The Homesman Page #2

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When will you leave?

As soon as I can.

Today is May 5.

She could be back in time to

celebrate 4 of July with us.

Reverend Dowd, we cannot allow this.

It is not a lone woman's place to

draw a wagon across this country.

Much less when it carries three of

the Lord's least capable children.

So why not come with me come, Miss Linens?

We can do it together.

You too, Miss Polhemus.

Better still.

Not. You husbands and family to care for.

You should.

But I do not. I live uncommonly, alone.

Enough!

Please. Be seated.

I'm afraid y'all are right about Mr.Belknap.

He is untrustworthy. With the

task of this gravity...

And we need a Homesman.

We will do everything we can to equip and...

accommodate for this journey, Miss Cuddy.

If you gentlemen will excuse me for a minute.

Come look after your wagon?

I did.

My Lord...what is that?

It's train wagon. Trade for it last year.

Since then been sitting out here in the snow.

When Svendsen and Sours came

around here for a wagon,

I gave a hell of a deal on it.

I give it to him!

I cut the windows, a bit bigger...

greased it pretty good.

Set some new spokes and fellows.

That's the just the right

thing for them women.

I put a sliding bolt on the door.

What for?

Lock them ladies in.

Why would I do that?

Stop and think about it.

What's that?

You might wanna tie something down...

Put up ten of 'em.

Oh my!

I'm not sure I'm ready.

Are you scared?

A little...Listen here, Mary Bee...

You got a passable rig...

mules.

and you're as good a man

as any man here abouts.

And you're doing a hell of a fine thing..

So go ahead on...

get to it...

and do it.

Does everybody know?

Yeap.

What are they say?

Don't say nothing.

People don't like to talk death and taxes

only when comes to crazy...

they stay hushed up.

Miss Cuddy!

Mary Bee!

Mary Bee!

I tried to catch you in town,

but you was already gone.

What do you want, Reverend?

To give you these. Letters to

the women's closest kin...

around Hebron, Iowa and going back East.

Your journey will be long,

difficult and dangerous.

I expect it will.

God bless you woman.

Rest will keep you. You know I believe

in you, don't you? You truly do.

I know it.

I go in your place, if I could.

Now let us pray.

Heavenly Father, look down upon my daughter.

Bless her in this undertaking.

Grant her thy strength and

guide her with thy grace. .

She may carry home these poor souls.

We beg of Thee.

In the name of Jesus Christ,

thy only begotten son

who gave his life

for the sins of man.

Amen.

Come on out outta there! You clay-job...

Son of a b*tch!

Cmon down in here,

and you'll be a sad bastard long to live.

and that won't be there long.

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