Come on.
Hurry up.
Come on.
Stop.
See, I wanted to shoot you myself...
...but I gotta humor my brothers.
In a couple of minutes, when the sun comes up...
...I'm gonna give you this pistol...
...and will you do the honorable thing and kill yourself?
Why in God's name would I do that?
Shame and remorse.
Bullshit.
No.
No, you all...
You just wanna save yourselves from doing a murder.
And I ain't ashamed of loving Roseanna.
He won't die by his own hand.
Will he eat poison?
To hell with this.
Guns down.
Now.
I said now.
Do what he says or I'll scatter your brains all over this place.
Hey.
Rest of you, kneel down there next to your brother.
And pray as if your lives depended on it on account that it do.
Are you deaf, McCoy?
I said to kneel.
I kneel for no man.
And I pray only to God.
Not you.
You a brave man, Jim McCoy.
Your daddy should be proud.
All right, Skunkhair, torch it.
You know, we should have burnt down this shithole years ago.
It's none of you're business. Get off me.
You're a damn fool for riding into McCoy's...
None of that matters now.
Roseanna's carrying my baby.
She saved my life.
I'm gonna marry her.
Johnse, she's a McCoy, she betrayed her own family, she'll betray ours too.
That ain't true.
You know, I ain't taking this.
No, you'll take it.
Stop it!
- You'll take it and like it. - Stop it!
- Anse. Anse! - Hey! That's enough!
That is enough! That's it. That is enough!
You don't touch that boy no more, Anderson Hatfield.
You will never marry a McCoy.
You leave this house to go after her, you don't come back.
Now, you make your choice, make it now, stay or go.
You have two left feet.
Well, that's good. That's good.
- Nice one, sure shot. - That ain't bad.
- I'm up. - You going UP...
- Go on, Sammy. - Come on.
- See what you can do. - Go, Squirrel.
Come on around.
Come on, Sammy.
Now, we got a competition on our hands, boys!
Want a piece? Robert E.
Give me some.
Jefferson.
- Jefferson. - That's the family discount.
- Give me that. How much you had? - I ain't had nothing.
- Give it to me. - I ain't done nothing.
- Stop acting like that. - Quit hitting me.
Robert E., take over.
Drunken fool. I'm ashamed to call you my brother.
- You ain't my mom. - Nancy.
Hello, Johnse Hatfield.
Hey. How you been?
I've been fine.
You know, I should have called on you.
I really didn't mean you no harm. I just...
I guess what happened was kind of an accident.
I guess it was.
Don't you worry about it none.
I just been all messed up in my mind about Roseanna.
How is she?
Poorly.
Doctor says she took down with a cough.
She's been a-spitting up blood.
They think she might lose the baby.
Lose it?
Or not, who knows?
Hey, will you...?
Would you tell her that I asked after her and the baby?
- Would you do that for me? - I'll pass it along.
Next time I see Roseanna.
Anderson.
Hey, Grandpappy...
That ain't funny.
Yeah, it is.
Hey.
Don't let it eat you up.
Hey, speaking of eating, have you tried this pickled okra?
Delicious.
- That's a pepper. - Bullnose red-hots.
- You son of a bitch. - Here, here.
If you weren't my brother, you'd be dead right now.
Come on now, let's dance.
This competition still open, ain't it?
If you don't mind wasting a bullet.
I ain't wasted one yet.
How you gonna beat that, fog eye?
Good luck.
Hey. He)'
Toe the line.
You're over the damn mark.
Judge should have caught that.
Just do what you do, son.
And what he does is miss.
Cap, you missed completely.
The hell he did.
Hit the nail right on the head.
Right on the goldang head.
- The hell you say. - You see where that went.
Now settle down, boys.
- Watch your mouth. - This here's a shooting contest.
- This here's a shooting contest, boys. - Get up.
Look at this.
Watch McCoy put his head down.
Hatfield's a-trembling.
Devil Anse couldn't meet the old man's eye.
Randall McCoy looked away...
...like a lonely girl seeing a hard prick for the first time.
You watch your filthy mouth, Hatfield.
Might be some rowdy do. Whatever happens, stay here.
Keep these horses peaceful.
Yeah, McCoy flinched. Skipped off a step.
Hatfield, he shit himself. You can smell it yet.
- How'd you see it, Ellison? - Both men behaved gentlemanly.
If anyone looked off, they both did. Together.
Let's go, Lias.
That is for owing me almost a whole greenback...
...on my heirloom fiddle for a year, you thieving prick.
Johnse was right. You hit like an old woman.
Maybe we should get you a bonnet and a dress.
No more.
I am hell on earth!
You're a damn shit hog.
That's enough now!
You take him, Ellison.
Get in there and help your brother.
- Get on him. - Hatfields, stay out of this.
- Come on now. - Get in there.
Come on, hit him.
Yeah, that's the way.
- How many more do you need? - Come on, McCoys, get up.
- Come on, we ain't done with you. - Get up.
Come on.
Get him, Phamer. Get him.
There you go, Bud.
Get in there. Yeah. Hit him.
Make him quit.
