The Hunting Party Page #3

And pay him $50,000

of my goddamn money?!

I'll kill every dirty,

living, bastard of them.

Mornin'.

Baldy made some flapjacks.

You want some?

- Where's...

- Frank?

He's fixin' a boil

on Joe Butler's horse.

Did you sleep all right?

Well, at least you ain't

so scared anymore, right?

You know, me and Frank...

we been together five or six years.

He ain't what other people see

on the outside.

They call me Doc.

Go on.

Hot coffee'll do ya good.

Sure is good sorghum.

You ready?

You can start.

Might as well start.

If you're lookin' for me

to say I'm sorry...

...about last night...

I can't.

'Cause I'm not.

Injun gets his eyes

on a woman...

he either buys her...

or he takes her.

You got took.

Now, you sit there.

Frank, there she goes!

Go get her, Frank!

You caught yourself

a mountain lion, boy!

You're not goin' anywhere

till you teach me to read.

Who do you think you are...

the Lord of Creation?

Grabbin' anybody you want,

doin' anything you want?

You're nothing but an animal!

You don't eat

until you teach me.

All right, I don't eat.

See what that gets you!

Come on, guys!

Let's go, God damn it!

Let's go!

You hungry?

Sure is good beans.

Well, you might as well start, huh?

Hey, Matt,

look over there.

Gotta be a couple of days

ahead of us.

We gonna bed down for the night?

Be dark before long.

Well, whatever Brandt says.

We're not there yet!

Come on. Come on!

I've been...

I've been saving these.

For...

...somethin' special.

Well, now then.

If we can just...

...get a little...

...get a little top off of this...

Hey, Doc...

you like peaches?

Oh... yeah!

Oh, boy.

You like peaches?

Do you know any

of the alphabet, at least?

No!

"C."

That's a "C."

"A, B, C."

"A"...and "B"...

...and that one there's a "C"?

You teach her anything

last night, Frank?

In the bushes?

"A"...and "B"...

and that's "C."

Shouldn't you wait till he's...

Doc, get 'em over there

in the canyon.

Loring, Hog!

Get out of here, fast!

Mooney, down on the right!

Collins! Ted!

Come and get Stringer!

Hey... Jesus Christ!

I think that's Calder!

He's all yours, Brandt.

Hey, there go the rest of them.

The ridge?

Ain't no son of a b*tch

shoot from that far.

Go! Go! Go!

This one's still alive.

By God, you dropped

two of 'em, Brandt.

You should've got Calder, though.

Not like...

killing an animal.

Is it?

Who the hell

do you suppose they are?

You think it'd be Joe Taylor?

No gun shoots that far.

That old boy followed me damn near

two years. Kept poppin' up.

No gun shoots that far.

You think it's

that sheriff from Nogales?

It's sure as hell somebody.

Pinkertons, law...

Hank's dead.

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