Getting on, surviving, I think, up here.

I'll get you some coffee.

Only thing I know how to do is no.

Undertakers like me, cattle not so much.

That ain't true.

Ain't no rancher rustled horses, not

raised them, stole cattle, not birthed them.

As I was reading the newspaper, I was

reading about an old ranch features hope

down by Blackwater, was you? Well, Jack

read it to me, but I thought maybe we

could raise some money, bank could lend

us the rest, we could be happy, John. Wait,

loans? I got a goddamn price on my head,

woman. I know, I know all about that. Every

time we bout to get somewhere, make

something, you go and show the entire

world that you ain't Jimmy Milton. Every

place we been, it's been the same. We

start doing okay and then, BOOM, you act

like the big man with the gun. Tired, John.

And I guess I was dreaming a little, at

least give me that. Just feels hopeless.

You doing better, Milton? Milton, ma'am. Mr.

Geddes needs you to head over to

Strawberry in the wagon and collect some

mail for him at the post office. Sure, I'll

take the boy with me, he's getting soft.

Lancelot.

Come on, Jim. If you're heading that way,

can you pick up a parcel for me? Addressed

that ordered, I think it's in your name.

My name? I think so. One's in your name and

the other one's in mine. I only want you

to come in, but now I'm let's shopping.

You done? Oh, yes, a real keen purchaser of

goods, me. Look at me.

Okay, Lancelot, McMahon out of you yet? Not

too much of a man, mind, he's only a boy.