope, this man's dead.
- You know what that thing is?
- Yeah, I've seen one before.
Shot saved a silver bullet.
- You alright?
Wade's here, he saved me.
- Wade, good to see you.
There're silver rings in the shotgun there, understand?
- Skin-walker's gone.
- What about Marie?
Calhoun?
- That his name?
- Don't call for an undertaker just yet.
- We thought you were dead.
- No, I've got other plans.
Where is it?
Hand me that shotgun.
Marie?
- Jesus, Wade what happened to your neck?
- We're gonna all be having them tonight.
Ain't over yet.
- Return to hell.
Bastard's dead but it won't lie down.
- Try this.
- White ash?
- You seen it before?
- Is it at peace?
- It don't deserve to be.
- Don't you believe in redemption?
That our past sins can be forgiven?
- Sure he does.
And so do I.
- Name is Calhoun.
- Marshal Wade Norman, Jake's cousin.
Found the stage a couple miles back.
- That's Hank Norton.
What's left of him.
Brother Jeb's out back.
Fact is, there's more dead folks,
around here, than live ones.
- Well, there's a
on the Norton brothers' heads,
alive or dead.
- There's a lady in there, didn't make it.
She's the one who took down Jeb Norton.
I want her buried right.
That'll be my reward.
- I'll see to it.
- Hey wade, how about you take
me and my new wife home to Lassiter?
- Of course, cousin.
- Unless you've changed your mind.
- If you two ever have young'uns,
I'd sure like to be there when you tell them
how you spent your honeymoon.
- You got any plans, Calhoun?
- I'll be moving on.
- That's a real shame.
Lassiter needs another deputy.
Pays 20 dollars a month, right?
- I reckon he'd be worth 30.
- Is that an offer you might consider?
- I got me a job lined up, down in Santa Clara.
- What could you possibly find to do in Santa Clara.
- The sheriff's asked me to deal with
some varmints causing big trouble.
- What kind of varmints?
- Oh, red-eyed demons, six inch claws,
bat's wings, and a bad attitude.
- Well, guess you'll need your prayer book back.
- Keep it.
- Hey, Calhoun, where'd you say you're from again?
- Well, I'd tell you but,
you'd never have heard of it.