Posse

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Colt 45, single shot.

You had to cock it every time you shot.

It was called a peacemaker, but I haven't

seen much peace that it brought.

No, you guys today

have that full automatic.

Pull the trigger and spray.

History's a funny thing.

They said Columbus discovered America

and the Indians were already here.

That's like me telling you

that I discovered your car.

They call them evil red savages because

they didn't give up the car soon enough.

One thing about time.

No matter how much or how little passes,

it changes things.

People forget their past.

They forget the truth.

But pictures don't lie.

Forgotten gunslingers like Nat Love,

Ison Dart, Cherokee Bill.

And troops too,

like the Ninth and the Tenth.

See, people forget that almost one

out of every three cowboys was black.

Cos when the slaves were freed,

a lot of them headed out west.

Built their own towns.

Shit. They didn't have much choice.

In fact, over half the original settlers

of Los Angeles were black.

But for some reason,

we never hear their stories.

Stories like Jessie Lee and his posse.

That was the gambler, Father Time.

This here was crazy Little J.

The big man was Obobo.

He was Jessie's enforcer.

And then there was Weezie and Angel.

And then of course there was the leader.

Jessie Lee.

Yeah, man,

these cats was the original posse.

I'm gonna tell you...

It all started in the Spanish-American war,

on the front line.

(gunfire and shouting)

- Can it get worse?

- It's going to get worse.

I can't take too much more!

Jessie, we're almost out of ammunition.

Jessie!

Goddammit, let me go!

Get them off of me, Jessie Lee!

They got a fucking Gatling gun out there!

- Obobo, stay calm.

- Retreat!

Look at me. I want you to stay calm.

I'm calm. All right.

All right. I'm calm.

Is that Jessie? Let him through, boys.

Jessie. Still alive.

I would expect nothing less.

I set my clock to you. Come in.

Jessie, they say you can tell

a lot about a man by his profile.

A certain strength of character,

or lack thereof.

Now, yours, it's scarred, isn't it?

It's very, very scarred.

No doubt you heard the call for retreat.

Awful word, isn't it? Terrible.

Don't you think a good soldier would

rather die than run? I know I would.

Yet now you come to me

with the bullets flying

and you want to know

where and how to run.

And the real question is

if I'm gonna let the Tenth Cavalry retreat

or if I'm gonna let them stay right here.

(man shouts)

- Weezie!

- Yes, Colonel Graham, sir.

- Go and get me that man.

- What man?

- From the stockade...

- Durning and Walker?

Jessie, you volunteer to stay behind.

(laughs)

I'm gonna have to raise you, Durning.

Raise me?

I reckon you got some good cards.

Or... you're bluffing.

I got the cards. I got the cards.

I'll call you anyway.

I got a full house. What you got?

- You damn snaggle-tooth!

- Damn shame we ain't playing for money.

Private Durning, sir?

Weezie, your nose is brown enough.

What do you want?

Oh, it's my pleasure to tell you the colonel

wants you and Walker to come with me.

How you like them apples?

Come on, let's see them feet.

All right, now. If the colonel says we

should get going, we'll be hoppin' along.

Thank you, Weezie.

Rewards and retributions.

Rewards and retributions.

Mr Walker!

Judging by your recent desertion,

would you say you no longer desire

to serve in this army?

Yes, sir.

Walker, you are discharged.

Go on. See you. Godspeed. Run!

Thank you. Turn profile, please.

Turn profile and hold it right there.

Thank you. Shoot him.

Come on, Jessie. Man's a coward,

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