The Hunting Party Page #2

Why, they're hired gunfighters.

More than 20 of 'em.

Jim Loring, the Thompson brothers,

Hog Warren, Doc Harrison...

You mean to say

that we go up against them?

Up close, no.

But from a distance.

Come on, honey.

You're gonna get it!

Come on!

It's gonna be all right, Brandt.

There'll be...

some kind of ransom.

A note. Something.

You pay it,

and Melissa'll be back with you,

and it'll be all over.

How old a man is Calder?

Is he a big man?

About average, I guess.

Melissa is gonna be all right.

You've gotta believe that.

Oh, sure.

Maybe he'll give her a kid,

and I'll have an outlaw bastard

running 'round the house.

Jesus Christ, Brandt.

Out of respect for Melissa!

What the hell do you think he's gonna

do with her... sing church hymns?

I guess I know

how you feel, but...

He's gonna pass her 'round.

After he's through with that,

maybe 15 or 20 of 'em.

He'll accept 40 or $50,000

of my money. Thank you very much.

Now, hold on!

My Virginia-educated, butter-wouldn't-

melt in-her-mouth wife used like a whore!

Then I have to take her back

pregnant with a bastard!

And pay him $50,000

of my goddamn money?!

I'll kill every dirty,

living, bastard of them.

Mornin'.

Baldy made some flapjacks.

You want some?

- Where's...

- Frank?

He's fixin' a boil

on Joe Butler's horse.

Did you sleep all right?

Well, at least you ain't

so scared anymore, right?

You know, me and Frank...

we been together five or six years.

He ain't what other people see

on the outside.

They call me Doc.

Go on.

Hot coffee'll do ya good.

Sure is good sorghum.

You ready?

You can start.

Might as well start.

If you're lookin' for me

to say I'm sorry...

...about last night...

I can't.

'Cause I'm not.

Injun gets his eyes

on a woman...

he either buys her...

or he takes her.

You got took.

Now, you sit there.

Frank, there she goes!

Go get her, Frank!

You caught yourself

a mountain lion, boy!

You're not goin' anywhere

till you teach me to read.

Who do you think you are...

the Lord of Creation?

Grabbin' anybody you want,

doin' anything you want?

You're nothing but an animal!

You don't eat

until you teach me.

All right, I don't eat.

See what that gets you!

Come on, guys!

Let's go, God damn it!

Let's go!

You hungry?

Sure is good beans.

Well, you might as well start, huh?

Hey, Matt,

look over there.

Gotta be a couple of days

ahead of us.

We gonna bed down for the night?

Be dark before long.

Well, whatever Brandt says.

We're not there yet!

Come on. Come on!

I've been...

I've been saving these.

For...

...somethin' special.

Well, now then.

If we can just...

...get a little...

...get a little top off of this...

Hey, Doc...

you like peaches?

Oh... yeah!

Oh, boy.

You like peaches?

Do you know any

of the alphabet, at least?

No!

"C."

That's a "C."

"A, B, C."

"A"...and "B"...

...and that one there's a "C"?

You teach her anything

last night, Frank?

In the bushes?

"A"...and "B"...

and that's "C."

Shouldn't you wait till he's...

Doc, get 'em over there

in the canyon.

Loring, Hog!

Get out of here, fast!

Mooney, down on the right!

Collins! Ted!

Come and get Stringer!

Hey... Jesus Christ!

I think that's Calder!

He's all yours, Brandt.

Hey, there go the rest of them.

The ridge?

Ain't no son of a b*tch

shoot from that far.

Go! Go! Go!

This one's still alive.

By God, you dropped

two of 'em, Brandt.

You should've got Calder, though.

Not like...

killing an animal.

Is it?

Who the hell

do you suppose they are?

You think it'd be Joe Taylor?

No gun shoots that far.

That old boy followed me damn near

two years. Kept poppin' up.

No gun shoots that far.

You think it's

that sheriff from Nogales?

It's sure as hell somebody.

Pinkertons, law...

Hank's dead.

I'll go put him in the shade.

Frank!

What do ya think?

Well, he won't be fooled.

That's for sure.

Who the hell could it be?

One son of a b*tch?

Oh! It feels good.

Frank!

"B" has got two bellies.

And a bar.

And "C,"

it's not all the way round.

Frank.

He's still out there.

Owney's watching him.

Yeah, all right, Doc.

Now the "D."

That's a belly...

and a bar.

Here's the "E."

Yeah, that's a lot

like an Indian sign.

"F" like in Frank.

Hell. I'll soon be able

to write my name.

"F"...

...for Frank.

"F"...

"R"...

"A"...

"N"...

"K."

Frank.

Melissa.

We gotta go.

Frank! Water up ahead!

You watch him, Owney.

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Run!

Get out of the way!

Get out of here!

Get out!

Get out!

Get the hell out of here!

Owney, get out of here!

Get out of the water!

Let's get out of here!

Get out of the water!

Let's go!

Sh*t, Doc!

Get him on his horse!

Move, Doc!

- Get out of here!

- Move!

Get out of the way! Move!

Damn, Doc!

That cracker neck laid one in you!

Hold on.

Crimp! Gimme some water!

Hold on there, Doc.

Come on,

let's get Doc in the wagon.

Come on, then.

Out of the way!

Come on, Ray.

Come on.

- Frank?

- Get up!

- Am I gonna die?

- No, you're not.

Doc.

Some water.

Son of a b*tch.

God damn it.

Well, whoever the hell

it is back there...

...we gotta keep out

ahead of 'em.

We gotta keep movin'.

Must be...

a posse or somethin'.

We don't have any other choice.

- Hey!

- No, Frank!

That's Brandt!

I'm Brandt Ruger's wife!

No!

I don't belong here!

He'll kill you!

No! He'll kill you!

It's him!

Is that who she is?

Calder, is that who she is?

Well, is it?

Men gettin' killed

on account of you takin' a woman?

Mooney and all them others...

...gettin' killed for that?!

Let her go, Frank.

Let her go.

You get rid of her

or I will!

What the hell are we waitin'

here for, you sons of b*tches?

Let's get movin'!

Jesus Christ, Brandt!

Stop it!

Why?

What's wrong?

They're not game we bagged.

They're seven men.

Human beings!

I judge it about half a mile.

They're right out in the open.

Let's move up

and pick off a few more.

No...

No.

That'd put us out in the open.

We'll just stay out of sight.

Just hit and run.

- Brandt... that man's finished.

- It's a neck shot.

- Hundred dollars says...

- He can't poss...

Luis, get the pack horses!

- Brandt, look!

- Drop his horse!

...see a long-legged sailor

with a long-legged wife?

Did you ever

in your long-legged life...

Come on, Sam.

That's enough.

Well, his family may wanna move him,

but for right now...

Come on. Come on!

That's Watt Nelson!

And he's dead, God damn it!

What do you mean,

"He's dead"?

He owns the biggest bank

in New Orleans, half of Louisiana...

He's not

some goddamn hired hand!

You ready?

I told you to do the right thing.

Get some help out here.

You ready, Buford?

Get on your horse, Buford.

Leave him alone.

He's got a family.

For God's sakes...

we both have!

I'm sorry about Melissa.

But that's no reason to run

around this country like crazy people.

It might make more sense,

Brandt, if we just...

You bastards!

- I'll need a skinnier knife.

- Hell, Frank. Leave it in.

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