Bone Tomahawk Page #8

Suspicious.

He's got a lot on his mind.

Could I borrow the German?

If you broke it, would

you go to Hamburg

and purchase a replacement?

Oh, of course I would.

Peter loved schnitzel.

I'll look myself.

What do you see?

A snake in a tree.

- What kind?

Deceased.

- Oh, Jesus, goddamn!

Sorry.

Damn, damn, damn!

You know when?

Yes, sir.

Brooder,

don't step in the middle.

I shan't.

How's the leg?

Swollen.

Any signs of infection?

I don't think so.

Chicory should look at it

tonight when we've camped.

He did some surgery in the war.

I'll mind it myself.

With that tincture of opium?

You went through my things?

My wife's possessions?

-I did.

-Well, you shouldn't have!

Give it back,

you dumb imbecile!

Don't hurl insults at Chicory,

he's followin' orders.

Now give over that bottle.

It ain't yours to claim.

If you use that stuff,

you'll spill from the saddle.

I'm tryin' to prevent

that accident.

I ain't had any.

I apologize for goin'

in your wife's things.

Will you yield it?

Mr. O'Dwyer rides vanguard.

Mr. Kory.

Call me Chicory.

Chicory...

I'm sorry for hollerin' at you.

My wife used to call me a

dumb imbecile all the time.

Felt kinda nice.

Brooder...

Take a look with the German.

We need to put in soon.

I'll make a survey.

-Sheriff.

-Old man?

You know, I know that the

world's supposed to be round

but I'm not so sure

about this part.

He's all the way empty.

You think that infection

could turn to gangrene?

It could go either way.

Have you ever performed

an amputation?

Yeah.

In the war.

But even done correctly

chances aren't good.

That seems like an

especially miserable way

to spend your final days.

The worst.

Relax, gentleman, relax.

Don't be scared.

I am a friend.

You aren't.

You're a stranger and a sneak.

I was about to

announce myself.

Strike a match so we

can see you clear

or we'll light things up with

our guns. Mind our backs.

One moment, por favor.

My name's Ramiro.

You got any companeros?

I have an associate.

Tell him to strike a match.

Do what they ask.

- Just him?

- Just him.

If we see any others lurkin'

around, we'll execute you.

I speak the truth. I was

going to announce myself--

Be quiet and toss your guns.

My associate is unarmed.

Come forward.

Don't drop those matches.

See if you can

salvage the fire.

Damn you!

Deputy, hold.

Holster your gun.

You had no cause.

Those men were scouts

for a raiding party.

-Or thieves.

-You don't know that.

And I wanted to get information

from 'em in any case.

They wouldn't have told

you the correct year

much less anything else.

I know how to

interrogate a man.

He's got a system.

We need to pack up and make

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