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hwp - Fire!
- Stand back!
In the woods, boys, in the woods!
- Fire!
- Lets go! Ride!
Fall back!
You okay?
Come on, Bob!
This way!
Hey, you all right?
Gatling! They got a Gatling.
Goddamn it, Cole! This stopped
being fun about two years ago.
Move that wagon!
- Down!
- Fire!
Cole, Bob, you okay?
Takes more than a cannon
to kill the Youngers.
- The cannons doing a good job, Cole!
- Some Indian tracker you are, Tom.
You pay me to find Bluecoats.
There they are.
- Get me James.
- Jesse?
No, not Jesse. The one that can shoot.
- Frank!
- Frank!
Hold your ground!
Frank, up front!
Jesse, watch your back.
Watch your heads, boys.
- Cannon or Gatling?
- Fire!
- Cannon!
- Cannon.
- Where you been?
- Whats up?
Nothing really.
When I put my head up,
they shoot at me.
- So, we got a plan?
- My plan of pissing myself is working.
I can hit those boys.
We need a distraction.
A distraction?
Why the hell didnt you just say so?
- Hes smiling.
- Thats never a good thing.
Get that rider!
- Were coming, Jesse!
- Head out!
Take the hill! Charge!
Pull back!
Come on!
Go on, get. Get!
Go on! Go on!
- Distracting enough?
- They hardly noticed.
- I could have done more?
- Uh-huh!
- Such as?
- You could have worn a womans bonnet.
- That wouldve made an impression.
- I figure.
By the time you figure out stuff,
Im already finished doing it.
Youre always doing stuff
before Im finished figuring it out.
Goddamn, boy!
Wait till we get to Missouri.
Tell them gals about how
Jesse James charged the Union Army.
- He keeps that up, hell outrank you.
- Ill still be better-looking, right?
Lets meet on that south road.
See if we can get those Yankees
Jesse here scared off.
- Ride with me, cousin.
- I could use the walk.
All right. Well have
horses waiting for you at the road.
All right, Rangers, lets ride!
I would sound stupid
saying something like that.
Where you going?
- Theres Yankees back there.
- Wars over.
General Lee surrendered yesterday
at Appomattox.
- Yesterday.
- Somebody better tell the Yankees!
- What do you reckon, cousin?
- Home. Cole, we go home.
We ride like hell and God help any
fool who comes between me and my farm.
Thats the best plan I heard all war.
Well, boys, lets ride!
- Hello, Liberty, Missouri!
- Lets go home, back to our farms.
Planting corn, harvesting corn,
eating corn.
Corn gonna shoot me?
- Then I love it.
- Lets go!
We got problems.
Got a garrison in town.
Were in occupied territory.
- Hands off your hip.
- Are you scared?
Pick your fights. You taught me that.
- Jesus, mercy.
- Thats Charlie Higgins.
- Im cutting him down.
- Not now, Cole.
- Whats wrong with you?
- Lf we have to kill them...
...I dont wanna warn them.
I wanna make sure Jim
and the girls are okay.
Stop by and tell our ma were fine.
Well see Doc Mimms.
Excuse me, sir,
were here for the doctor.
- Jesse. Frank.
- Zerelda?
- Little Zee Mimms?
- You were little Jesse James.
Yeah, but you got big!
I mean, Zee, you aged!
I mean, in a good way,
you got big and older.
- Frank, say something.
- No, youre doing just fine.
- Frank. Jesse.
- Daddy.
- Wheres Web?
- He rode right into them, screaming.
- Web did that?
- He jumped his horse over our heads.
Killed before they
knew what hit them.
- Took out a Gatling gun and a cannon.
- Saved all our lives, doc.
None of the Liberty boys wouldve
come home if not for Web. Gods truth.
- Web died fighting?
- Web died a hero.
But still died.
Doc, if theres anything we can do,
we want to help.
Think about yourselves.
Dont end up like Charlie Higgins.
They found out he was a
Quantrill Raider.
They arrested him, tried him by
military tribunal and hanged him.
- But theres general amnesty.
- Not if you rode in a partisan band.
Youre in more danger
because youve got a farm.
Railroad men come in offering
