The Hunting Party

Brandt!

Stop!

Brandt?

Get dressed.

- Brandt, why do we have...

- Get dressed!

Frank Calder!

Sheriff Ben C. Johnson,

Ruger County!

We hung four

of your kind last spring!

Don't come into town,

and don't stop no place in the county!

Nowhere in Ruger County!

Matt!

Brandt. Whoa!

You son of a gun!

- You made it!

- Yeah!

Why, I rode all night.

- Good to see you!

- I couldn't get away any sooner!

- Sam! Buford!

- You son of a gun!

I knew you'd make it!

I decided to do it the hard way.

Straight through.

I wouldn't miss this for anything!

- Let's get started!

- Melissa!

I knew it'd take

a hunting trip to get you here.

Come on, boys.

Move 'em on. Move 'em on.

Move 'em on.

Put that

in the forward sleeper.

Melissa, let the men say goodbye!

We're ready to go!

Thank you for a wonderful stay,

Mrs. Ruger.

- Always welcome.

- And the hospitality.

Nobody keeps a better house.

Emma and I would like you and Brandt

to join us in Paris in the fall.

I'd love to. Talk to Brandt.

Get Mr. Gunn's rig

on up the stable.

All right, Matt.

Let's get on board.

Brandt, if Melissa's

gonna be too lonesome,

I'd be happy to stay behind.

Yeah, I bet you would.

Can't pry her away from you

no matter what I do.

Back in two weeks?

- Yeah.

- Brandt, can't we talk...

Tell Jed when he gets back to keep

that bull away from them longhorns.

Tell Jed to keep his eye

on that grass in the new section.

Go on in, Edward.

Jimmy, you let him by!

Morning!

Morning, Mary!

Go on in, Edward.

They won't bother you.

Good thing you like children.

I don't know how...

Boys, stop!

Edward, Jimmy, get in!

I don't know how I'd manage

if you didn't help me, Melissa.

Glad to do it!

Girls, come on! Get in to school.

A-B-C-D-E-F-G

H-l-J-K-L-M-N-O-P

Q-R-S and T-U-V

W and X-Y-Z

Now you've heard my A-B-C's

Tell me what you think of me

No!

Come on!

Now, wait a minute!

Don't be that way, honey!

There!

Now, don't fall out!

We just gettin' started!

There, you sweet little thing!

I ain't gonna hurt you!

But I sure would like to try!

You're a cute little thing, ain't you?

You need breathing room in there!

Hog! Now, you save me seconds

on that, goddamn you!

No!

You ain't goin' nowhere,

are you, now, honey?

All right with me!

I love ya. Can't you see that?

Now, if you just help by gettin'

your ass down on that flour sack!

Hog, lemme see!

Lemme see!

Goddamn stuff!

I love you, baby!

And I'm gonna get me some of that!

Get in there, Hog!

Get in there!

You rotten bastard!

Just 'cause you got me

and Jim Loring outta that...

You son of a b*tch!

Come on! Let's go!

We're gonna go up

across cattle country.

We'll be on the trail

about six weeks.

Don't you touch me!

Ain't nobody

gonna hurt you, little lady.

You just get outta that wagon.

I'm not gonna go any further!

You can't!

- There, you...

- You shut up!

Now, you just get

outta that wagon!

You get a hold of things.

I promise you...

Ain't anybody gonna hurt you.

Just as long

as you do as you're told.

Fella I knew

give it to me once.

You're gonna teach me to read.

That's what you're here for.

I'm just a country boy.

I'll stick to eggs.

Where'd you get quail

this time of year?

Harvey Pullman build this car

for you, Brandt?

George Vanderbilt's got a car on

the New York Central, cost him $50,000!

Got something

to show you, boys.

The Sharps Borchardt.

.54 caliber.

Finest rifle ever made.

Isn't that the gun

at Creedmoor International?

- In '77.

- That's right. And won it, too.

- Yeah.

- Is that some kind of telescope?

That is a telescope.

First time on a rifle.

Fires a center-fire cartridge

with the new Dupont gunpowder.

Accurate up to 800 yards.

Let me see that, Brandt.

Oh, come on, Brandt.

No gun has that range.

It's a fact.

I can prove it.

I gotta see that kind of range

before I believe it.

What'd it cost?

$700 apiece.

It's a present for you boys.

There's one for each of you.

I thought it would add

a little something to the hunt.

Damn! That's the way

to run a hunting party!

Frank!

I think the girl wants to come over

and eat with us boys.

You heard

of the Loring bunch, ma'am.

Me and Hog figured

she wants to sit with us.

Have a little talk...

get to know each other.

Maybe later,

after supper, well...

She's fine right here, Jim.

Well, let's find that out.

Gimme that plate of food.

I'll carry it over to her.

Come on, lady!

You're gonna like

having supper with us.

Right in the back, Loring.

Think you got brains enough

to boss a range war?

The Macon County people

hired Frank, not you.

You'd still be rottin' in the Nogales jail

if it wasn't for him.

You dumb bastards.

You kill each other...

...then nobody's

gonna get any money.

'Cause any other chances we got...

...damn near all run out.

For everybody.

'Cause if we

don't make it this time...

...we ain't never gonna make it.

How's your jaw, Hog?

Oh, it's all right.

Hell, I like being kicked.

Oh, where shall I go?

What can I do?

No one to tell me

what course to pursue

weary and footsore

and hungry and weak

Get undressed.

You like?

Chinese girl very good.

Very special.

I show you good time.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you're gonna show me

a good time, all right.

Yes, you're gonna show me

the best damn time I ever had.

Mr. Ruger...

No!

Please, Mr. Ruger!

You better get some sleep.

I'm not going to stay here.

And you ought to realize

there's no way you can keep me.

I am getting out of here

one way or another.

You go right ahead, lady.

Oh, God damn it, Frank.

Ain't we wore out enough without you

playing games with that woman?

We ride all day,

that saddle burning my ass...

You wanna bed down

with Crimp or me?

Bounty hunters shootin' at us

from every direction,

vigilantes, posses.

I don't know. Son of a b*tch.

I don't know what it's all comin' to.

I never had a job

like this in my...

You ain't too bad.

For a schoolteacher.

If you think you're going to get

a lot of money for me, you're wrong.

They'll be coming

after us, you know.

A lot of men.

Why? They short of

teachers back there?

I am not a teacher.

I am Brandt Ruger's wife.

I am!

I am Brandt Ruger's wife!

It don't matter

whose wife you are.

There ain't nothin'

he can do about it.

Why do you want

to learn to read?

'Cause I can't.

Who the goddamn hell

would stop a train

in the middle of the goddamn night?

Brandt?

Mr. Ruger,

your wife's been kidnapped.

Sheriff says Frank Calder took her

and they're headed north.

Ever kill a man, Matt?

No! Not actually.

This'll do it.

Seven... eight hundred yards.

Winchester's good for 350 yards.

Jesus Christ Himself

couldn't get any more range out of it.

This is 800.

What exactly

are you getting at, Brandt?

A little hunting trip.

If you mean

help the posse, Brandt...

I mean, we're all gonna help.

He's not thinking

about helping anybody.

Hang back and pick 'em off,

like trailing bear.

- That's right.

- That Calder bunch?

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