Open Range Page #7

When we get there, you better|empty your guns in them.

Or I'll damn well|shoot you myself.

Now, you three skirt|the buildings.

Get into the alleys|on the side.

- Come on.

Hayley!|Come away from there.

Finish these later.

Okay.

I'm not going to my maker|without knowing your given name.

Mine ain't Waite.|It's Postelwaite.

Charles Travis Postelwaite.

What's yours?

Sure ain't Boss.

I mean it, Boss.|I'm asking you straight up.

It's Bluebonnet.

Bluebonnet?

Bluebonnet, yeah.

No middle name?

No, just Bluebonnet Spearman.|And don't you tell no one.

I want to hear you swear|an oath. Now, go on.

I swear it.

All right.|Okay.

Just in case.

Said eight.|Count five.

You should have run when you|had the chance, Spearman.

Not much for running|from cowards.

I see the marshal ain't|with you.

You won't find it so funny

when you're all shot to hell|and dying.

- You the one killed our friend?|- That's right.

I shot the boy, too,|and I enjoyed it.

Hayley!

Back up!

Where's the back door?

- Back door!|- Right this way.

It's locked.

You hit?

I'm good.

You.

You get out of this house!

You pull that trigger, Baxter,

and you can forget about me|patching you up.

You get your bag.|You're with me.

Go on.

Get the hell up, Poole!|On your feet, God damn it!

Yeah!

You're... going out there.

We ain't ourselves yet!

I see they hobbled you.

It's been a while|since I was in a fight.

I panicked. Fell back.|Like to have broke my foot.

Ornery old fool.

Well, or that damn Cuban cigar|got me riled up.

Charley.

You two wait here.

Hold on, there, Charley.|Hold on.

I ain't looking over my shoulder|the rest of my days.

Charley.

You said we was gonna|kill them all.

I aim to do just that.

I meant kill them.|Not murder them.

Splitting hairs,|ain't you, Boss?

Mister, I heard what you said.

I won't come after you.|I promise.

No, I expect you won't.

I ain't gonna let you|do it, Charley.

You do this, you ain't no|different than Poole or Baxter

or that gunhand of his|that murdered Mose.

Him killing Mose|is how this started.

We come for justice,|not vengeance.

Them is two different things.

Not today, they ain't.

Step aside!

Listen to him, son.

You done what you had to here|because they give you no choice.

Don't go making this|into something bad.

This ain't the way, pard.

Mister, thank you.

Thank you.

Didn't do it for you, boy.

Just make peace|with your bad deeds.

Sue!

Get in here!

Oh, my God.

Get out of the way.

Button!

- Put it down.|- Let the lady be!

We got your boy, Spearman!

You better drop them guns|and come walking down the street

or I shoot him.

You've got ten seconds!

We ain't giving up our guns.

He's gonna kill Button anyway.

One!

The only chance for him or us|when we walk up is these guns.

Two!

Three!

Sue!

Stop!

Stop it!|Stop it right now!

Four!

Sue.

You're a disgrace,|Marshal Poole.

You always have been.

I know it.|That's just the way it is.

Five!

Six!

Have a nice rest,|did you, Marshal?

You'll be having a long one|yourself in a minute.

Been enough killing for you?

Be enough when you're|both dead and buried.

Let the woman and boy go.|They ain't a part of this.

If you want considerations,

you drop them guns|on the ground.

Let her take him to the doc's.

The doc's in jail,|and he ain't leaving

unless your guns|are in the dirt.

I'll crush any man|who stands with them!

When I finish that,

I'll torch your homes and drive|your wives and children

out into the cold prairie.

So you women, you better|take hold of your men.

If you don't, you'll be raising|orphans by winter.

Mack Langly!

It doesn't matter|whether you run or stay!

You and your boys|are already dead!

Mack Langly is our friend!

I didn't come all the way|from Ireland

to see my land pissed on|by free grazers.

Now, I want them guns|in the dirt.

Him first.

The gunhand.

Looks like you're losing|your army, Marshal.

Get down!

It went through?

Yeah.

Is he hit, Sue?

- Sue, is he hit?|- No! No!

But he's bleeding bad again!

God damn it.|Can you stop it?

I'm trying.

I'm gonna kill you, Baxter!

Well, come on, if you're coming!

Can you cover me?

Might be best to wait him out.|Probably bleed to death.

I ain't waiting.

Button needs that doctor|right now.

Well, you know,|that door's locked.

Well, it won't be|when the scatter-gun hits it.

I'm waiting for you, Spearman!

I'm coming for you,|you son of a b*tch.

Okay, Charley?

Yeah.

You ready?

Yeah.

I'm dying.

And for what?|More cows?

Killed a good man.

And maybe that boy|out there out yonder.

You get no sympathy|for your death.

Get!

You're... nothing.

Yeah? Maybe so.

But I'll still be breathing|in another minute.

Well, kill me, then.

No.

I ain't wasting a good bullet|to ease your pain,

you son of a b*tch.

Your man's in the saloon.

Ordered everybody out.

Asked to see your sister|iffen she's willing.

He'd like to speak with you,|Miss Barlow,

iffen you ain't offended|by entering a saloon.

Sue.

Doc.

Bring him on up.

Put him in there.|We'll make room.

Baxter got any kin?

Daughter is all he has left.

It'd be right if somebody|explained things to her.

There never was|any love lost between 'em.

Even so, she's his daughter.

And kin is funny|about such things.

Come on.|Come on.

I didn't mean for you|to have to...

walk into this place|in front of those people.

I don't care what anyone|out there thinks, Charley.

You don't have to|stand up for me.

Well, just the same,

I wanted to tell you that I'll|be leaving in a day or two.

I'd like you to stay.

I think others would, too.

I can't say I haven't|thought about it.

Truth is, there wouldn't be|a corner here

that don't have|a bad memory for me.

I've been holding my love|a long time, Charley.

I know you feel something|for me, too.

I do.

But I ain't no more|than those who come to kill us.

You seen that yourself.

Maybe you've done|some bad things.

Maybe worse than bad.

But what happened here today|wasn't one of 'em.

And those killings,|they don't give you pause?

I'm not afraid of you, Charley.

It brought me luck.

Just like you said.

It's yours now.

You keep it.

I don't have the answers,|Charley.

But I know that people|get confused in this life

about what they want|and what they've done

and what they think they|should have because of it.

Everything they think they are|or did takes hold so hard

that it won't let them see|what they can be.

I've got a big idea|about us, Charley.

And I'm not gonna wait forever.

But I am gonna wait.

And when you're far away,|I want you to think about that.

And... come back to me.

I'm in love with you, Sue.

Been that way since|I first laid eyes on you.

Just took me a while|to see things clear.

I know I'm not the kind of man

you expected to walk up|your front walk.

If I was your brother,|I wouldn't choose me for you.

Charley...

Do you know how old I am?

Don't care how old you are.

I'm not a girl anymore.

You're the handsomest woman|I ever saw.

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