One against three.
Get in there.
- Look at him dance. - Give him your dancing lessons, Bud.
Oh, yeah.
Take this.
- Stick him. Stick him. - Make him bleed.
- Bleed them red. - Come on now.
Stick him.
Phamer.
Ellison!
- They're getting away! - Come on!
- What's going on? - They killed Ellison!
- Get them, Anse. - Hold on, little brother.
Just keep holding on.
Wait there. Hold up!
Go! GO!
Keep following them. Come on. We got them.
Where's Cotton?
Anse?
Anse, Anse.
Where's...?
Where's Cotton?
- Cotton. - Daddy?
- Come here. Come here. - Here.
Daddy?
Let the law handle it.
You get well.
We'll look after the rest.
- You all right. - Cotton, you comfort your daddy.
- Can we go home now? - You're scared.
Levicy, get him to a bed at the house.
- Chaunse, Cap, get his legs. - Can we go home now?
Come on, get him in the wagon.
Come on, get him up here.
Him who was always angling for peace...
...throwing water on fires that others started, letting...
Letting people have their way and now...
- Now may be killed for it. - What did Ellison say to you?
Asked for Cotton.
We got them!
Jim holed them up!
We got them bastard McCoys.
We got them, Anse.
Sheriff, you can't let them take us.
How's your brother, Anse?
Still alive.
But barely.
I need you to hand over your prisoners, sheriff.
I understand how you feel, Anse...
...but these boys broke Kentucky law on Kentucky soil...
...and are obliged to be tried by Kentucky justice.
Yeah?
- Well, I'll take them anyways. - Anse, give me a minute.
I wanna go on the record about all this.
I wish you would, judge.
Explain to your brother howsomever he and you and other Hatfields feel...
...and I know that's awful...
...this business requires to be done legal.
Sheriff, you acknowledge the victim was a West Virginia citizen...
...that's the essence of the case, determinative.
That's why West Virginia law prevails.
You dispute the matter here or later in court.
It's your choice, you son of a bitch.
You're likely to lose in either venue.
You abscond with these boys over my strenuous objection.
- Easy, easy. - Phamer, go.
Come on, Bud.
Damn.
He gonna...?
He gonna die?
He should have already.
Oh, my Lord.
I obtained a directive from Judge Tobias Wagner...
...instructing the sheriff to recapture and restore the boys to his custody.
Sheriff?
The law?
Ain't worth a bucket of spit.
They were kidnapped illegal, why can't we kidnap them back the same way?
Hatfields will have them guarded, could turn into a bloodbath.
Sweet Jesus, what have they done?
Jim, you go with Perry to Pikeville and get this letter to Sheriff Maynard.
Calvin, you stay here with your mother until I get back.
Poppy, you ain't going over there?
Alone, he'll do me no harm.
- It's Poppy. - What? Where?
- Right there. - Where?
- Right... You see him? - Yeah, yeah.
- He's coming to get us. - There he is. Poppy.
I come unarmed...
...to ask you for my boys.
You got my word, I'll turn them over to the law in Pikeville.
Your boys stabbed my brother.
They stabbed him over and over again, then shot him.
Penalty for that's the same in Kentucky as it is in West Virginia.
How is Ellison?
I pray he recovers.
You still believe in praying?
I do.
Well, then we'll leave it to the Almighty.
If my brother survives, you can have your boys.
And we'll let Kentucky law take its course.
If he dies...
If my brother dies, your boys will stay here...
...and not long before justice will be done on them.
Is there anything I can say or give you that'll move you from that?
No.
I'd like to see my sons.
I don't think so.
Then let their mother see them?
Yeah.
We'll send for her.
Devil Anse Hatfield...
...I rue the day I saved your life.
May God damn your eternal soul.
That might be, Randall...
...but I don't recall God saving your ass that day.
- We saved each other because that's... - Come on.
Because that's what men do in war.
And this all here, this all sits the way it sits...
...because of us and nobody else.
If you feel the need to bring up God one more time...
...whose side he sits on...
...you won't be making the ride home.
Hey.
I hope you and all your kin and friends and babies...
...come and try and rescue them so we can kill you all at once.
Not drag it out.
Jim.
Shut up.
- What? - Where's he going?
- Hey. No. - What's he doing?
- He's leaving us. - What?
He's leaving.
- Poppy! - Poppy!
- Hey, Pa!
- Hey, shut up - Poppy!
- Poppy, we're in here!
- Shut up! - We're here, Pa!
- I said shut up! - Poppy!
Hey, Pa, we're here!
Pa!
Poppy!
- Poppy! - Poppy!
Poppy!
We're here!
What are you doing?
- Cutting the boards. - What for?
It's a possibility...
It's a possibility Uncle Ellison is dying.
Jim said we need to build a coffin.
Don't you out no boards.
I tell you when you can out any boards.
Yes, sir.
You gave up my boys without a fight. Now do your job and get them back.
We have to get up a posse.
We have a written finding here from Judge Tobias Wagner...
...stating you're legally entitled to enter West Virginia in hot pursuit.
West Virginia's sovereign.
