Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you hear the wind, father?
- Tell me! - Texas.
- You? - Yeah.
It could be Hawk.
Those pelts are stolen.
And then we'll have enough men...
Easy with him.
I am not crazy.
Beckett.
Shut up! From here on you are a prisoner charged with treason.
Get this to my little girl. You're coming with us I'm gettin' help ...
... and he took him from me.
- Well, he's got it to be scalped, if he ain't?
Like he wanted.
Keep away.
...while you left your little boy friend wandering around, you don't
God dammit.
Calm down.
He wasn't there when Fitzgerald stabbed my boy to death.
Grab the pelt.
Shit.
I'm here to take you back to Fort Kahowa.
Maybe you shoulda raised a man instead of some girly lil bitch.
- May I join you? - Yes.
Hej
Don't make a sound.
- Who? - Fitzgerald.
Get up.
- They're everywhere. - Soho ...
There was no deal.
I swear to god, he said he was going to re-enlist.
Where you will be trialed for murder.
Slow.
Tell him to stop asking about the horses.
Don't go down there starting going no kind no conscience, alright?
All we can trade are guns and ammunition.
- He's the only one who knows the way. - He can't go any further.
... to put on top of Glass's grave, and that's what he did, that's...
- Probably full of money. - You signed a contract.
If it's the Ree, you turn right back around and meet me back here.
There's a $70 bonus in the Rocky Mountains fur company ...
What you wanna do about this pigs?
FITZGERALD KILLED MY SON
There she is.
Is it true what they say? That you shootin' a lieutenant ...
Where is Hawk?
Your ass is still be floatin' around Missouri right now...
Besides, didn't we put enough distance between us and them Ree anyhow?
- Mine too.
Much less boys.
It'd be a week before we get there.
... who art in heaven ... ... I can't ...
...a dozen Ree could still made twice the good time as we can.
Bring us something to drink... Some whisky.
His breathing changed?
...prime your rifle.
- Glass. Chart a course.
... into those fucking Arikara, get back our pelts.
- Who? - Fitzgerald.
- Get us home safe? - Yeah.
Henry, please ...
- Hey that's enough, that's enough!
You handle or I'll shoot him!
Well they want the pelts.
They want us out in the open ...
God damn, wish my daddy was a doctor then he could have bought me a Captains job.
This tracks right here are his.
- What, on foot? - Are you sure?
Shut up.
We all know that this furs ain't won't be here by the time we come back.
Alright, if Mr. Bridger feels the same way, then I'll lead behind of them.
Oh yeah?
You fuckin' son of a ...
Hold him, you go.
You and me...