The Timber Page #2

---

as planned.

He's a good man, York.

Runs a tight ship.

It's the Colonel!

York?

It's Colonel Thomas.

I'm afraid we've lost our wagon

and your shipment

a few miles south from here.

Colonel, is it really you?

Easy. Easy.

These are the carriers.

Carriers?

Have you struck a new vein?

Hey, we ain't going back,

you know that, right?

Wait here.

Ugh!

Is this some kind of a joke?

Joke?

Are you all mad?

- Has this entire company gone mad?

- Yes!

Now you see what I'm up against!

- Degenerative lust. All of them.

- Come on.

Scheming. Plotting against me!

Let's kill them all!

No gold.

Samuel.

What am I looking at?

She'll be all right.

She's a strong woman.

I just wonder how she's doing

with the baby is all.

Still haven't given him a name yet.

Four months old and no name, huh?

Come on...

You know what.

Maybe

you should ask someone who gives a sh*t.

Which ain't yours truly.

You son of a b*tch.

Help me UP.

Come on, brother. You' re OK.

What's the Timber like, Colonel?

Eventful.

You ever met

the fella we're going after?

I'm afraid I have not had that pleasure.

Pleasure?

I can't say as

I ever experienced much in the way

of pleasure in the company of Jebediah.

What about you, Samuel?

Howell tell you that

me and Samuel are kin to Jebediah?

He tell you we ain't seen

him since we was boys?

I believe I'll retire for the night,

gentlemen.

Yeah, you do that.

You been meaning to pick a fight

since you laid eyes on him.

I don't trust the son of a b*tch.

You saw what he did to his man York.

You really think he means us harm?

Means it or not, if it comes to that,

I will cut his f***ing throat.

I don't know as there's any

call to take it so personal, Wyatt.

If he intends to hurry the reaper,

then by God I call that personal.

Colonel,

one more thing.

Once Mr. Seagrave is dead

kill them both.

You sense it, too.

What's that?

Our demise.

When we was kids,

mother used to chorus Bible verses.

I do remember her saying something

about the road to hell

being paved with good intentions.

I can't say my intentions

have always been good.

In fact, I'd venture to say...

I believe I'm going to hell.

I aimed to kill Jebediah...

Wyatt!

Wyatt!

Wyatt!

Wyatt!

Cut me down! God damn it,

You all right?

I cut my hand.

This is a nightmare.

Where's the horse?

She run off.

Which way?

Where you going?

We'll never make

it back home without a horse.

We ain't going back home.

We're licked, Wyatt.

- Going back...

- We've got no food,

ain't an option.

I pissed my pants, Wyatt...

I was hanging upside down

not five minutes ago with piss

running up my neck!

I'm done. It's over.

What the hell am I doing out here?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes