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Find him?
Ranch was empty.
Maybe you missed him.
Maybe you should go back to the ranch.
I went all the way to Calabasas.
That Red Cross station is not a Red Cross station.
It's a bandit trap.
This cover my tab?
You're gonna need that.
Not anymore, no.
I'll hold it for you till you need it again.
Something wrong about an optimist running a bar.
You sure they got booze?
Well, let's go see.
Gentlemen.
- What'll you have? - It was a good haul today.
Patrón if you got it. Gold.
Yeah, make that two.
- Hi, there. - This is a nice place.
Thank you kindly.
Come down from the flats?
Yeah, up and down and back again.
- We were... - Never mind.
- What are you drinking, barkeep? - Ugh. Moonshine.
Someone traded it to me for a couple of rabbit traps.
I'll take some of that shine first.
I got a powerful need for that.
Yeah, me too.
See you got a hole dug out there for some unfortunate.
What got him? Bar-tab dispute?
Fella died just out there. Snakebit.
Coyotes took him before I could put him in the ground.
Well, maybe next time you should dig faster.
Phew!
Think I'll take my business outside.
It's been a pleasure.
Be a good boy, Morris.
Keller.
That's why guys just walk till they drop.
- You're back. - Can I get that bottle?
Yes, ma'am.
Good thing we got transport.
Oh, look here. She's back.
Ooh, and she got a piece, too.
The gun, I mean.
Ah! Don't pay him any mind.
Ahh. I'm McCarthy.
This is Jack.
Jack the ass...
- Mm. - ... we call him.
"We"?
Boys at the office.
Insurance.
Well, this must be one hell of a payout, then.
Earthquake, tsunami, fire insurance.
No. No more office.
We're out on the range, ain't we?
Well, surely, we're still reeling.
- We'll come 'round. - No more coming 'round.
No more of that for anybody.
You think this is just the west coast?
I put a call in to HQ,
one of the last signals to get out.
St. Louis, down.
Everybody's down.
Insurance, that's... I mean, that's the old world.
Bro, it's been four weeks.
If we ain't seen a helicopter by now,
there ain't no more helicopters.
So, where'd you get 'em?
The horses?
Why? You gonna write it down in your little pony book?
Man's got to have his secrets, don't he?
It ain't much of a story.
You guys must've been riding a while, then.
You know, you seem a bit sore.
Yeah, we were trying to...
help people out...
... at that Red Cross in Calabasas.
Yeah.
Yeah, we sure did help a lot of people.
Must be hard to sneak up on your quarry
- with a laugh like that. - Yeah,
that's what I've been trying to say, you dumb bastard.
Come on.
Why don't you sit down with us?
What'd you say your name was?
That's Burke, there. She's local.
- Well, we're all local now. - Mm-hmm.
So, how about another glass for miss Burke?
- Please. - Oh, that's kind of you, but...
Sit down with us. We're practically kin.
I saw when we rode up
that our horses had the same license plates.
- Do they? - Mm-hmm.
Now, you're not gonna...
turn us in to the authorities, are you?
People do what they got to do to get by.
- I'm no judge. - Well, then you're one of us.
Drink up, hoss.
Hell yeah. We're free men now.
We take what we want when we want it.
We live free.
Quite a haul.
You guys holding positions or roving?
We chased a few cars down,
but, well, then the cars stopped coming.
So now we chase people. Heh.
I wonder...
Did you steal that horse, McCarthy?
I mean, if you did,
- that's bold as brass. - Mm.
Even today.
Stealing a horse, that's a hanging crime.
Hm.
What, did you steal yours?
Well, if I did, we must have stolen it from the same place.
Hell yeah, he stole that horse.
- Killed that guy, too, huh? - Shut up, jackass.
That guy was already half dead anyway.
Fucking British guy. Didn't even know
what country he was in.
He was busted up already.
Bad.
So we left him.
You know, we didn't start him dying.
We weren't gonna finish him.
We took his food and his animal,
and we left him.
He kept calling out for his horse.
"Samantha!"
The limey was so fucking dumb
he didn't even know he had a boy horse.
That's why I call him Buck.
Ain't that right, Buck?
Ah, that's some story.
Yeah, some story.
- Burke... - McCarthy.
Yeah, Burke?
I'm taking your horse.
'Scuse me?
We're going back to where you found that horse,
and we're gonna save that man's life.
No.
We're not doing shit.
You don't have any bullets.
Come on, give me that.
Oh!
Where?
Where what, you crazy bitch?
Where's the doctor you're gonna get me?
Where did you get the horse?
You can keep the horse.
It's the rider I'm looking for.
Yeah, six miles we-west, I think.
He was probably coming here.
But he was breathing when you left?
- Yeah. - When was that, McCarthy?
Yesterday.
I stabbed him.
I stabbed him in the side.
And then I took his horse.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You're Samantha.
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