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He's dead.

Mr. Travis?

Clay Travis.

Mr. Travis.

I may run a brothel...

But I run it in

accordance with the law.

Maybe you're right.

'Bout my information

bein' wrong.

I apologize for

takin' your time sir.

It's quite all right.

Close the door.

Have you seen this girl?

She's got reddish-brown hair.

17 years old.

No, I haven't seen her Sugar.

Why are you singin' that song?

I heard one of the

girls singin' it today.

Can't seem to get

it outta my head.

Was it this girl?

Look at the picture.

Was it her?

Look at the picture

Darlin', she's my daughter.

Have you seen her?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's her.

Where?

Where did you see her?

I don't know.

It's my daughter!

Hands off the girl.

We don't want no

trouble here Son.

Time for you to

go outside buddy.

Jesus.

You got two seconds to

tell me what I wanna know

before I pump you full of lead.

Where is she?

Where?

Get the hell outta here.

We don't want that

kind of trouble.

I guess we know

which wolf won.

What did you expect?

It's his daughter.

What would you do if someone

disappeared one of your kin?

I reckon I'd feed

the same hungry beast.

Son of a b*tch!

Where is she?

Mr. Travis! You

have to believe me!

Where?

When I tell ya that I have

no idea where your daughter is.

I don't know what

Marlowe did with her!

Where is she?

F*** you!

I should've killed

you in my goddamn bar!

You son of a b*tch!

Where is she?

Cut me loose

and I'll tell you!

Cut me loose.

Tell me first!

I traded her!

You traded my daughter?

That's

right, I traded her.

Traded her for what?

I traded her for

that f***in' bell!

You traded my daughter

for a goddamn bell?

Yeah. I did.

To who?

LaVoie!

Where the hell is he?

He's on a train.

Train to where?

Dodge City.

Now, set me free...

Or you'll die in this town.

You're a dead man.

You'll die right here,

you won't ever get out.

I'll set you free.

Set me free goddamn it!

Yeah,

I'll set you free!

Train to Dodge?

Train just left.

Clay Travis.

Damn, I knew it was you.

You killed five men in Abilene.

Nearly 15 years ago.

Yeah.

You killed my best

friend Willie Parker.

Just turned 17.

He drew first.

That ain't what he

told me before he died.

Some men choose

to cast themselves

in a brighter light before

they meet their maker.

And Kansas soil's full of fools

who thought they were quicker.

Ya! Come on!

Come on, come on!

Ain't no damn way he's

gonna catch that train.

Lily?

I'm sorry ma'am.

Ticket.

I didn't have a

chance to buy a ticket.

Five dollars.

Five?

How long does it

take to get to Dodge?

Day's end.

If nothin' goes wrong.

What do you got in

that coach back there?

Empty.

Like your goddamn head.

Maybe I'll take

a seat back there.

Maybe you'll sit your

ass right where you're at.

Train's movin'.

It's dangerous.

Five minutes to Dodge City.

Five minutes.

Hey! Get outta there!

Apples, fresh apples,

two cents a piece.

Three for a nickel.

Apple? Two cents a piece.

Apples, fresh apples.

Two cents a piece,

three for a nickel.

Care for an apple sir?

Two cents a piece.

Care for an apple sir?

Fresh apples.

Two cents a piece.

Mister, are you alive?

Who are you?

Name's Girl.

Girl?

They call me Girl 'cause

I'm too ugly to have a name.

Where am I?

Shack. Dodge City.

This your sweetheart?

Give me that.

That's my daughter.

Right pretty.

You live here by yourself?

Me and my Pa.

He's not my real Pa, but...

He was married to my Ma before

she was took by the angels.

Where is he?

Workin'.

He'll be home tonight.

He always comes

home every night.

I gotta use your privy.

Out back.

Pa's got the key.

This here's silk.

It still smells like my

Mama's lavender scent.

She said she got it from France?

I don't know where that is,

but I know it ain't

anywheres near here.

Europe. France is in Europe.

Know what I made

outta this here silk?

A dress?

Why would I waste it on that?

I made this fine table covering.

For fancy company.

Well with what you got left,

you should make

yourself a dress,

I bet you'd look

real pretty in it.

You got a wife Mr. Clay?

Yes I do.

Your ranch very large?

It's big enough.

After you find your daughter,

maybe I could go back

to your ranch with you?

I'm a real hard

worker and I can cook,

and I hardly eat anything.

What about your Pa?

Ain't he gonna miss ya?

Ain't you gonna miss him?

Well...

Yeah,

skin him, cook him up for stew.

Yes Pa.

This food here,

ain't for free, stranger.

I appreciate your

daughter tendin' to me.

I give you my word

I'll repay you.

Well we can't eat

promises, now can we?

I'm presently lookin'

for my own daughter.

I believe she's been

imprisoned in town as a whore.

Tomorrow you give

me a full day's work

and then I'll decide

if it's enough.

Time is crucial to me, sir.

I'd appreciate it.

Hey!

You can't leave

me shackled here!

Girl!

Give him a pot to

relieve himself with.

And you get your ass

in the back room.

Now!

Oof! Son of a b*tch!

We start work at

sun up 'round here.

I hope you like bacon, eggs

and hot biscuits Mr. Clay.

Now what's this?

I made a fine table covering

outta my mama's silk from Paris.

Paris?

This came from your

mama's shack in Abilene.

A horny merchant came by and...

He exchanged

this red silk for

some afternoon p*ssy.

You see, her mother was a...

Silver dollar whore.

And she deserved every

purple trophy that she got.

You're a rotten liar.

Say that again Girl!

Nothing.

I hope we didn't rile

your slumber last night.

I mean we, Girl and me,

well we rattled them

floorboards didn't we Girl?

You know she got a

face that'll kinda

break a lookin' glass.

But thank the Lord.

She got her mama's p*ssy.

This is a feast fit

for the mayor himself.

I may have to have you

work two days for me boy.

Damn!

You know how I like my biscuits.

Smothered with honey.

Now you go and

bring me that honey.

Unshackle me.

10 dollars I

squirreled away from Pa.

Take it Mr. Clay.

You'll be needin' it

to find your daughter.

Thank you.

Hey mister, someone's lookin'

for you in the Lady Gay.

Who's lookin' for me?

Room nine.

You sure you got

the right fella?

Hey Sugar, do you wanna poke?

I'm lookin' for

room number nine.

Long time.

Nell Craft.

Damn you Clay Travis.

I was hoping you'd

be all scarred

and wrinkled like

a dried-up prune.

Been a long time.

You work here?

Not much interest in

a 40-year-old whore.

I own the place.

Nell, you look great.

The hell I do.

I wasn't quite

sure how you'd react

if we ever saw each other again.

Likewise.

Is there somethin' I

could've done different Clay?

Anything different

to get you to stay?

Nell...

Because I believe

I did just about

everything a girl

could possibly do.

And then some.

In the end,

I guess I just ended up falling

in love with a different...

Whore?

Different woman.

How is our dear Amelia?

She's out of sorts.

For old time's sake...

Can I trust you Nell?

For old time's sake.

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