And there's armed Hatfields swarming all over.
You cannot abide by this.
If Ellison Hatfield dies...
...Devil Anse has so much as said he'd kill my sons.
Ellison dies, your sons are murderers.
- You just made some enemies, sheriff. - Get out of my way.
Reverend Garrett.
Captain Anderson Hatfield sent me to fetch you.
He promised Randall.
Ellison?
Passed over Jordan to sing with the angels.
- Oh, dear God, no. - Ma.
I'm to fetch you to your boys.
Where are they?
They're in a safe place where they can visit with their mother.
I'm to bring only her.
I gave my word.
Ride to Pikeville.
Tell your father where I am and what has happened.
All right, Ma.
I've come to see my sons.
They're inside.
- It's very Christian of you to do this. - Save it for your congregation.
Please, Captain Hatfield...
...let me take them back to Kentucky with me.
Please.
You'll get them back.
That much I can promise you.
Mama.
I brought some food from home.
Is Poppy here? Is he coming?
I've got apples from the yard tree...
."cheese.
The one you like, Bud.
- Bread your sister baked. - Ls Pop coming back?
- I got you some chicken. - From the First Book of Kings...
- Hold on, reverend. - Mama, we...
We saw Poppy riding away. When's he coming back?
When's he getting us out of here?
You can't imagine the pain that comes with giving birth to a child.
But I welcomed that pain over and over...
...so that I might have each of you.
I love you all.
And will always love you.
What about Poppy?
He will always love you too.
I mean...
Any who escape the sword of Hazael...
...will be put to death by Jehu.
And any who escape the sword of Jehu...
...will be put to death by Elisha.
But I shall spare 7000 in Israel...
...all the knees that have not bent before Baal...
...all the mouths that have not kissed him.
All right now.
Them three trees there.
Tie them tight now.
Johnse.
Is that too tight?
You're shooting Phamer there. When the time come.
You reap what you sow.
You're shooting Tolbert.
Tolbert first.
Bud.
You boys understand what's gonna happen here?
You understand why?
Make yourselves ready.
Aim.
Harden your hearts.
Surely thou shalt slay the wicked, O God...
...depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
Do not I hate them that hate thee, O Lord?
I hate them with perfect hatred, I count them mine enemies.
Same family killed your brothers, killed my pap.
Somebody ought to do something about it.
I don't see your sister.
Roseanna's ailing, still over at Aunt Betty's.
Can't travel none.
- She lose the baby? - No. It come. A girl.
But it's sickly.
- Likely to perish? - I pray not.
- But likely. - Likely.
The baby's daddy, Johnse Hatfield...
...folks is saying he's amongst them that killed your brothers.
I pray he wasn't.
Likely was.
Likely.
Tolbert...
...Phamer...
...and Bud...
...having been handled with such manifest injustice...
...and cruelly murdered...
...when they stand before the Lord...
...he will wash away their sins and take them to the promised land.
People forget...
...Hatfields killed our pap too.
Honest soldier coming home from war, doing no harm.
That's another item goes on Hatfields' account.
Shut up. Come on.
What's reckoning is past due.
- Which bill needs collecting. - Come on.
We're accepting donations for reward money...
...for the capture or killing of the murderous Hatfield.
The McCoy family thanks you.
Do not let this atrocity go unpunished.
Jesus will be smiling on you and your family.
Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.
It ain't fitting you remain here, just sitting days on end.
I know he's revenged.
I miss my daddy.
My brother was always about the work of life, he'd...
He'd not...
He'd not want you lingering about his remains.
Not when... Not when there's chores to do.
Come on.
Lot of strange faces in town.
Man hunters, Randall.
Here to bring your sons' killers to justice.
They ain't here for justice.
They're here trying to collect the bounty we're offering.
Ma'am.
This here Devil Anse Hatfield's logging enterprise?
Devil Anse won't be back till tomorrow morn.
If you're looking for work, he only hires men he know.
His neighbors, his kin.
Right now, I believe I got business with you.
What's that?
You got that funny streak of white in your hair, Tom.
Guess that's why folks call you Skunkhak.
My friends call me that.
Well, no reason we can't be friends, Tom.
Don't get testy...
...I'm just doing my job.
You got a price on your head, Mr. Skunkhair Tom Wallace.
- Got the wrong man. I done nothing - The Kentucky courts say otherwise.
You must have crossed the Tug and got lost.
- This here's West Virginia. - I'm in the right place, Tom.
McCoy family's getting indictments...
...for them that murdered their three boys.
Already posted rewards.
What the hell? How much?
I don't recollect exact. Couldn't be more than two bits or so for you.
You son of a bitch.
- Shut her down. It'll come off. - All right.
Hey. Selkirk, come here.
Come here. Where you been?
You been drinking?
- No, sir. - No?
- You were sleeping? - Yes, sir.
I'm gonna hold back 25 cents.
Yes, sir.
Twenty-five cents.
Damn.
Anse!
They scalped him, like lnjuns done it.
He was my best friend since we was little.
Jim...
He was my best friend.
Randall McCoy done this.
Thought we'd leveled the scales.
Uncle Anse.
I found these in the logs underneath Skunkhair.
Seven hundred and fifty for you.
Seeing as how you is the outlaw leader.
What in tarnation?
- Am I in there, French? - I'll be damned, Lark.
- You and me both. - They after me too.
Hell, Selkirk, you're worth more to them than me.
McCoy defector that you are. Six hundred dollars.
- Dear God Almighty. - That's Uncle Wall.
Uncle Wall wasn't even in that shooting.
This is out of hand.
Greedy bushwhackers and bloodsuckers by the dozens...
...gonna come after us.
Just keep your guns handy.
- Cap? - Yes, sir?
Take care of Skunkhair here.
Everybody else get back to work.
- Lias. - Come on.
Anse, a word.
Reckon we ought to stock up on supplies and ammo...
...if we need to take them hills if a posse come.
Nobody knows these hills like us.
Set up lookouts along the Tug.
We won't get caught unawares again.
What do you hear of Roseanna?
I once had a daughter Roseanne who's now dead to me.
How's Sally holding up?
Poorly. How would you expect?
Women are fortunate to enjoy special consideration.
If I curled up in a ball every tragic turn of events...
...I'd never get any work done.
Quit talking like an imbecile.
You never lost your sons.
- Mr. Cline? - Not now, we're busy here.
Not too busy to pay me the $250 bounty owed me...
...on Mr. Skunkhair Tom Wallace.
Should I have brung his ears too?
Put that abomination away.
I'm owed the bounty.
There were no conditions imposed.
We are not savages.
It is our duty to bring the savages in for justice.
Avoiding unnecessary wear and tear on their corpses.
Gotta get me out of West Virginia quick.
Couldn't strain my horse toting the whole carcass.
What's your name?
Frank Phillips.
You the one they call Bad Frank?
Not to my face.
And not twice.
Do not come back for more reward money, Mr. Phillips.
I will not be a party to atrocity.
In any event, we got indictments against the murderers...
...and we're sending deputies across the Tug.
No doubt they'll handle things just fine.
Ma'am.
I'd like to see Roseanna.
See our baby.
Even if she weren't too sickly...
...she'd not wanna see the murderer of her brothers.
I didn't murder them. I raised my rifle. I shot over their heads.
You can ask Alex Messer.
I built a cabin for me, Roseanna and the baby to live at.
It's a real nice one with an oilpaper window...
You built your cabin for your whiskey business.
- And to consort with whores. - Now, goddamn it...
...I took a chance coming here.
They got a reward out for me.
Please.
A man...
A man's got a right to see his own child.
You got no rights here.
Now, get yourself off my porch and gone.
I've got my rights! I'm telling you that. Goddamn it!
Come on, boy.
You see him? You see him?
- You see him? - Yeah.
I got him.
Shoot him.
Just be quiet, Parris.
Did you get him?
No.
Identify yourself.
I said, identify yourself.
Bounty hunters.
Worse kind of trash.
Cap. Get your paper and quill.
Time to put Randall McCoy on notice.
Right over there.
Right there.
Found these horses ground-tied a few miles out of town.
Figured I'd bring them in for the sheriff.
Letter pinned down there is addressed to lawyer Cline and you, Mr. McCoy.
"My name is Nat Hatfield.
I am not one individual but many."
This is good as a confession.
"We hereby notify you...
...that if you invade our state to take or kill Hatfields...
...we will charge it to you.
Your hides will pay the penalty."
Devil Anse Hatfield is threatening to kill us...
...like he done these men.
We got it in writing.
We appreciate your help, Mr. Miller.
I'm gonna get these horses over to the sheriff.
Hey, Cotton, give us another bottle.
Cotton, give us a bottle.
Johnse.
I love Johnse Hatfield so much.
Why don't he see that?
On account of you're a whore.
Better than some McCoy bitch.
- Tears of joy. - Tears.
Cap, put down the whiskey, make like nature calls.
Get my drift?
All right, I'm gonna find me a tree to water.
That's good.
You know, I knew this boy once, 30 years ago...
...could hold his hand over that fire for two minutes and take the pain.
You know who that boy was, Cotton Top?
That was your old Uncle Jim Vance.
No.
Yes. God's truth.
William Cap Hatfield.
Yeah?
Button your dick, you vulgar bastard.
I'm arresting you for the murder of Tolbert, Phamer and Bud...
Miller?
Miller. Come on, wake up.
Another one of your deputies what's gonna fix things for you?
- "Telescop..." - Scope. Scope. It's a telescope.
- Telescope. - For a gun. Latest thing.
You shoot a target at 100 yards, makes it same as 25.
Are you joshing me?
- Hard to miss at 25 yards. - Yup.
Ordered it near six months ago.
Just arrived by push boat.
Take a look, little brother.
That is one fine purchase.
I figure to use it on old Devil Anse.
Hey, give me that. Come on.
Yeah.
- You see him? - Get on the ground behind me.
Don't even breathe.
I got you this time.
- Oh, God. Parris. - Get down, everybody! Get down!
