Purgatory

Now, watch this.

Cavin.

I thought you said that nephew of yours

was gonna be worth a damn.

Wanna see that again?

I'll set him straight.

This ain't no barn social.

You understand?

I spoke up for you, Sonny.

You best do right by me.

All right.

He'll do right.

All right. Let's get it done.

Everybody, grab the ceiling.

Just keep your damn trap shut,

nobody has to get killed.

Good boy.

Open the safe.

I don't know the combination.

- Cavin.

- Damn city boy.

Now, you wanna keep

the other nine fingers?

Open the safe.

Excuse me, ma'am.

You're Dolly Sloan, aren't you?

How would a green kid like you

be knowing something like that?

I know all about you.

Look, I got it in here somewhere.

Dime novels, huh?

Harlot With a Heart, right here.

Well, you take it from one

who's been there, boy.

They don't always get it right.

Even so, I'd be much obliged

if you'd mark my copy.

Company, right!

Coming around!

Maybe some other time. Hey, boys.

Well, what brings you to town today?

There's blue boys out there.

At a walk!

Company, halt!

Company, dismount.

How was your ride?

It was over two days.

How do you ride?

- Hurry up.

- Hurry, let's go.

Quit your squirming!

Cover me!

That's them!

Miss Sloan.

Let's ride. Come on.

Don't let me die.

- Come on!

- Wait for me.

Sonny!

Badger!

Get up! Come on! Come on!

Go! Get up here.

All right, throw those bags on Ginger.

- What went wrong?

- Nothing. Hell, it went real good.

Knox, where's the rest of them?

Butch went down. Waco too.

I didn't see nobody else.

Listen up, we got a hard road ahead of us.

And some of you ain't gonna make it.

I can ride, Blackjack.

You ain't gotta worry none.

Any man who can keep up with me,

I'll see in Chihuahua.

The rest of you, I'll see you in hell.

They're coming.

Let's keep pushing it.

- What about Badger?

- What about him?

He's hurt bad.

He's gonna need to rest.

Well, why don't we make camp

so he can have a nice long nap.

He's your brother.

Think I give a damn? We got a posse

of men behind us on fresh horses...

...just itching to hang us all.

- I'm all right, kid.

Time's a-wasting, Blackjack.

I can keep up!

Let's go.

Badger, give me your reins. Come on.

Hold on to your saddle horn.

I don't see any quit in them.

All right, we'll ride through the night.

Let's pick it up.

Yeah, we're the Blackjack Britton Gang.

Ain't a bunch a quitters here, eh, boys?

Let's go.

- Badger's down!

- Hold it up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I reckon it's over for me now.

Appears so, Badger.

Do me a last kindness, Jack, and end it.

I can't spare the bullet.

Cavin, will you?

- We gotta ride.

- We're just gonna leave him here like this?

What do you suggest, boy?

Well, at least wait until...

Until what? Until that posse rides up?

Hell, you wanna read him a prayer,

go ahead.

So long, Badger.

So long, Blackjack.

Let's go.

We're moving out. Get up.

Don't be a fool. Go with them.

It just ain't right.

Not much in life is.

It sure as hell ain't

like them dime novels...

...you got in your saddlebag, is it?

There's a way out of this

if you act quick.

I ain't never shot nobody before.

Maybe you're worth a damn after all.

I wanna go home.

It's a little too late for that.

Come on, now. Get out.

Come on, you hear me?

Sonny!

- Hurry up! Come on!

- Let's go.

Go! Go!

Son of a b*tch!

Come on!

It's not worth dying for! Blackjack!

Blackjack!

Let's get out now! Come on!

This sure as hell ain't Mexico.

Winds must have got us turned around.

Let's move it.

It must go somewhere.

Anywhere's better than where we been.

All right, we're heading out.

Let's keep a sharp eye.

It looks like we got us

a town up ahead.

So ride in nice and easy.

And be ready for anything.

Oh, my, would you look at that.

I think I'm gonna like this town.

Keep your mind on business.

Here comes the law.

Welcome to Refuge, strangers.

Thank you, sheriff.

You look like you've seen some trouble.

Ain't that a fact.

We're drovers. We was moving a herd

up from Chihuahua...

...when Apaches attacked us.

They stole the herd.

They killed some of us, they wounded

others, then they drove us in here.

We wasn't due to get paid

till we delivered the herd to Sweetwater.

So we're a little short on money too.

Well, that shouldn't be a problem.

You'll find Refuge is a charitable, friendly

little town. You can stable your horses.

Your men can have free drinks

in the saloon. Bed and table in the hotel.

That's mighty neighborly of you,

sheriff. Ain't it, boys?

You can stay as long as it takes to heal

your wounded and get back on your feet.

I'm much obliged.

Can you tell me where the telegraph office

is? I need to contact the owner of the herd.

We're a little off the beaten track here.

There's no telegraph office, no newspapers.

In fact, aside from the occasional strangers,

such as yourselves...

...we don't have much contact

with the outside world.

- That a fact?

- Deputy Glen...

...you show these gents where

they can put up their horses.

Doc Woods will treat your wounded.

Rose, would you show them

to the doc's office, please?

Imagine the rest of you boys

have built up a mighty thirst.

Saloon's right over there.

- All right, boys, let's un-ass these saddles.

- There is just one thing.

- What's that?

- I would appreciate it...

...while you're in Refuge,

that you don't curse.

Except for the saloon, of course.

- Of course. Thank you.

- Did you hear that?

Right this way, gentlemen.

- Come on.

- Let's go get some of that water.

The water's over here.

Well, lads, what will be your pleasure?

Bottle of whiskey.

- This is the whole bottle.

- This one's on me.

Who are these people, anyway?

What are they doing in the middle

of nowhere?

Maybe they's Mennonites.

I heard they had colonies

scattered all over the place.

- Follow me, please.

- Yes, ma'am.

So it's a beautiful little town

you got here.

Yes, it is beautiful.

How long is it that you have lived here?

Five years, one week and two days.

That's amazing how you just know

that, like, exactly to the day.

Well, I know it's silly, but I tend

to keep track of things like that.

It appears I'm back in business.

Hello, Doc.

Step inside, gentlemen.

I recognize that sheriff from somewhere,

just can't place it.

Lucky he didn't place you.

- Yeah, you notice he wasn't packing.

- Neither was the deputy.

I didn't see a gun

in the whole damn town.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

All right, you're next, son.

I think it's just a flesh wound.

I'll tell you what it is.

- Well, you're lucky.

- I don't feel lucky.

You just lost a few inches of baby fat.

What are you looking at?

- Have you ever been in Wichita?

- Why?

- Is that where you're from?

- Yeah, from just outside of there.

My mama's got a little farm.

Why, you been there?

I was there once.

It was long before you were born.

How many men have you killed?

Why would you ask me

a question like that?

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