Bone Tomahawk Page #3

Mr. O'Dwyer, please sit.

Gizzard,

can you brew some coffee?

Is something amiss?

Yeah.

Put some whisky in his.

Sheriff Hunt, what do you

intend to do about my horses?

They are not my

priority right now.

-Those are my finest--

-Quiet!

Ask about horses again

I'll slap you red!

You come along with me,

Mr. Wallington and

I'm going to retrieve your

special bottle from the bar.

I retrieved our expert.

You know who did this?

Only one group that

hunts with these.

-Who?

-They don't have a name.

What kind of tribe

doesn't have a name?

One that doesn't

have a language.

Cave dwellers.

You know where they are?

I have a general idea.

-You'll take us to them?

-I won't.

'Cause you're an Indian?

Because I don't

want to get killed.

You're afraid of your own kind?

They're not my kind.

They are a spoiled bloodline

of inbred animals

who rape and eat

their own mothers.

Well, what are they?

Troglodytes.

What do they look like?

Man like you would not

distinguish them from Indians.

Even though they are

something else entirely.

Why would they tear

that stable boy up

leave him but take

the others away?

They don't eat Negroes.

Do they think

they're poisonous?

Chicory.

You'll show us

where they are at?

You'll be killed if you

enter their territory--

--That wasn't the question!

Show us where they are at.

We won't be dissuaded.

Bring me a map of

the western range.

We got an old survey map.

You know where it is, Gizzard?

Why was my husband, the mayor,

not informed of this

situation immediately?

Well, the sheriff,

he told me to go get him

but I'm old and I forgot.

Do you expect me

to believe that?

I'm hoping.

Was it Indians?

Troglodytes.

This empty area is

a mountain range.

Forbidden territory,

it has been for centuries.

And somewhere in

the northwestern part of it

is a place my people call the

Valley of the Starving Men.

Troglodytes are

said to live there.

That's days from here.

How many of them do

you think there are?

Well,

it won't matter.

You have no chance against

any number of them.

I'm riding out with Mr. O'Dwyer

because there isn't a

choice for either of us.

The rest of you can stay.

You'll be killed.

I'm coming with you.

No, I need you here,

I need you to keep an eye--

No, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Nick's gone and this is

what a backup is for.

To help in an emergency,

not stay back. I'm coming.

Alright, old man.

This is suicide.

I'll get packed

and meet you in

front of the jail

in 15 minutes.

As will I.

I'm the one who fetched

your wife and got her involved.

I've got a responsibility

to you both.

And I've killed more Indians

than everyone here

put together.

Well, that's an ugly boast.

It isn't a boast

but a fact.

Telegraph Gatesville. Let 'em

know what happened here.

Have 'em send a couple deputies

to watch over things

while I'm gone.

You should address

the mayor directly.

-Yes, you should--

-Somebody should bury Buford.

He's got no kin in Bright Hope.

I'll have him blessed

and put underground.

Appreciate it.

Does anybody know how

to spell "Troglodytes"?

For the telegram.

You'll hear it soon.

I hope that this doesn't

sound callous but

do you truly believe

they're still alive?

I'm not gonna speculate

on that.

There are limits to the

responsibilities

of a town sheriff.

-Riding out into the terri--

-Lorna. I'm going.

There isn't an option.

Let's not have words on this.

Franklin...

Please come back.

Hey, Greg.

Here. I got some fresh wilds.

Oh, there's some

good people in trouble.

And I got to do

what I can for 'em.

So...

I'll see you back here.

They're way up high.

Is that my wife's kit?

It is.

I'll carry it.

If we don't find

Wallington's stock

can your stallion carry

both you and Mrs. O'Dwyer?

I'm carrying her.

Good. Nick can ride

with me if he has to

this animal's strong.

Mr. O'Dwyer, I need

to say this to you

and I don't want

you to get sore.

We're making a five day

journey in three days.

Ridin' long and sleepin'

the bare minimum.

We need to take care of these

animals and ourselves.

I ain't thinkin' about

myself right now.

I know you're not

which is why I'm puttin'

this to you direct.

If our horses die

before we get there

or we go into hostile territory

weak and foggy with exhaustion,

we won't rescue anybody.

The only advantage we have

over these cave dwellers

is bein' smarter.

So, let's not lose that.

It ain't gonna be easy makin'

camp while these savages--

I know it won't. But we need

to keep ourselves collected.

Well, it ain't gonna be easy.

I got the dynamite.

How many?

Six.

Now, that is not a

handsome horse.

Come on, come on!

Let me help you down.

I can do it.

Not gracefully.

Pain is how your

body talks to you.

You'd do well to listen to it.

-Mr. O'Dwyer.

-Yeah?

Are we gonna come across any

more ponds before dark?

I don't know what's

west of here.

No cattle trail or anything

else goes in that direction.

Let's fill up here.

That reminds me

I forgot to pack the Yule tree.

Are any of you somnambulists?

That's private.

He means sleepwalk.

Oh. No, I don't.

Me neither.

-Nope.

Good.

- Sleep with your guns nearby

and shoot anything

that rings a bell.

Could be an innocent

animal or somebody lost.

Our horses are hobbled.

Any animal that comes

at us is a predator.

Any person that approaches

a camp in the dark

without identifying himself

is a criminal or a savage.

If you hear a jingle,

point your gun and shoot.

I'll probably beat

you to the draw

but don't count on

me to save you.

Let it go.

I can't.

Hey, hey!

You watch how you

speak to the law

the sheriff especially.

You aren't the captain.

No.

But I'm the most

intelligent man here

and I intend to keep us alive.

You're the most intelligent

here. Is that a fact?

It is.

Sheriff Hunt has a wife,

so does Mr. O'Dwyer.

And you're a widower.

Yeah, what does that got

to do with anything?

Smart men don't get married.

Well...

That's because no

woman would want you.

Many women invite me

over for dessert.

Eleven in Bright Hope.

John, enough with

that kind of talk.

Alright, cowboy.

- You got enough?

- Oh, there's plenty.

- Sure?

- Yeah.

Blow on it first.

Right. Yes, sir.

Let us pray.

Bless us, O Lord, and

these, thy gifts

which we are about to receive

from...

When do we leave?

I'll rouse everyone

when I wake up.

I don't sleep more than

about four hours a night.

Sheriff?

Hmm?

Can... Can you read a book

in the bath?

I don't understand

what you're askin'.

What I'm asking is,

can you sit in a bathtub

full of hot water

and read a book?

I've never tried.

Well, I hear about people

doing it all the time

but every time I try,

I ruin the book.

I splash water on it or I get

it wet turning the pages.

I've even dropped some in.

Why are you

so determined

to read literature

while takin' a bath?

Well, it's just...

It's just nothing feels better

than sitting in that tub

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