Seraphim Falls

Well, we definitely got him.

It's a gut shot, but we got him pretty good.

He didn't even take his rifle.

His horse run off, though.

Cleared up some.

We ought to get a move on.

Let him bleed.

If he keeps going down,

he's going to get some distance on us.

He ain't going nowhere.

We let him bleed.

Well, let's just get paid up

and be done with it.

- He went in.

- Yep.

There's no tracks on the other side.

He done gone over them falls.

Ain't no body.

Well, he went in that there water...

There ain't no body.

There ain't gonna be no body.

- There's always a body.

- You expect us just to conjure him?

I expect you to find him.

That's what I'm paying you for.

Stay, stay.

Stay.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Y'all smell that?

Oh, f***.

Don't touch it.

He's doubled back on his tracks.

Hayes, you and the kid follow those two.

Pope, you take that one.

Mr. Parsons, you wait here.

I'll take this one. He's not far.

So watch yourselves. I got his gun.

He ain't bleeding no more.

Yes, he is.

Where's Pope?

The intervals are 10 feet.

Be ready. He's here.

Remember, if you kill this son of a b*tch,

you will not be paid.

Extremities only.

God damn it. Oh, hell.

Lord almighty.

What did he do to Pope?

Mister, who the hell is this man?

Get the horses. We have him now.

He must be part Indian or wolf.

- Eat a man like that.

- He didn't eat him. Go.

Go.

Just what in the hell

do you think you're doing?

I guess it makes sense.

- Finished off by a young'un.

- I ain't no young'un.

And I don't care to hear you say

another goddamn thing.

Now, come on out of there

and put your hands out in front of you.

Come on.

You been shot.

Trying to steal somebody else's horse,

I reckon.

I'd say you need a new line of work, mister.

Nathaniel!

Nathaniel! Come on.

Come on, now.

Thank you, thank you. Thank you.

- Who is he?

- Horse thief.

But he's hurt.

I'll pay for the horse.

You best rest yourself.

Pa'll be home after a while,

and he'll decide what to do with you.

No more tracks, Carver.

The trail's gone cold up there.

Your sister...

She don't take kindly to thieving.

There's plenty of time for that

when you grow up.

See that.

Yeah, he's still bleeding.

There's something else down here.

- Take a look.

- Yeah.

What'd you see?

Charlotte.

We caught him trying to steal Red.

He's hurt. Shot.

Who are you, mister?

I do some trapping a bit north of here.

Must be quite a bit north of here.

Quite a bit.

I don't expect you shot yourself.

No. No.

Somebody after your hides?

Fringing on your territory?

I couldn't say.

You come down out of that pass

without a horse?

Up here, a man without a horse

is generally a dead man.

That I can solve.

So I don't take kindly to a man

trying to steal mine.

Like I told your girl, I'll pay for the horse.

It's only about six days' walk

from here to town,

as I recall.

I'll pay you twice what you paid for her.

If you can pay,

why don't you just walk yourself

down there?

I'd rather not.

- Nothing there.

- Not a goddamn thing.

- I'll go down there and take a look.

- No.

We're done here. We'll follow the ridge.

That's 16 days. Seventeen out Mount Olive,

- at $1 a day.

- You'll get your money when we find him.

Not before.

What do you mean? You saw.

That trail ends down

at the end of that ravine.

'Cause he never went down the ravine.

We follow the ridge.

Come here.

I'm Gideon.

You don't talk much, do you, boy?

You know, it's not considered polite

to shoot a man

who's sleeping in your house.

Well,

get on back to bed.

Where is he?

- Who the hell...

- I'm doing the asking here.

- Coffee and biscuits, woman.

- Now, lie to me

and I will fire this place with you

and yourn in it.

- Now where is he?

- Must have left at first light.

We done got here at first light. Damn fool.

- Were he able-bodied when he come here?

- No.

- Did you give him supplies or a rifle?

- No.

- He had a pistol.

- Took that off of Pope after he killed him.

- You give him a horse?

- No.

Ain't no horse for that one.

Mister, I don't know where you come from,

but we helped a shot mongrel of a man,

and he's gone away in the night,

and that's all we know.

You lying son of a b*tch.

What did you sell him?

What did the devil get for his money?

Hayes.

I ain't paying you to play with womenfolk.

Tell me about the man who came here.

If I think you're lying,

I'll kill your brother

and hand you over to Mr. Hayes.

He was here,

and he left in the night.

- Stole a mare, looks like.

- What about that gold?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I took it.

He was sleeping. I took it from his bag.

I only wanted a gun

to protect us.

Son, nobody can protect nobody

in this world.

The sooner you realize that, the better.

Pope's horse stays.

You son of a b*tch.

No wonder you don't talk much.

Too busy thieving.

How do you write "wife"?

Kid, that's W...

H-O-R-E.

Don't much matter how you spell it,

a woman ain't gonna be yours

unless you're paying her for the night.

You pay her to be sweet to you, kid,

that's all.

Don't never mix up money and love.

Toss the pistol.

What do you want?

I'd have thought that it was obvious,

seeing as how I've been shooting at you.

Keep them hands out.

Turn around.

Why are you doing this?

Seraphim Falls.

Colonel Carver.

Turn around. I wanna see your face.

- What?

- Double watches the rest of the night.

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