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Hey, Anse! I do believe we got ourselves a real McCoy!
Cap done shoot him dead!
You saved your pappy...
I'm proud of you, son.
You are good, boy.
Mama, you sure you won't eat some?
No, thank you, sweetheart. I'm fine.
There's something you been wanting to tell me'? What is it?
Your nephew, Parris, has been killed.
Good Lord.
Poor Parris.
You gotta do something about it, Randall.
There are more detectives and family coming back dead every week.
We can't keep poking a madman with a twig and making him madder.
We need a big stick. Someone prepared to execute our indictments.
Pa?
Let me do it. I'll get my brothers' killers.
I'll be his right hand.
I can fire a gun, Pa.
I appreciate it, but the only success we've had...
...in capturing our fugitives has been with Bad Frank.
I do not like that man. That man is a savage.
He's the only one equal to the task.
Can this bad man, this savage...
...can he bring me my boys back?
We got a paying customer for you.
Bye, Miss Nancy.
Easier seeing President Chester A. Arthur...
...than passing through these woods to get your shine.
What you want, Nancy?
Purchase some whiskey for my brother's birthday.
Though I did hear you paid a visit to my Aunt Betty.
I don't much like Aunt Betty.
Yeah, when you gonna stop trying to win over my relations?
Only one I care about...
...your cousin Roseanna, the mother of my baby.
Little Sarah Elizabeth is frail and ailing and so is Roseanna.
Folks don't expect the child to live much longer.
I'm truly sorry, Johnse.
Without the baby, I fear you'll lose Roseanna too.
After all that happened, I...
It seems like she don't want you anymore.
What am I supposed to do?
You don't deserve these hard times, Johnse.
You truly don't.
After the lady.
Uncle Wall...
...I'd like you to marry us, me and Nancy McCoy.
Jesus H. Christ Almighty, boy, you gone plum crazy?
No, sir.
What about the McCoy woman you already knocked up?
Yes, sir, well, that is a sad chapter.
It seems over with Roseanna, though not by my choosing.
It's different with Nancy.
There ain't no one opposed.
Do your ma and pa know?
You know, I ain't asking this time.
Please, Uncle Wall.
Me marrying a McCoy can help end all this dying tween our families.
By the power vested in me by the state of West Virginia...
...I now pronounce you man and wife.
Jefferson, come over here and sign this thing. Right there.
- Let me sign. - Shut up.
You sure you wanna do this, sis?
Smile, little lady, it's your wedding day.
Man and wife now.
And I expect no more trouble between us.
Not ever.
I sure hope you know what you're doing, boy.
I don't know how to tell you this but just say it.
Just come on out with it, Wall.
Yesterday, I married Johnse and Nancy McCoy.
What?
You married them?
Well, it was damn sure reluctantly, I can tell you that.
Harmon McCoy's daughter?
Oh, my God.
Well, he was looking to be lost to us, this time he just may have succeeded.
Well, Anse, he thinks it'll make peace tween you and Randall.
He does, huh?
Somebody tell me how a son of mine...
...could turn out to be so goddamn dumb?
- Cap? - Yeah?
Get your horse, go fetch your brother.
No matter how you fortify it...
...this place is too close to the Tug and open to attack.
As long as Perry Cline keeps putting up bounties...
...the wolves are gonna keep on coming.
Wall, I think we sent Kentucky a notion on how we deal with bounty hunters.
Damn it, Jim, all I'm saying is you all would be better off...
...deeper in the mountains.
Just to be safe, Anse.
Well, I'll take it under advisement, Wall.
And don't you let Johnse bring his new McCoy hussy with him.
Oh, I'll bring him home, Mama.
He killed him.
Jefferson, get back here.
When you're doing the trick with me...
...are you picturing Roseanna?
I try not to.
Trying but failing?
I need more time, I guess.
I'll give you time, Johnse.
I can wait a long time for what I want.
Anybody the hell in there?
That's my brother.
Jefferson.
You got to hide me.
- Why we gotta do that? - You can't let me hang, sis.
Not for no fight that I can't even remembers because I was drunk...
...and feels terrible about poor Fred Wolford.
- Fred Wolford? - The mailman.
We was at a barn dance...
...drinking, arguing, went out back.
Commenced to scuffle.
I just give him a little cutting and he tried to shoot me.
So I wrenched that gun around and I made him shoot his own damn self.
Oh, hell.
He died this morning.
Now they all out there looking for me. They got a reward up.
Come here, baby. You gonna be all right.
All right.
We'll feed you, you can spend the night here.
You're gonna be safe here, Jefferson.
For the night.
As long I'm here.
I don't look like the girl Johnse romanoed no more.
Will he still want me looking like this?
Too late to worry about that.
I didn't want to stir the pot...
...but here it is.
Johnse's gone and got himself married...
...to your cousin Nancy.
Did you hear me?
Johnse Hatfield...
...married Nancy McCoy.
Mr. Phillips, good to see you.
Equally good to see the two of you.
I suspect you know why I called this meeting here this morning?
Y'all looking for someone to lead a posse across the river.
