The Burrowers Page #3

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I'm so sorry, I...

What did they do to you?

You think that Sioux back

there was Burrower tribe?

There's more flavors of Sioux

than I can count.

How come we never

heard of them before?

I can't say.

I expect they'll introduce

themselves shortly.

The mick ain't made us the most

popular white men in Dakota.

You know, I have a notion

to let him go when we get home.

Amen to that.

I'll stay out till we

find the Stewarts.

They might not be so far off.

If that Indian you shot at

wanted to talk...

...he wanted to trade.

The only thing he'd have.

...that we might want...

white people.

They don't trade in whites.

And if this is revenge

rather than rescue...

We got no reason

to think she's dead.

We can still find her.

He's right.

We don't quit. We don't sleep.

We don't...

Jesus, Clay.

Come on.

- My leg.

- Stop pulling.

Get over here.

Don't waste your bullets.

...unless you're

close enough to kill.

How long are we gonna lay here?

They could be waiting in ambush.

The horse is starting to smell.

Hey, that's poison oak,

ain't it?

Looks it.

I'll tell you what...

...put your gloves on.

...and pile up as much of

this stuff as you can.

while we wait for dawn.

They used to make us

burn this sh*t in Georgia.

Yeah?

I knew a man that got caught.

...downwind of the smoke.

Venting his lungs for two days.

You boys about set?

He drowned in his own blood.

All set.

All right, get to burning.

Let's go.

It just don't seem right.

It gets us back on the trail.

I thought you ain't

had any religion.

So we know where he's buried.

Leave it off.

If them Indians know

a white man's buried here...

...they're liable.

...to dig him up

and tear out his eyes...

...make him blind

in the spirit world.

This mean we're heading back?

No.

Shitfire.

John Clay'd piss on us

from heaven.

...if we turned back now.

How do you think he does that...

...sleeps on his horse?

I wish I knew so I could do it.

Haven't closed my eyes

since yesterday morning.

I wish I had my hat.

Hard to fathom.

John Clay being dead.

I've known that man

since we were little boys.

You ever get

anyone back...

...women.

...from the Indians?

Not personally.

Not alive.

I...

I met a woman who...

who come back once,

but she weren't never the same.

But she lived.

I'll take the first watch.

No, you sleep.

I'Il...

I'll keep a lookout.

Callaghan.

Parcher.

Coffey, I can't find Parcher.

Why's the fire so high?

I woke up in the heat of it.

He was already gone.

Something's up.

He's using us.

Indians see the fire, attack us...

Parcher sees the Indians.

Son of a b*tch.

This fire will die down.

Do you hear that?

It's almost like...

My neck.

Do we have any bandages?

It ain't bleeding.

I can't even feel it.

Jesus.

Now I can't feel my hand.

What did that Indian do to me?

Those weren't Indians.

Here, clean it out.

What right did you have

to stake us out there like bait?

It ain't about rights.

And I'm the one

who's goddamn cut.

I can't feel my face.

They're all around us.

I think they're waiting for us

to go back to sleep.

Fat goddamn chance today.

Coffey, would you.

...hand that cross over?

If I don't make it back...

...you give that

to Miss Gertrude Spacks for me.

Or you give it to Dobie.

...and tell him

it's for his mother.

I'll do it

if it comes to that.

I appreciate it.

We've got a fire.

Careful, we don't know

if these are friendlies.

Yeah, well,

as long as they're human.

What did she say?

Told us to set a spell.

Her name is Faith.

She's talking

about the Burrowers.

Said they killed

her family.

- As her what a Burrower is.

- And where do we find 'em?

They... They use

some kind of poison.

...and bury their victims

alive.

They eat soft parts.

Soft parts?

What's that mean?

I like my soft parts.

Sh*t.

Ute Indians know

how to kill them.

Does she know how

to stop the poison?

- Ute might know.

- What about the Stewarts?

What about them?

We can't stop searching

so you can find your cure.

We find the Utes;

...they lead us

to the Burrower tribe;

we kill the Burrowers;

you get your girl;

...you build a cabin on

the prairie and you play American.

Faith coming with us?

That, or I'm

killing her.

Coffey, see that bruise

on Parcher's neck?

His face and hands too.

The man's falling apart.

I'm starting to think.

I mightn't be so eager

to risk my hide.

...for that crazy shitbird's

Indian cure.

I'm risking nothing

for him.

You still think you're

gonna find your girl, huh...

Maryanne Stewart?

What if she looks

like him?

I may need the Indian cure

just as bad.

Hey...

what's the ruckus back here?

Just talking.

I thought I might have

heard my name.

Don't tell me you boys

are tired already.

This is Ute territory.

What did she say?

Not a thing.

Let's go.

We're here.

What?

There's no here here.

We're dead center goddamn nowhere.

Utes will come.

We just gotta wait.

Get me off this horse.

My ass feels like soggy bread.

Come on.

Come on down.

Christ, come on.

Are your eyes open, bud?

You hear me calling?

Oy!

I'm awake.

Good.

You stay that way.

You think that boy and his

squaw are gonna try and leave us?

Did you hear

what I was saying?

L... I'd sure hate

to have to shoot somebody.

who was trying

to abandon me out here.

What?

What?

Take that one out!

- Did you see those things?

- You shot my goddamn leg!

I saved your ungrateful ass

from that...

Parcher, you stupid...!

Jesus God in Heaven...

...that was no Indian.

Put wood on the fire, she says.

- What's she saying?

- Nonsense. The squaw is hysterical.

- Use your hands. Sign.

- Oh, great Christ.

- She wants us to go.

- No, we're staying right here.

Don't listen to that

red-skinned b*tch.

She knows more than you do.

Can you ride?

Yeah yeah, if I can

get up on my horse.

We're staying right goddamn here.

Come on...

Coffey...

Don't.

God damn you to hell, Coffey.

God damn you.

You boys better

hope to God I die.

Coffey...

we gotta do something

about my leg.

Here here here.

Come on, come on.

Agh!

- No English.

- Shoot 'em.

I'm empty.

Drop me

and get your rifle.

Praise God.

He sent us some Utes.

Yeah, um...

Je parle Franais, kind of.

...Burrowers.

Drop me and get your rifle.

He says he can fix you.

Something about little fish.

He keeps talking about little fish.

Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty,

he's...

...he's talking about bait.

No. No.

No. Jesus Christ Almighty,

he's talking about bait.

- Drop me!

- Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Shoot him!

Pick up your goddamn rifle

and shoot this son of a b*tch!

Don't let them take me!

You're killing me,

you son of a b*tch!

Are they gone?

I don't know.

You ain't thinking

of going after them, are you?

The Ute?

Oh, God.

Coffey?

She's dead.

Let's go home.

I gotta go

after Parcher.

The hell you do.

The man was dead.

...before them Indians

ever got here.

It's not for him.

We don't know how to stop

the Burrowers' poison.

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