The Burrowers Page #4

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pull toes off the Sioux

...than follow the trail

before us.

Sorry, sir?

I think we're about set

to quit our military escort.

I ain't rode this hard

since we gone to the town.

Dobie.

What do you think, cowboy?

It's all right.

I gotta go to the Jacks.

You've been doing

real good, Dobie.

You ought to sleep.

We'll be up before dawn.

We only got a few days...

You ever heard of a tribe

called the Burrowers?

We'll stand

two-hour shifts.

Yeah.

Jesus. What?

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

It's me. It's Callaghan,

Henry Victor's cook.

Shitfire, Walnut.

Are you trying

to get shot?

I can't rightly

account for the others.

I didn't even know

they was missing till just now.

Well, if you're riding with us,

you're working for us.

It's nasty work in

an unfriendly country.

You follow along,

do as you're told, you hear?

Well, can I ask which

one of y'all is boss?

We're partners.

Listen to Parcher.

Do what Clay says.

I'll be dogged.

The mick's been

paying attention.

Welcome to the outfit,

Walnut.

This don't make sense.

Don't touch anything.

Who takes men and horses.

...and leaves

the valuables to rot?

This is something

we ain't seen before.

We stay on the trail, huh?

Which direction are we going?

You'll go whatever direction

we tell you to, I guess.

What about the wagon?

The man said

don't touch it.

Damn.

Sh*t.

Agh!

Hey, what's wrong

with you?

What in the hell?

Jesus God.

She's breathing.

She's not one of the Stewarts.

Who is she?

That's just like

a Williams woman.

She should have

bled out more too.

Still moist.

Any other marks on her?

You got eyes.

There's something scratching.

She's been drug a spell.

- What else?

- What else do you want, John?

Did the Indians

rape her?

How the hell am I

supposed to know?

There's something

scratching inside her.

What are you talking about?

I hear it too.

It's in her shoe.

Take it off.

Why would they bury her alive?

I don't know.

It's a miracle she ain't dead.

What about the crucifix

stuck on her?

What if they buried

Maryanne?

We'll find her.

Here, it's yours.

What do I do with it?

Hellfire, I don't know.

Find comfort in your Maker.

It's your watch.

Now once you get

to Fort Lincoln...

...you stay with her.

We'll pick you up on our way back.

I can catch up with you guys

in about a day or two.

We won't have more than

a day or two.

...before those missing

are corpses or worse.

Don't ride it now unless you want

to break old Spear's leg.

- I know it, sir.

- You'll be fine.

I wouldn't trust any other

man in the outfit to do the job.

Enough.

Let's go.

- I don't like this quiet.

- Hold your peace.

Yonder.

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