Copper Canyon

I'll bet they'll

feel at home with you.

It's all right, Ma.

You done nothing

against the law.

Some people are kind of fussy

about ladies smoking.

Where you been all day?

Riding.

You look it.

Where's Lisa?

In the saloon,

playing cutthroat

with the sheriff.

Again?

You'd think he'd

know better by now.

Hey...

Um, want to take a peek?

Travis?

I want to ask you something.

Go ahead, Cora.

How about treating a girl?

- On the 31st of February.

...31st of February.

She's in there.

Thanks.

Howdy, Miss Cora.

Five.

I'm compelled

to raise you ten, Lisa.

I'll call you.

Hello, beautiful.

Pick it up.

Three.

Fine way to treat me.

Next time ask permission.

I will.

Next time.

How many?

Two to the dealer.

Check.

Have a nice ride?

Three went and three came back.

Oh, Sheriff?

Well, hello, Mr. Balfour.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Not at all.

What can I do for you?

Today is payday at the smelter

and I'd like your protection.

Now, Mr. Balfour,

there ain't gonna be

any trouble.

The Southerners have been

acting strange

the last few days.

Secretive and arrogant.

They're planning something,

maybe robbery.

Robbery?

You better go hold

his hand, Sheriff.

Who, me?

I'm no man for robberies,

I don't even carry a gun...

can't stand the noise!

You go, Travis, and take

Bat here with you.

You're my deputies,

ain't you?

All right.

But I'll tell

you this, Balfour,

the Rebs is done for.

I disagree.

They're like wolves...

vicious, desperate.

They're just a defeated people,

Mr. Balfour.

And rightfully so!

Slavers, secessionists,

lawbreakers and murderers!

They're like anyone else...

human beings.

I never could understand

why you won't deal with them.

Perhaps you would, ma'am,

if you lost a son at Gettysburg!

Seems we had the wrong man,

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