And I'm the only gun handler round here who's man enough for the job.
You're awful full of yourself, ain't you?
I wouldn't call it that.
I wasted some years of my misspent youth...
...a-riding with Jesse and Frank.
Once got to witness Wild Bill kill a man, so I seen better than me.
Though not many.
And I can't help but see what you gotta choose from.
I didn't realize you'd once been an outlaw.
Well, that, of course, was before I was saved.
Long prior to my being washed clean of sin...
...by the blood of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ.
You sure don't act Christian.
I'm a warrior for God, Mr. McCoy.
A fighter of evil.
Right and ready to take on your demon murderers.
I heard you were a Pinkerton man.
I was.
Till I got shot in the back by Hatfields, left me with my limp.
Another reason warrants my hiring.
I bear Devil Anse Hatfield and all his kin a personal grudge.
Now, let me get this straight now.
Randall wants his governor to make our governor arrest us...
- ...and cart us over to Kentucky? - It's called extradition.
I don't think our Governor Wilson will agree to it.
I got my own ace in this poker game.
My friend John Floyd works with Wendy at the capital now.
Yes, sir. Our new assistant secretary of state.
John will help out.
It's Cap and Johnse.
How do we handle this boy, Levicy?
Well, not by pushing and pulling him.
That's what drove him into the arms of another McCoy.
You wanna untie this knot...
...you get her to hate him.
Take your hat off in here.
Thank you, Ma.
So how is the married man?
Doing just fine, Uncle Wall. Just fine.
So marriage suits you then, huh?
Yes, sir, right down to the ground.
She must be one sorry-ass cook.
You choosing a ham supper over a comely McCoy bride.
Well, she ain't a McCoy no more, is she? She's Hatfield.
Mrs. Johnse Hatfield.
Hatfield ain't just a name on a piece of paper.
Don't expect to bring her around here like the last one.
Things get spoke that ain't for McCoy ears.
- I didn't bring her here, did I? - Don't sass your father.
Your philandering helped make this mess.
Please, you know what? I get enough grief at home.
Truth be told, I needed to get away for a bit.
Ain't her. I mean, Nancy treats me fine.
It's just...
...her goldang brother's...
...turning my honeymoon into misery.
Jefferson McCoy?
- I heard he killed a mailman. - Got a goldang reward up too.
You're harboring a McCoy with a price on his head?
Nancy says it's just for a while.
Says it's her duty to protect him.
Well, loyal sis.
- How much is the reward? - I don't know.
A hundred dollars maybe.
Well, we just want you to be happy, son.
Why don't you take a little time away from home?
Wouldn't hurt none.
Go hunting with your pa.
It's true I haven't been hunting for a spell.
- You up to going with me, Johnse? - That'd be nice.
I don't know. Yeah, I might as well.
Shit, better than watching my layabout brother-in-law...
...drink up all my whiskey profits, right?
Amen to that.
I believe that's a Jefferson McCoy.
Who's saying that?
Johnse Hatfield's Uncle Jim Vance...
...and his little brother, Cap.
Where's Johnse?
Out hunting with his pa.
So, what you doing here?
Doing a little hunting ourselves.
Well...
...not much hunting around here. Place is all shot out of deer and such.
Oh, there's still critters here.
And one critter in particular...
...has a handsome reward on his head.
Nancy! Come on.
What are you doing to my brother?
Do something! They ain't gonna take me in!
Get off!
Get back in that cabin, Miss McCoy. Get yourself dressed proper.
Get off of him, you old coot!
- What the hell you gonna do? - Don't let them take me, sis!
Nancy!
Get off!
I'll show you.
- Come on. - Get up, Nancy!
Let go! No. Get off me, you damn...!
You bitch! You good-for-nothing bitch!
Wanna use a whip? You could use a whipping, girl.
- Don't let him do that to you! - I bet you like that, you mean little...
That's enough, Uncle Jim.
- Get off of her! - Stop it, Jim.
Stop it, Jim.
Stop it. That's enough.
He's getting away.
Come on, Cap, we're gonna lose him.
Stabilize me.
I ain't drowned!
- Come on. - You Hatfield pig-shit morons!
Come and get me, you goddamn pecker pullers!
What's the matter with you? You can't swim?
Go ahead! Shoot!
You fog-eyed, half-blind bastard! Here I am!
You one-eyed ape!
Come on!
Yeah!
A hole in the head.
You're good, boy.
Nancy.
Jesus.
Somebody bashed you?
Oh, my God.
Jim Vance beat me like I was a mule. Or worse.
Uncle Jim?
He did disgusting things to me.
Him and Cap come in here and take Jefferson.
Now, you tell me true whether you had anything to do with that.
I swear to you, I didn't.
Nancy, I swear it.
Well, then you go and you get after them...
...and you bring my brother back here.
- You go on and do that. - Oh, goddamn.
- You do that for me. - Goddamn it.
Get!
I can't, Nance.
Can't or you won't?
I can't.
It's already been played out.
I seen my brother Cap down the road.
If Jefferson tried to run...
- ...Cap had to shoot him. - No.
