Dead Men Page #3

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need to find out

who you really are,

Mr. Blackwood,

brother of

a wanted murderer.

You won't be able to

take a piss in this town,

let alone buy another drink.

So you enjoy it

while you can.

Get him the hell

out of here.

[man 1]

Whoa, whoa!

[man 2]

Watch it! Watch it!

[man whistles]

That son of a b*tch just

doesn't get it, does he?

Want me to kill him?

No. Not yet.

While his brother's still out

there, he can be of use to us.

[man]

Thank you very much.

I'm glad

we had this talk.

But just so

you understand,

you have until the winter

to make this decision.

[man shouting]

[men chanting

in foreign language]

Whoo!

[Western music playing]

Hyah!

[man]

What's the problem?

[Vance]

Name's Vance Edison.

I was hired by a man

named Cole Roberts

from Jackson Ridge to

reclaim this here mine.

He rightfully owns it now.

[man] This land belongs

to the Struthers family!

[Vance] I don't think

you're understanding me.

- [man] You son of a b*tch!

- I'll give you ten seconds

to gather your things and

start saddling your horses.

Maybe we should go see

the sheriff now.

We ain't going nowhere

till this son of a b*tch

gets off my land!

[bird screeching]

You're a hard man to catch,

Jesse Struthers.

[Virgil]

Jesse!

[gunfire, Vance grunts]

[horse whinnies]

[horse galloping]

[sputtering]

[grunting, panting]

[grunts]

[pounding on door]

[panting]

What do you want?

Help me. Please.

Martha!

Martha!

Fetch me some hot water

and bring me my tools.

Now, damn it!

All we've got's

some moonshine.

I'll tell you the truth,

I'm a little

liquored up myself.

Here. Have some of this.

It'll help with the pain.

[sputters]

[grunts]

Don't waste it.

That's good moonshine.

[yells]

Kills the germs.

I ought to tell you, it's been

awhile since I practiced.

Get on with it.

[slicing, groaning]

Get in there!

[groaning]

[whimpering]

[chuckles]

I got it.

Shh.

What of your eye?

Buzzards.

Must've been real hungry.

I could stitch it,

but it's gonna hurt some.

[grunts]

[slicing, yelling]

[bellows]

[men grunting]

Each Friday, we take

a week's worth of gold

and deliver it to the assay

office for a favorable return.

From there, my men

split the money two ways,

and escort your share to you

and mine back to me.

I'm certainly amazed at

the loyalty of your men, Cole.

I just can't fathom it.

[chuckles]

It's not loyalty.

You see that?

That man was heard

entertaining the idea

of pinching

a little for himself.

My foreman caught wind

of it and nipped it.

If all is as you say it is,

this could take

our relationship

to a whole new level.

Glad to hear it.

Well, I must be going.

I have a meeting

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