Bone Tomahawk Page #6

Indians or the elements

but because of the idiots!

I'm sorry, ma'am.

We're sorry.

You are idiots!

And Arthur's no better.

I told him not to go up

on that roof, but he--

I implored him not to

follow, but he's...

He's determined. We need to do

what we can before he gets here

so he has a chance against them.

We already killed two.

-Brooder got one.

-Three then.

Mrs. O'Dwyer,

do you know how many

there are in this clan?

Mrs. O'Dwyer?

Twelve males, maybe more.

And two pregnant females

who are blind cripples.

Alright.

Do you still have

that whisky flask?

Yeah.

Yeah.

But it's got tincture in it.

You have tincture of opium?

We do.

How many of them can we poison

with two fingers worth?

Big James, check and see

if any calves went astray.

Ah! Son of a b*tch slope.

You won't stop me.

Son of a b*tch tincture.

You watchin'?

You seein' all this?

This is what I've prayed

my whole life for.

For help right now.

Sheriff.

Just let me, just let

me have one drink.

Just give me a little bit.

Give me a taste.

Alright, here.

No, no...

Drink it.

It got to taste

better than people.

Damnation.

The one with the wolf skull

will lose consciousness

for a long period of time,

but may live.

The second one will die and

the third one will

not be affected.

-Alright.

-Well, two more is respectable.

So my husband will have to

face seven of them, at least.

Including the one

with the boar tusks.

Well, Arthur O'Dwyer is

a very determined man.

And crippled.

Is that jewelry?

Goddamn abomination.

This is where it capsized.

Back way.

You seein' this?

Mrs. O'Dwyer?

Yes?

Have you eaten anything

since they took you?

A little.

If it's been more

than a couple of days

you should try to eat some

of that bird they gave you.

Why?

Your body

needs sustenance.

They wouldn't want

us to grow lean.

I've been thinking a lot

about that flea circus.

Remember the one that had

come in to Bright Hope?

-I remember.

-Did you go?

I wasn't able to.

I went with Nadine.

It was run by these

two European men.

They were brothers,

possibly identical twins

but one was a foot taller

than the other,

that might disqualify them.

But I don't remember

their name.

The Sanderson's.

Did you see it?

Arthur wanted to go.

Oh, I don't know what

your opinion is, but

my wife said it

was all a trick.

Even when those brothers gave

us those magnifying glasses

and we saw those fleas pull

that little stagecoach

right into the depot

or roll those cannons,

those tiny little cannons

onto the battlefield.

She said those fleas are dead.

They're just glued to some

mechanical contraption,

you know,

that moves on its own

like a timepiece

or a windup.

Still, I thought it was

real and I told her,

I said, "Don't talk so loud.

The performers will hear you."

Because I don't know what

kind of hearing fleas have

or if they can sense

kindness in a voice

the way a dog can.

They drink dog's blood,

so maybe.

I think it was real.

I believe those fleas

were alive and talented.

Most flea circuses

employ tricks

but the Sanderson's use

real living fleas.

I knew it was authentic!

I just felt it.

Thank you, thank you

for verifying that.

You're welcome.

I think they figured it out.

Appears so.

Sheriff!

Wake up!

Wake up! Sheriff!

Sheriff, get up, get up!

I'll make sure you're avenged!

I'll make sure!

Sheriff, I'll make sure

you're avenged.

- I will. I'll make sure.

That dumb imbecile,

he doesn't know how to reload!

Uh-oh.

Arthur!

There's one in here wi--

Arthur!

How many did you get?

Three others.

Then there are three more,

at least somewhere.

Brooder?

Gone.

You gonna make it, Sheriff?

No.

- You positive?

I am.

Deputy.

Yes, sir?

I'm stayin' here.

I intend to finish

off the males

since they know

about Bright Hope.

I want you to

escort the O'Dwyer's home.

Make sure they get there safe.

Yes, sir.

How's your leg?

Help Chicory.

Sheriff...

Anything I can do for you?

Put that repeater in my hand.

Go out the way you came in.

Don't dawdle.

Thank you.

Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Have a talk with Mr. O'Dwyer.

Yes, sir.

It is the official opinion

of the backup deputy

that a talk with him

is a good idea.

Say goodbye to my wife.

I'll say hello to yours.

Yes, sir.

Let's keep going.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

I'd love a proper kiss, but

those things that you've

been putting in your mouth...

-Good?

-Yeah.

Were those gunshots?

They were.

Let's go.

- Can you keep going?

- Yeah. Come on.

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