- Jefferson's killed, Nance. - Oh, hell.
Oh, shit.
Now I ain't got no one.
Now, come here. Come here.
Hey.
My brother's dead.
Now I ain't got nobody.
Now my brother's dead.
- Now my brother's dead. - Hey. You got me.
- You still got me. - No!
- No, goddamn it! - Come here.
Don't touch me! Stop it!
- I don't want you here! - Stop it!
- No! - Come on, come on. Hey, I got you.
No.
Goddamn it.
You get out of here.
Get! Get out of here!
Why you wanna be on the posse?
I don't like Hatfields.
- Were you in the army? - I tried to enlist. Both sides.
There's something awry with my genitals.
- It prevent you from riding a horse? - Not anymore.
And I'm a fine shot.
I can hit a rat's ass at 40 yards.
Leave word where to find you when it comes to that.
Next.
My name is Ransom Bray.
I am armed and ready to ride.
And I'll take on your fight...
...agin anyone or anything you put in front of me.
Mr. Phillips, I ain't here to just join a posse.
I wanna be your personal deputy.
Because I work hard and I wouldn't...
Any law enforcement experience?
Well, I wanna learn the occupation.
Because I know I'd be good at it.
Now, I ain't gonna give you no guff.
All right, look, you take me on...
...and I'll even split my wages with you.
Well, sir...
...let me talk to Mr. Cline and Mr. McCoy about you.
There's a lady upstairs wanting to talk to you.
Gentlemen, I'll be back.
Man downstairs said you had something to tell me.
How'd you like to know where Selkirk McCoy is?
Traitor that killed his own kin.
What would you want in return?
For you to kill Jim Vance.
Man that did this to my face.
Worse than that, killed my brother and my pap.
Jim Vance is on the list.
Sooner or later, we gonna get every damn one.
Not just get him...
...kill him.
You can demonstrate on Selkirk.
He's working down at Beckleyville...
...using a fake name.
Want me to kill him too?
Makes me no never mind. It's Jim Vance I hate.
And just one other thing.
Just leave Johnse Hatfield be.
For now.
Ready?
Selkirk McCoy, the kin killer.
Yes, sir, I believe that's you.
Well, you got me wrong, sir. Name's Bidwell.
Stop the horseshit.
You're Selkirk McCoy and we damn well know it.
Don't... Don't kill me.
Don't kill me, I give up. I give up. You got me dead to rights.
Man who'd shoot his own cousins don't expect to let hisself get taken alive.
- Make your play. - I ain't wearing no gun.
My hands are up.
I won't deny a man his right to defend hisself.
I'll count you five, you go for it.
- One, two... - Aaron, you tell them I surrendered.
- ...three. - I'm getting down on the floor.
I'm helpless and surrendered.
You got a witness right there. He knows I give myself up.
Yeah. Real-life Judas lscariot.
Don't do it, mister. It ain't right.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe he ain't worth the price of a bullet.
Yes, sir. No, sir.
Hit me, Cap.
It's me.
- Open the damn door. - He's alone.
Hey, sugar.
Damn it, boy.
You insane, boy?
That's right, Johnse, don't give up.
Yeah.
Come on, boys.
- Yeah, boss! - You shut up.
Jim? Jim? You're gonna throw your back out again.
Jim, stop.
- Why'd you do it, Uncle Jim? - What the hell? Do what?
Jim?
Get your brother, Cap.
- Let's get them. - Come on.
All right now.
Get up.
It's not funny now, Johnse. Get off your uncle.
I'm gonna kill you!
You monster! Nancy says you damn near raped her!
That's a goddamn lie! That bitch came at me first!
That's my wife you're talking about, goddamn it!
Johnse, settle down! You're drunk!
- Sit. Sit. Sit. - You just stay there, Uncle Jim.
The only way I could come here was liquored up.
I hate going up against my family like this.
Jim's right about Nancy. She started whipping him with a cow's tail.
Right near took my eye out, she did.
I had to jerk that thing out of her hand to save myself!
I'm sorry, Johnse, but... You know.
You hear about Selkirk?
That Bad Frank prick hauled him off to a Pikeville jail.
How'd he know where he was, Johnse?
Selkirk was incognito.
Only us Hatfields knew where he was.
I am foursquare Hatfield.
Front and back, dawn to dusk.
Yeah, well...
...that's why emotions are running so wild.
Because there's a spy amongst us.
Papers come through. It's official.
"Special Deputy, state of Kentucky, Mr. Frank Phillips."
Sent by Governor Simon Buckner.
You should be very pleased, Mr. Phillips.
Men, should you meet resistance...
...you use no more force than is necessary to prevail.
We are not infidels like the Hatfields. We embody the law.
Let us pray.
Dear Lord, may you be with us today and bless our endeavors. Amen.
Years past, you'd have lead the charge and fixed this mess yourself.
But today, you best leave it to the younger men.
He killed my boys. This is my fight.
Your sons can ride in your stead.
With dignified regard, Mr. McCoy, you ain't deputized.
He's right, Randall. You're the one insists this all be legal.
Let's ride!
