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kind of man.

Well, we all appreciated

how he could clarify

the good Lord's Word

for us simple folk.

I wouldn't call you

simple, ma'am.

Thank you, kind sir.

Melissa used to

teach Bible lessons

to the children

before Thomas arrived.

She recites chapter

and verse in her sleep.

Stop it, Papa.

You're embarrassing me.

I saw it first hand

when I met her.

Sometimes all people

have is their faith.

Thomas was always praying.

Prayin' for something.

I never understood it.

If you want something,

just go get it.

Why pray about it?

How do you think

Thomas died?

We found his remains in the embers

at the church after the fire.

I understand they found

his burned body,

but why didn't he

try to escape?

They say he got drunk, and knocked

over a lamp or something.

And you believe that?

No.

Thomas wasn't a drinker.

In fact, he'd always say good night

when the drinking got heavy.

You've mentioned that

you thought Mayor Pierce might be

behind some of the trouble in town.

You think he could've had something

to do with my brother's death?

Yes, I do.

Tell me.

Men say before the war, Pierce

made his money as a slave trader.

When the war started, many headed

east, but he stayed behind.

Bought himself

a position of power in town.

He hired Reb and his band of

ex-Confederate soldiers as enforcers,

and bullied his way

into the Mayor's office.

How would he be able to get

away with something like that?

Who could stop him?

This is a small town,

Marshal.

Anyone with any influence,

he hired.

When the war ended, people

came back, and the town grew.

Reb brought some

of his mercenaries to town

and that's when

things got real bad.

Anyone who stood up to Reb

or the Mayor, disappeared.

Your brother

wasn't the first.

Well, I don't buy for a minute that

he got drunk and tipped over a lamp.

No, something

happened to him.

I'm not leaving

until I figure out what.

This was your brother's.

After the fire,

I found it in the embers.

JAMES:
I remember

this day.

(CHUCKLING)

We hated standing still

for so long.

Our mother.

Long time ago.

Her wedding ring.

She didn't want

to be buried with it.

She wanted one of us to have

it for when the time comes.

It's beautiful.

JAMES:
"Journal."

Did either of you

know he kept this?

No, I didn't.

Well, it's getting late. I think

I'll be calling it an evening.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night.

Good night, James.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is she okay?

It's been tough.

Her husband was

killed in Antietam.

Shortly after,

she lost her son,

my grandson,

to diphtheria.

Sorry to hear that.

She's getting on, though.

A little better every day.

JAMES:
Let's see what you have

to tell me, little brother.

THOMAS". The West. A land

full of promise for many.

For me,

it is the land of destiny.

Though I left a good life

full of potential,

God's calling was stronger.

I am convinced that the Mayor

is behind all of this.

Our community has been

without any form of law

for more than a few years.

Melissa Collins came by

just after the Reb incident.

Such a lovely girl.

I followed the Mayor to an abandoned

mine, filled with weapons.

I drew a map to the location.

BUFORD:
Reb ain't gonna wanna hear that

you ain't got the money today, boy.

Like I said, sir, things

have been slow lately.

Mmm-hmm.

A couple of

Army officers asked

if I can tend

to their horses next week,

and maybe fix a few things.

BUFORD:
Next week...

But that ain't gonna

solve the problem

that we have here today,

now, is it?

Put the gun down,

and tell me what's going on.

WHITEY:
Business.

And it ain't none of yours.

Makin' it mine.

We know who you are.

You better learn

yourself who we are.

You're gonna pay

these men when you can?

Yes, sir.

Well, there you have it.

That's all you'll get today.

Get out of here.

Thank you.

How can I repay you?

If you can take

a look at my horse,

we've been on

the trail a long time.

Might need

some tending to.

You saved my son, Abraham.

Anything you need,

it's on me.

A man should be paid

for his work.

Thank you.

And you know your taxes

have to be paid

or there will be

consequences.

How am I supposed

to feed my family?

(CRASHING) BU FORD: That

seems to be a problem

you need to figure out.

MRS. TRUMBLE:
Please.

(C*CKS GUNS)

That's enough, boys.

Let's not do this again.

Just put it down,

gently,

and back away.

This ain't over.

You can't just be coming

into someone else's town

acting like

you own the place.

Well, that's ironic,

isn't it?

So why don't you and your

partner clear on out of here?

You're a blessing

from heaven.

Don't be so sure

about that.

Hey, cowboy.

Want to have a good time?

No, thank you, ma'am.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Whiskey.

Give me two more.

Thank you.

Mind if I join you?

Thanks.

(SIGHS)

I wanted

to introduce myself.

No need, Marshal.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, I guess

I'm not surprised.

Listen, Captain,

I may need your help.

I don't see

how that's possible.

It's our mission to

keep this country safe,

yours is to keep the peace.

Well, you and I both know it's

not always that cut-and-dry.

Where were you stationed?

Gettysburg. 20th Maine.

War could have been lost

if you boys hadn't held back

the Confederates

like you did.

North and South. You know, you

can say it was that simple.

But it was just a bunch of

kids killing each other.

Americans.

You boys

at Gettysburg, too?

Second Bull Run.

Antietam. Fredericksburg.

Here's to them all.

Amen.

So, what's this about? It got something

to do with your brother, I assume.

Well, I ain't got

nothing solid yet.

But he was fixing to bring some

things to light in this town.

We have our eyes on the

Mayor for our own reasons.

However, those reasons do not

include family disputes.

But, seeing as how we're dealing

with enemies of the state,

Quantrill's Raiders and all,

I might be able to do

a little something for you.

Do not come to me

without hard evidence.

I cannot jeopardize

our mission just to help

you with your revenge,

you understand?

Yes, sir. I do.

Excuse me, Mayor.

That Reverend's

brother is a problem.

Which means what?

He kept us from collecting

rent from the blacksmith,

and from

Trumble's store today.

Lord, why have you

seen fit to surround me

with a pack of

imbeciles and morons?

Well, you told us not to use

our guns and draw on folks,

so what are we

supposed to do?

Well, now I'm telling you,

get off my porch.

Get out of my sight!

Go on.

This McCord character,

now he can't be allowed to

interfere with my business.

He's like a disease.

It could be contagious.

He's gonna have to be

dealt with.

So, what do you want

to do about it?

Well...

Put some men on him,

not those two idiots.

Pick two other idiots.

See what he's up to.

I'll handle it.

I've fed you all. Don't act like

you didn't get any. Shoo, now.

On. (CHUCKLES)

Morning. I didn't

see you standing there.

In the morning sun, your hair

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