Brothers in Arms

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Faster, faster.

How the hell are you?

Get off that saddle, right now.

Thats my little brother.

I promised Mom I would always

protect him...

...but I had a feeling this one

was gonna be different.

Something was telling me,

this time...

...one of us wasnt gonna

make it back home.

-How long we gotta be out here?

-Long as it takes, little brother.

Till we know that place

like the back of your hand.

l hate this part.

Look, it ain't no action, man.

You gonna get plenty soon enough.

What about the others?

Don't worry, they'll be here.

My friend, the reverend.

Some say he found God

after the devil rejected him.

Who are you?

Born of the dust,

l was made in his image.

The gentleman thief, Kansas.

He was my wild card.

Full house, gentlemen.

No.

l don't never lose...

...especially to no thief.

Gentlemen....

-Somebody get the sheriff.

-Get him yourself.

But there was one more.

To do this job, I had to find Mara.

It wasnt hard.

She was still up to her old tricks.

What the hell?

What the hell's the matter

with you, lndian?

l don't think this squaw

speaks no English.

Coin?

She thinks she's gonna rob us.

Be prepared to meet

your maker, savage.

Oh, boy.

We don't take kindly

to your type around here.

And what type would that be?

Sneaky lowlife n*ggers

like yourselves.

-Now you done gone and did it.

-Done what?

Done gone and made him mad.

See, he don't like blacks

calling other blacks n*ggers.

Boy, you kidding me?

There's six of us and two of you.

You know, you right,

and that don't seem fair, do it?

So you wanna run off

and get some more men?

Kill him.

Kill him!

Looks like game's over,

huh, fancy pants?

Now, that wasn't very

gentleman-like, was it?

Come on.

Looks like we got ourselves a real

Mexican standoff now, don't we?

Well, since l'm a gambling man,

l'm betting on me.

Damn it, woman!

Brother Willoby.

You're not taking the Lord's

name in vain, are you?

No.

For a preacher man...

...you sure hang out

with a motley crew.

A hustler...

...and a half-breed.

Only the Lord may judge,

Brother Willoby.

l merely tend to the flock.

Well, you're okay with me.

Hail, hail, the gang's all here.

Thought you two got out

of the game.

Hell, you know me.

l get bored easy.

-How's tricks?

-l suppose you ought to ask Mara.

l must admit, l was intrigued

when l received your letter.

We all were.

Zane and l wouldn't have bothered

if it wasn't worth it.

Who's that?

This here is my friend,

medicine man.

His Christian name is Jacob.

His heathen name is Running Fox.

No offense to present company.

We met up at Doc Willobys cabin.

I called, and they answered.

This gang is like family...

...and family dont ask questions.

There wasnt much in it for them,

and they knew that.

This job was personal.

This time, it was about me

and my brother.

Okay, guys, this is our next job.

Zane got this from

a former bank associate...

...who will no longer be needing it.

Town's name is

Corazn de la Muerte...

...which means ''heart of death,''

about a half day's ride from here.

Yeah, the bank's a depository

for the railroad.

Railroad?

That means a lot of money.

lt also means a lot of guns,

which means a lot of bullets...

...and a lot of dead.

So we're gonna come in

in twos, split.

l'm gonna take the point.

Kansas, l need you back here.

Mara, by this window.

As usual, fear is in our favor.

Let's keep it that way.

But why this bank?

Because it belongs to him.

Well...

...get on with it.

lt's official, Mr. Driscoll.

You now effectively own the bank.

Like everything else in this town.

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