Bone Tomahawk Page #4

but it just gets

so dull looking

at your toes all the time.

Why don't you get

a music stand?

Like the kind an orchestra

fellow uses or the choirmaster?

Now that's an idea.

You put your book on that.

Right next to the tub.

Keep a towel near, so you can...

You can dry your fingers,

you know, before you

turn the pages.

First thing I'm gonna

do when I get back

is I'm gonna go get me

one of those stands.

Hey!

I bet you Mr. Brooder couldn't

have thought of that solution.

Good night, old man.

Good night.

Here is the official opinion

of the backup deputy

of Mr. O'Dwyer's behavior.

Suspicious.

He's got a lot on his mind.

Could I borrow the German?

If you broke it, would

you go to Hamburg

and purchase a replacement?

Oh, of course I would.

Peter loved schnitzel.

I'll look myself.

What do you see?

A snake in a tree.

- What kind?

Deceased.

- Oh, Jesus, goddamn!

Sorry.

Damn, damn, damn!

You know when?

Yes, sir.

Brooder,

don't step in the middle.

I shan't.

How's the leg?

Swollen.

Any signs of infection?

I don't think so.

Chicory should look at it

tonight when we've camped.

He did some surgery in the war.

I'll mind it myself.

With that tincture of opium?

You went through my things?

My wife's possessions?

-I did.

-Well, you shouldn't have!

Give it back,

you dumb imbecile!

Don't hurl insults at Chicory,

he's followin' orders.

Now give over that bottle.

It ain't yours to claim.

If you use that stuff,

you'll spill from the saddle.

I'm tryin' to prevent

that accident.

I ain't had any.

I apologize for goin'

in your wife's things.

Will you yield it?

Mr. O'Dwyer rides vanguard.

Mr. Kory.

Call me Chicory.

Chicory...

I'm sorry for hollerin' at you.

My wife used to call me a

dumb imbecile all the time.

Felt kinda nice.

Brooder...

Take a look with the German.

We need to put in soon.

I'll make a survey.

-Sheriff.

-Old man?

You know, I know that the

world's supposed to be round

but I'm not so sure

about this part.

He's all the way empty.

You think that infection

could turn to gangrene?

It could go either way.

Have you ever performed

an amputation?

Yeah.

In the war.

But even done correctly

chances aren't good.

That seems like an

especially miserable way

to spend your final days.

The worst.

Relax, gentleman, relax.

Don't be scared.

I am a friend.

You aren't.

You're a stranger and a sneak.

I was about to

announce myself.

Strike a match so we

can see you clear

or we'll light things up with

our guns. Mind our backs.

One moment, por favor.

My name's Ramiro.

You got any companeros?

I have an associate.

Tell him to strike a match.

Do what they ask.

- Just him?

- Just him.

If we see any others lurkin'

around, we'll execute you.

I speak the truth. I was

going to announce myself--

Be quiet and toss your guns.

My associate is unarmed.

Come forward.

Don't drop those matches.

See if you can

salvage the fire.

Damn you!

Deputy, hold.

Holster your gun.

You had no cause.

Those men were scouts

for a raiding party.

-Or thieves.

-You don't know that.

And I wanted to get information

from 'em in any case.

They wouldn't have told

you the correct year

much less anything else.

I know how to

interrogate a man.

He's got a system.

We need to pack up and make

a cold camp somewhere else

some place defensible.

If you want to question

my morals, do it later.

There aren't any to question.

What transpired?

Mr. Brooder

just educated two Mexicans

on the meaning of

manifest destiny.

They deserve it?

I don't know.

Are we breakin' camp?

No, you go back to sleep.

I'll wake you when we're...

Unless you want to eat dinner.

Here, we saved some for you.

Pork and beans.

Thank you.

Well, were they armed?

Sort of.

What time is it?

It's about nine, but it

feels like next week.

I see a spot.

Shielded on one side.

Good enough.

You shouldn't have

shot those Mexicans.

You hear me, Brooder?

It was wrong.

Go to sleep, ol' timer.

One of 'em was

wearing a crucifix.

Then Jesus should've

helped them.

You shouldn't call for

the Lord's attention right now.

I'm not overly concerned.

Quiet!

We need to sleep

every minute we can.

The situation is bad

enough already.

- Well, he was wrong--

Deputy!

Yes, sir.

--Ambush!

Blast!

- They got the horses!

Save your bullets.

They're beyond.

I don't understand

how they got them all.

Saucy would never allow

some greaser on her back.

You trained her in bigotry?

She's smart and she's loyal.

John...

Looks like she resisted.

I'm coming.

Thank you for your services.

We need to compact our gear

and bury the remainder.

If we sleep, it should be

in hot daylight, not now.

Mr. O'Dwyer, that valley is

at least a two day walk--

I'll try to match your pace.

If I fall behind,

I'll catch up when you sleep.

Alright.

Brooder, compact your

gear to the essentials.

I shall.

Sorry about Saucy.

Yes, sir.

She was top quality.

Thank you.

We'll carry your stuff.

Go on, get ahead of us.

When you pack, don't

forget her medical kit.

We won't.

You watch the terrain now.

One bad fall, you

could lose that leg.

Watch out

for those brigands.

Over in Mississippi,

Nadine and I

saw a cripple on

crutches, with one leg

race a normal man and win.

He took these huge strides

kind of a back and forth

motion like a pendulum.

He's uncommonly hasty, yeah.

It isn't the same

with a hurt leg.

I was just pointing

out the possibilities.

Mr. O'Dwyer!

Are you well?

I'm fine!

I wonder if Peter will

enjoy Mexican food.

I imagine he'll

like tamales.

If somebody gives

him a hot pepper

they'll get a hoof in the face.

Aren't you tired?

Oh, no! Out on the plain here

just pretending to

be a pack mule.

That in no way affects the

endeavors of your mouth?

Well, would you prefer the

sound of trudging footsteps

and men breathing?

That makes it worse.

Ah!

Just keep on. I'll catch up.

You sure?

I don't have a choice.

Just mark the route with

four stones every so often.

We will.

Here.

You take this if

you're gonna trail.

We'll use Brooder's German.

I believe Peter

will learn to appreciate

Mexican women.

I'm starting to

envy that horse.

It's Arthur O'Dwyer!

I'm comin' into camp!

We won't shoot,

almost certainly.

Mind the trip line.

We've been here a

couple of hours.

We're leavin' at twilight.

Wake me then.

Time to go.

Oh, Mr. Brooder...

Mr. Brooder found a pond and

we filled your canteens.

And, we put some provisions

in your squirrel bag.

Lots of things with

food energy like

cheese and nuts and

some beef cobs.

I appreciate it.

Mr. O'Dwyer.

-Sheriff?

We'll mark our route

with the four rocks

so you can see it.

No, no...

I'm comin' with you.

Follow after at your own pace.

If we get there

before you catch up,

I'll try to refrain from

flirting with Mrs. O'Dwyer.

God!

Don't you talk that

way about my wife!

I know you had designs!

That was years ago.

And she refused me.

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