Dead Birds

I ain't never been in a house this big.

So many rooms.

Whoever built it

must've been pretty damn rich.

I guess we're richer

than him now, though.

We ain't richer than nothin'.

Not yet, anyhow.

How do you mean?

Don't hurt yourself trying to think,

but right now, that gold's downstairs.

-That ain't mine until it's in my pocket.

-That's for true.

I'm gonna feel a lot easier

when we're in Mexico holding our shares.

If William thinks we're taking

the same share as that n*gger,

he's got another thing coming.

You check that room,

and I'll look in this one.

You hear me holler,

you come running, get it?

You, too.

Todd?

I think I heard something.

-You can't get it open?

-No, it's stuck good.

No knob turning. It ain't locked.

Well...

We'll find something to pry it open.

Let's come back to it.

Anyone here?

Come on...

Come on, get out!

Why'd you do that?

I like to breeze

through the trees, Corporal.

Is there anything in here?

No. Did you find anything?

Just some clothes.

Looks like a guest room or something.

The bed's still made.

Let's check the barn out back, nance.

Yeah.

There.

You're done.

Goddamn it, Annabelle!

That'll do.

You could've told me

you were gonna do that.

-Stop whining.

-Ow.

What is this place?

Slave quarters.

There's a book over here.

Any of this mean anything to you?

They're spells, for raising the dead.

How much you figure our share'll be,

lookin' at that gold?

Less than it should.

Sure would be easier if

we was to divide it by two, instead of...

We got...

That kid already got a bullet in him.

I reckon you could

take care of our lady friend.

-Did you find anything in here?

-No, it's empty.

It's not a bad time for a storm.

It could wash away any tracks we left.

Ground'll be muddy tomorrow,

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