Our boys will be fine.
I thought you were going off with them.
They reckon I'm too old and shaky.
I'd slow them down.
They're young men.
We should pray for their safety.
You ever get tired of praying, Randall?
Seems like it so rarely works.
It's not ours to question God's will.
That's what faith's for.
Don't be fearful, Mother.
It gets awful dark in these woods at night.
We could use some of Tom Edison's electric lightning balls.
There's so much I wanted to give you.
So much, Sally.
But all I brought you is pain in this life.
Others have but not you.
You always believe what you say, Randall.
That is a rare quality and I admire you for it.
That why you married me?
I married you because one day you're gonna buy me...
...that electric double-boiler.
Where's the guards?
I don't know. Maybe waiting to ambush us.
There ain't nobody here, Mr. Phillips.
Food on the stove, plates on the table.
Let's wait till they get back.
Devil ain't coming back.
Heard us coming, gone deep in the hills.
At least we got him on the run.
Now...
...we got others to go fetch.
Wake up, Frenchie, you lazy son of a bitch.
Don't kick me, Lark, you asshole.
Lark Varney!
French Ellis!
Come on outside!
We'll give you one chance!
Well, who are you?
Deputy marshals out of Pike County!
We got warrants!
Toss out your guns and come on out!
We're looking for Devil Anse Hatfield!
Either one of you mushheads know where he went to?
Hey, that you, Ransom Bray?
Hey, I know you. I'm friends with the fella...
...that's humping your sister Ruth Anne back home!
Thought maybe I'd look her up myself, but the line's too long!
Frenchie. They killed me, Frenchie.
I'm go... I'm gunshot.
Tell us where the Hatfields run off to, we'll spare you!
Hey, Lark.
They shot me, Frenchie.
Come on, have some of this.
Come on. You gotta stay with me, Lark.
Okay.
- I'm getting you out, okay? - Okay. Okay.
You put up a good show, and I'll make a run for it.
- Circle behind them, okay? - Okay. Okay.
Come on.
All right, we're coming! Hold your fire!
Lark can tell you about the Hatfields.
All right, you break to the right, I'll go left, okay?
Okay.
Damn it.
All right, I quit this fight.
Here's my gun.
If I'd have known y'all was coming, I would have put my Sunday best on.
French, you're under arrest for your part in the illegal execution...
...of the sons of Randall McCoy.
How you know my sister, Ruth Anne?
Them McCoy boys. Calvin, Jim.
I see y'all taking up your daddy's war.
Jesus, you already got Alex and Charlie?
You know that other fella, I don't recognize.
Y'all just bound up anybody you come across?
All you need to know is this warrant has your name on it.
Yeah, I reckon I'm gonna hang.
Be a big disappointment to my family.
We'll take you straightaway to Anse, you won't have to ride in the cage.
How you know my sister?
Hell, everybody pass through Bluefield gets a poke job from Ruth Anne Bray.
What the hell?
Made one damn remark too many.
He was taking us to Devil Anse!
He don't know where Hatfield is.
French Ellis was always a fat liar.
How do you know him?
We was in school together. The one year I went.
The way I fire asswipe morons...
...is I put a bullet in their goddamn heads.
Won't happen again. I apologize.
We gotta do this right.
Politic.
No more trail justice, you hear?
I might wanna be sheriff one day.
Come on.
Hey.
Picked up our ammo and our Winchesters.
Good.
Dumb McCoy's raiding all the push boats.
- Didn't think to check the mail wagon. - Yeah.
Is it true? ls Governor Wilson here?
Next best thing. He sent his boy John B. Floyd.
No, no.
John, now, I want you to understand this.
Now, what we got here...
...is Lark Varney, French Ellis, Skunkhair Wallace, all of them dead.
Then we got Alex Messer, Selkirk, Plyant Mahon...
...about half a dozen others kidnapped.
I hear you, Wall.
Hard to know how many of our relations...
...they've buried in unmarked graves.
You have Governor Wilson's complete support, Anse.
- He's doing everything he can. - It's pretty clear it ain't enough.
I petitioned the U.S. District Court for writs of habeas corpus...
...on our imprisoned citizens.
Now, Governor Wilson has had a heated exchange of telegrams...
...with Governor Buckner.
- Heated exchange? - Yes, sir.
You hear that, Wall? They had a...
They had themselves a heated exchange.
Get me troopers at the border, John.
Troopers at the border.
So when McCoy tries it again, you stop his ass.
John, John.
What these son of bitches are doing is illegal.
Ain't no out-of-state lawman got the right...
...to invade another sovereign state, to abduct citizens...
...warrant or no damn warrant.
I sent an official requisition to Kentucky...
...calling for the arrest of Frank Phillips and 23 members of his posse.
Kentucky ain't gonna do nothing.
But if they try to invade West Virginia again...
...Mr. McCoy's posse can be arrested here.
By who?
Hell, deputize us, give us a few cannons...
...we'll ride into Pikeville, end this shit right now.
You are talking about starting another civil war.
That's not talk, John.
That's what we already got.
So you tell the governor he steps in or I will.