The Burrowers Page #2

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if he's talked yet?

Naw, that ain't

even the point.

They stopped asking questions

a half-hour back.

What is that?

- Hmm?

- What the hell is that?

It's a tobacco pouch.

It's ugly as sh*t.

Yeah, come off an Injun...

...a big buck by the name of.

Sack-o-Tabacky.

Jesus Christ.

What is it?

Sh*t, son.

It's a scrotum, Dobie.

I can't say

I like Henry Victor.

There's a sack

of horseshit.

Christ.

I came close to joining

the army after New York.

Impossible to get work here.

No one will hire the Irish.

...on account of us being

a bunch of thieves and beggars.

Sounds familiar.

You come to this

country alone?

I had a sister, died of consumption

on the boat.

They put her

in the water.

They wanted to put everything

in the water to save us the infection...

...but I managed

to hold on to a...

what do you call that?

- Broach.

It used to belong to Mother.

I gave it to Maryanne Stewart.

He's given up for the night.

Praise God.

Sh*t.

Hope this

gets me fired.

Come on here.

Eat, all right?

Go on, eat it.

Come on.

My daddy was one of the men

behind the rifles.

...that held off the Sioux

in the battle for New Ulm.

You know the story

of New Ulm, boy?

Yes, sir.

My father died there.

Well, I hope you know

your daddy died noble.

I will raise a drink

to your daddy.

...and every man

at this fire...

...for we will make certain

that we never see.

...anything like that happen

in this country again.

I'll drink to it.

Any reason's

a good one.

Who fed my Indian?

Hmm?

We don't find

those settlers.

...until he talks.

And he don't eat.

...until he talks!

Now who fed

my goddamned Indian?

Walnut!

You goddamn...!

Walnut!

Where are you?

- Somebody find that...

- I fed him.

Why, you ignorant son of a b*tch.

Henry.

You raise that gun.

...and the four of you will

be on ropes within an hour.

Christ, Henry...

...he was just gonna

shoot you a little bit.

And if Coffey fed him the same

sh*t your cook fed us...

...he ain't no happier

than he was before he ate.

Give it a rest.

Yeah.

This is my command...

...mine.

And I will not have

my authority undermined.

Apologize to the man

for undermining his authority.

I'm sorry for undermining

your authority.

Mm-hmm.

Bugle taps.

We're bedding down.

I want three men guard

until dawn.

I want guns on the night.

Anyone tries to sneak back

into this camp...

...anything moves...

...kill it.

Who's there?

Hey.

Are you all right?

Come on, Samuel, get up.

Hey.

Jesus Christ, Samuel,

you drunken sh*t.

What have you got for me here?

Give me my...

Who's there?

Wake up, Samuel.

Wake up, Samuel, for God's sake.

Bullshit. Bullshit.

Bullshit.

Somebody saw those

yellow-belly shitheels deserting.

I will not goddamn believe.

...that four men left this camp.

...and no one even

goddamn stirred.

What happened?

'Morning, sweetheart.

Henry Victor lost.

...some of his boys last night.

Yeah?

Where?

That's the question.

What's he got to say now?

We already know that don't work.

What was that?

He says he likes

white men.

He says about another

tribe... Miners.

He didn't say "miners. "

Men mine.

He used the word

for an animal's dig...

"burrow" maybe.

Let my buck do his job, Will.

God damn it, Henry.

Hey, don't touch my Indian.

John. John.

John. John.

Don't you ever

touch my Indian.

I've had enough

of that man screaming.

Eh, he's sh*t-all

for information anyway.

We'll get our answers

at the reservation.

This ain't the Sioux,

Henry.

He just said

"Burrowers. "

We need to face

the enemy before us.

Do you understand?

We're going

to the reservation.

Mr. Parcher.

Oh.

What do you think, cowboy?

I don't know.

There's another right there...

...maybe a third yonder.

Shitfire.

Henry Victor would rather

pull toes off the Sioux

...than follow the trail

before us.

Sorry, sir?

I think we're about set

to quit our military escort.

I ain't rode this hard

since we gone to the town.

Dobie.

What do you think, cowboy?

It's all right.

I gotta go to the Jacks.

You've been doing

real good, Dobie.

You ought to sleep.

We'll be up before dawn.

We only got a few days...

You ever heard of a tribe

called the Burrowers?

We'll stand

two-hour shifts.

Yeah.

Jesus. What?

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

It's me. It's Callaghan,

Henry Victor's cook.

Shitfire, Walnut.

Are you trying

to get shot?

I can't rightly

account for the others.

I didn't even know

they was missing till just now.

Well, if you're riding with us,

you're working for us.

It's nasty work in

an unfriendly country.

You follow along,

do as you're told, you hear?

Well, can I ask which

one of y'all is boss?

We're partners.

Listen to Parcher.

Do what Clay says.

I'll be dogged.

The mick's been

paying attention.

Welcome to the outfit,

Walnut.

This don't make sense.

Don't touch anything.

Who takes men and horses.

...and leaves

the valuables to rot?

This is something

we ain't seen before.

We stay on the trail, huh?

Which direction are we going?

You'll go whatever direction

we tell you to, I guess.

What about the wagon?

The man said

don't touch it.

Damn.

Sh*t.

Agh!

Hey, what's wrong

with you?

What in the hell?

Jesus God.

She's breathing.

She's not one of the Stewarts.

Who is she?

That's just like

a Williams woman.

She should have

bled out more too.

Still moist.

Any other marks on her?

You got eyes.

There's something scratching.

She's been drug a spell.

- What else?

- What else do you want, John?

Did the Indians

rape her?

How the hell am I

supposed to know?

There's something

scratching inside her.

What are you talking about?

I hear it too.

It's in her shoe.

Take it off.

Why would they bury her alive?

I don't know.

It's a miracle she ain't dead.

What about the crucifix

stuck on her?

What if they buried

Maryanne?

We'll find her.

Here, it's yours.

What do I do with it?

Hellfire, I don't know.

Find comfort in your Maker.

It's your watch.

Now once you get

to Fort Lincoln...

...you stay with her.

We'll pick you up on our way back.

I can catch up with you guys

in about a day or two.

We won't have more than

a day or two.

...before those missing

are corpses or worse.

Don't ride it now unless you want

to break old Spear's leg.

- I know it, sir.

- You'll be fine.

I wouldn't trust any other

man in the outfit to do the job.

Enough.

Let's go.

- I don't like this quiet.

- Hold your peace.

Yonder.

He looks Sioux.

Sh*t, they got us flanked.

Come on.

God damn it, that was a greeting.

Whoa.

- We got trouble?

- I expect.

I'm shot.

Jesus Christ Almighty,

Walnut's horse kicked you.

And you deserve worse.

If you so much as touch

that gun without my say-so...

I will holster it

in your ass.

- You understand?

- Oh, yeah.

Let's keep at it.

Well, don't think of it.

...as being forward

or nothing.

Well, that's civilized.

Well, good night.

Jesus.

You're still awake.

You're trying to...

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