The Burrowers Page #2

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What?

We're not gonna find any

kidnapped wives at a reservation.

I know it.

We could set off

on our own.

Might could, though it would

only be four of us.

...to we don't know

how many 'skins.

We have to find

the Stewarts.

If we can do that with Henry Victor's

help... Fine. If not...

I guess you've had every chance to

and ain't killed us yet.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa. Whoa.

Mr. Parcher.

Hey hey.

Sorry, Dobie.

It must have stepped

in a prairie-dog hole.

Listen, cowboy...

why don't you hump on ahead.

...and see how much further

we're gonna press on before camp?

Yes, sir.

Go on now.

Why do you spend so much time

rubbing that boy's belly?

He already thinks

you're Jesus Crockett.

I'm courting

his mother.

That's Gertrude Spacks' boy?

Yeah.

A skinny woman.

Might as well

just poke the boy.

That's not a very

godly sentiment.

- Hey, son.

- Mr. Victor, sir, Mr. Parcher told me...

Take a look yonder.

Is that a horse?

Go on.

He's seen us.

You think I didn't know that?

Why ain't he running?

Well, why don't we ask him?

Parcher.

We don't have time

for this, Will.

Every prisoner

is gonna slow us.

Yeah, well, I'd rather walk

in the right direction.

...than ride with my head

up my ass.

What's happening to these

Stewart women right now?

This isn't

your outfit, Clay.

This soldiers are

under my authority...

...mine.

As long as you ride

with us, so are you.

That Injun doesn't know sh*t.

He wouldn't talk if he did.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

He'll talk.

He'll talk.

- Hey.

- Walnut. Sorry, Callaghan.

You don't want

to see that.

Do you know

if he's talked yet?

Naw, that ain't

even the point.

They stopped asking questions

a half-hour back.

What is that?

- Hmm?

- What the hell is that?

It's a tobacco pouch.

It's ugly as sh*t.

Yeah, come off an Injun...

...a big buck by the name of.

Sack-o-Tabacky.

Jesus Christ.

What is it?

Sh*t, son.

It's a scrotum, Dobie.

I can't say

I like Henry Victor.

There's a sack

of horseshit.

Christ.

I came close to joining

the army after New York.

Impossible to get work here.

No one will hire the Irish.

...on account of us being

a bunch of thieves and beggars.

Sounds familiar.

You come to this

country alone?

I had a sister, died of consumption

on the boat.

They put her

in the water.

They wanted to put everything

in the water to save us the infection...

...but I managed

to hold on to a...

what do you call that?

- Broach.

It used to belong to Mother.

I gave it to Maryanne Stewart.

He's given up for the night.

Praise God.

Sh*t.

Hope this

gets me fired.

Come on here.

Eat, all right?

Go on, eat it.

Come on.

My daddy was one of the men

behind the rifles.

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