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He wouldn't even have a job if I. . .

(GLASS SHATTERS) God damn it!

I don't have any more matches. We're gonna have to go down.

You sure do flap your gums a lot when the boss ain't around.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Yes, you could.

I brought the gold.

Please protect it.

GREAVY: Is it dead?

You have to stop thinking.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

or you can follow me one last time.

which hand to wipe with.

(CHANTS ECHOING)

I'll see you around, Colonel.

You thought that cheap shot in the pecker hurt?

Let's go! We got to go!

Is anyone in there?

He ain't got nobody.

It says you robbed the stage last month

Round up the horses, get some supplies!

I told you not to look into the light.

Look here, Pa. He's got iron on his wrist.

Ain't it enough we took the time to put him there?

We're riding towards Absolution.

I've been shot.

I'll make you rich.

Let's get them !

(FRIGHTENED SHRIEKS)

to do everything for you, do you, Doc?

(DRUMS BEATING)

I'm not talking about anything.

Shut up! I'll deal with you later.

or I'm gonna take him.

He rolled over,

You got some balls

I swear to God, it's raining harder in here than it is outside.

My pa is coming for me.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

I'm turning you over to the Federal Marshal.

Only if the boss is right and they was roping them.

Besides, I'm a doctor. You need me.

has to be taken out on you good people. In the hat.

I want that man.

I don't want any trouble.

Got a kid and a dog, why not a woman?

Now he has to shoot up the place?

You're like insects to them.

I thought it was our dream.

Doc, get down here!

Please, please, go back inside.

You're gonna have to take it up with the judge in Santa Fe.

(NAT SPEAKING APACHE)

I don't care how many Indians he put under neither.

Tracks are good. It's headed north.

Hey. Why is there no soap in here?

You come clean right now, or I'll kill you.

(SHRIEKS) Stop!

How's the haul?

Good riddance to 'em !

I always dreamed of riding into battle with you.

Nat, you son of a bitch, where you going?