Will Penny

Damn you, Will Penny!

Steal my biscuits and

bring me no firewood!

What the hell's got into you?

Them biscuits ain't for you to steal.

They ain't to be ate till I say so.

Now, come on, give 'em back.

At least give me some coffee.

Bring me some firewood.

Go on. Pot ain't boiled yet anyhow.

Chuck! Come and get it, you

cow-nurses, or I'll throw it out!

- Chuck's on!

- Come on out, boys.

Get outta those blankets, damn you!

- Wearing snowshoes, Bo?

- You've been walkin' on my feet.

Old man like you belongs at the

end of the line. We do all the work.

I'm surprised you got this far.

You earned yourself a warm corner.

That's enough, Shorthorn.

Was you about to do something?

'Cause I'd sure clean your plough.

- Whoa!

- Ride him!

You stupid, jug-head bastard!

Last day. Make it a good one.

Get there today and

you make your bonus.

Get where? Ain't a bottle of whisky

or a town inside a week of here.

Save your money! Get a

spread of your own, like me.

- Money didn't get you into cattle.

- No? What did, Will?

More like a long rope and a hot iron.

Let's go!

Don't be afraid to ask for

help when you need it, old man.

It's time you did something, Will.

Fightin' don't get the work done.

- Something chasing you, Dutchy?

- If the augur sees you, he'll get mad.

Ja. I see where they're taking

us. Nowhere, that's where.

Nowhere at all!

Who figures it out they

put a spur there? What for?

Everybody trying to get ahead. Train

company wants to get to the cows.

Anse wants to get to market

first, to get top price.

And the poor cow-hand rides drag.

- Better than pushin' a plough.

- Ja.

Down steer!

Bigfoot! Comin' a-runnin'!

He busted my damn leg!

- Gimme some air, boys.

- Stand back, boys.

She's busted, all right.

Grab a hold of this.

- Here.

- You've been holding out on us.

That stuff's for doctoring,

not drinking. Hang on to him.

That's enough.

- Feels like it's smashed to pieces.

- He'll go to Kansas City with us.

He'll get a doctor there

and his train ticket home.

What if he can't work

for you no more, Anse?

That's the fall of the cards.

He'll get a job some place.

Ike, how did you manage that? Real

slop. But that's the way I like it.

You do the cooking.

I'll get a job where the horse has

the brains and does all the work.

Well, look who's here. Where

you been hidin', Grandpa?

Might not be good, but it's hot!

- You ain't fightin' proper!

- You're the one that's down.

I told you that leaky mouth

would jump up on you, Boetius!

- Won't you fight with these?

- My hands are for working.

If the Lord wanted men to fight like

dogs, He'd've give 'em teeth and claws.

He's younger than you

figure, ain't it, sonny?

You go to your gun,

I'll hang you right here!

- You boys wanna fight, or get paid?

- Get paid!

- If you can't write, make your mark.

- I went to four grades of school!

- Want your train ticket?

- Don't need it. Got my wagon.

Move on. Let the next man in.

You can't cowboy as good

as you write. Ticket?

No ticket for me. I think

I ride along with Blue.

- What's your whole name, Will?

- Penny. Will Penny.

- You got any family?

- No.

Another job to go to?

This time of year? You

know better than that.

You're a good steady hand.

You can be bull-nurse with me.

Wait here for the train

and ride to Kansas City.

Sure thing.

Mr Howard. Can I go

with you to Kansas City?

- You wanna see the elephant?

- Naw, hell. I've been there before.

My pa lives there.

He's gettin' pretty old.

If I don't see him on this trip,

I won't see him again at all.

I already got Will Penny.

If you wanna go, you've got

more than enough to get there.

Well, you're a fair man, Mr Howard.

I'll see you punchers some time.

- Ever been to K.C.?

- No. I guess I'll see the elephant.

Ja!

Wiedersehen, Will.

- Will. I gotta talk with you.

- Sure.

It's about my pa.

- So long, Anse.

- So long, Bo.

Damn haul gets longer every year.

See you back in cactus country.

I don't know, Bigfoot. It puts

me out of a job mighty sudden.

- North of here, Flatiron might

be hiring. - In the winter?

I wouldn't lie to you,

honest. Hold on... Look...

I'll give you some of

my pay. Twenty dollars!

Which one of you is coming with me?

Aw hell, go on, then.

Gimme ten dollars so I

don't feel like a damn fool.

- Me, Mr Howard, if it's OK.

- Come on.

- Much obliged, Will.

- Yeah.

You fellas got room

for one more hand?

So long, boys!

So long, boys!

Hey, Blue. Come on, wake up.

I bet there's some place in

this wilderness they got whisky.

- And beds.

- I forgot what it tastes like.

And a bath. I think I got bugs.

Just one shot.

I hope we can find us a job.

Not the three of us together. Ain't no

place they hire three hands in winter.

One job's all I need. Sharing

a blanket don't make us married.

Will, I think he'll find that

Flatiron spread to hire on.

It's a damned good thing he can

cowboy, 'cause he sure can't navigate.

It ain't hot yet.

Come on! Go and get the water!

All right.

- What the hell...?

- It's an elk! Fresh meat!

Hey! Good shot, Blue. You got him.

- But I didn't. Didn't you?

- Didn't I...?

Ja. I shot him with my knife.

- Let's move him.

- Or somebody gonna be mad.

Madder than a stud at gelding time.

Careful. They got the sun on us.

Rawhiders.

Ja. It's bad business.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Name's Quint. Preacher

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