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glows, looks kinda like a halo.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I'm no angel,

that's for sure.

That ain't the word around town.

(CHUCKLES)

Listen, I found some things

in Thomas' journal.

It might prove

the Mayor's up to no good.

What did you find?

This map.

Points to a cache

that the journal says

is full of stolen

weapons and money.

I don't know

how to read this.

I don't recognize

any of the terrain.

When Tom and I were kids,

we used to play Indian scout.

We'd draw these maps

to help settlers get out west.

We drew them in code so that

if they were ever stolen,

bad guys wouldn't know

how to use 'em.

See, the symbol

for north...

That's a pond,

these are trees.

Point is, I can use that map to

find the Mayor's supply cache.

I'll go with you.

No. There's no tellin'

what I'll find up there.

If something happens to me,

I need you to find

Captain Lewis,

and give him

that translated map.

His base is just outside of town.

Only Captain Lewis.

I know where this is. It's

an old, abandoned mine.

I can take you there.

No, I need you here.

Okay. (SIGHS)

Only Captain Lewis, now.

(METAL CLANGING)

(C*CKS GUN)

(GATE CREAKING)

MAN 1:
Someone shot out the lock.

MAN 2:
Let's check it out.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(C*CKS GUN)

Well, can you read?

Yes, sir.

Then read it to me.

"Mayor Pierce,

"Our armory

at Sawtooth is heavy

"and we have

recruited over 400 men

"thus far, ready to do

what is necessary.

"In addition, we have recruited 200

soldiers from Virginia and Kentucky

"ready to come and fight

for your territory.

"Please confirm that you have

prepared ample accommodations.

"Sincerely,

Mayor J.W. Cooter."

Damn, son.

You read good.

And you are the bearer

of glad tidings.

I want you to bring Mayor

Cooter a message from me.

I want you to say to him...

You say,

"J.W., thank you

for this inspiring..."

Yeah, that's all right. Don't knock.

Just walk right in.

You got something to say?

Yeah.

Son, step outside.

Close the door.

Yeah, yeah. Just...

Just have a seat.

The boys saw the preacher's

brother ride out of town today.

Word is,

he was heading north.

Out of town,

as in, for good?

It's hard to say.

Did they follow him?

Nope. Don't know

where he went.

I would call that completely

useless information, wouldn't you?

By the time they got word to

me, the Marshal was long gone.

I thought it'd be best for them to

sit tight, wait for his return.

That's what

you thought?

Reb, I want you

to listen to me.

You see...

(EXHALES)

You're not educated.

You're not

an intelligent man.

In fact, you're stupid.

You are a stupid man.

You are a hired thug

who shoots people.

You cannot offer me

anything I cannot buy

100 times over.

You understand?

I hear you.

Therefore,

I do not want to know

what you think

about anything, ever.

I pay you

to do what I think.

And right know,

I think you're forgetting

who's running the show.

You see,

this ain't your town, son.

This town belongs to me.

I'm the Mayor.

And that's just the start.

So don't you dare presume

to bite the hand

that feeds you,

lest you find yourself

dying of starvation.

Savvy?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Sorry.

Won't happen again.

(LAUGHING)

Let's say that that Marshal

does come back, huh'?

I want you to have

a chat with him.

I want you

to persuade him that

it's time for him to

leave this town forever.

Yeah, what if he

won't be persuaded?

Well, then he's gonna

have an accident.

Now, let's not forget,

he is a U.S. Marshal.

I don't want

an investigation.

So, when I say accident, Reb,

I mean, accident.

That's all.

Hey, Reb.

Ask that bright, young fellow

to step back in here, will you?

I'm so glad

you're safe.

Well, I found it.

It's all true.

There is enough guns and TN over there to start a war.

Do you think

the Captain will help us?

Let's hope so.

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION)

Someone found it, boss.

You're going to give me

a goddamn headache.

One of you imbeciles spit out

what you's trying to spit.

You go.

Someone found

the mine, boss.

Three of ours

got taken out.

Enough's enough.

CAPTAIN LEWIS:
Get that horse some water.

MAN:
Yes, sir.

What brings you

out here, McCord?

I followed a map

my brother drew.

Leads to an abandoned mine

full of rifles, powder kegs,

and stolen gold.

He's planning

something big, Captain.

How many rifles?

Fifty, maybe 60 crates.

Do you know why the Army sent

me here, to this hell hole?

This area is not entirely

under the jurisdiction of the

United States government,

and there are concerns

in Washington.

We have information

that there are

rogue elements

from the Confederacy

that's not willing

to accept Mr. Lincoln

and his Emancipation

Proclamation.

Well, that would explain

the influx

of ex-Confederates

in the area.

Precisely.

For these men,

the war isn't over.

We'll investigate

the mine.

And we'll commandeer anything we

feel is connected to this uprising.

But I cannot point

blame at Mayor Pierce

unless you have proof of his

connection to this alleged arsenal.

Hey, McCord.

(SIGHS)

What do you want?

I got some information

about your brother.

Don't waste my time, Ginny.

Oh. You know me

now, do you?

You're Reb's whore.

What information?

Not out here in the open.

They might see us.

Over here.

(SIGHS) I don't have

all night.

I just need a few minutes.

Ginny...

Do you have information

for me or not?

Here it comes now.

Sorry, James.

I would love to shoot you in

your goddamn face right now,

but the boss says to

give you one more chance

to go back to wherever you came

from and forget about this place.

That's not gonna happen.

But I was hoping

you'd say that.

Cover him, boys.

(GROANING)

You're gonna

leave this town.

On a horse or in a maple box,

it makes no nevermind to me.

Pick him up.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

REB:
How's that?

You getting the message

yet, Marshal?

(JAMES COUGHING)

What's up there, Yankee?

Can't hear you. Spit it out.

What you saying?

You smell like

horse sh*t. (CHUCKLING)

(JAMES GROANING)

REB:
All right.

That's enough.

Tough son of a b*tch.

Let's go, boys.

(JAMES COUGHING)

(GROANING)

Come on, boy.

Take me home.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Hey, there, Marshal.

You're safe now.

Relax, you need your rest.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

REB:
Yeah, I'm sure he was

breathing when we left him.

Well, let's hope

it inspires his departure.

He'll be down a spell.

Give us some time

to focus on business.

No, no.

Let's let the dust settle for a day

or so, give the townsfolk time

to digest and reflect on what

happens to heroes in my town.

I'm going to bed.

Shut the door

on your way out.

Thank you.

Of course.

I don't want you

to end up like Thomas.

Thomas and I were

always very different.

As a U.S. Marshal, all I knew

was death, thieves, killers.

Then the war broke out.

In a land torn apart by

hatred, he preached love.

While men were getting beaten and

hanged, he preached forgiveness.

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