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People did not give it credence that a young girl could leave home.
And go off in the winter time to avenge her father's blood.
But it did happen.
I was just fourteen years of age when a coward by the name of Tom Chaney shot my father down.
And robbed him of his life, and his horse.
And two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser pant.
Chaney was a hired man.
And Papa had taken him up to fort Smith to help lead back a string of mustang ponies he'd brought.
In town, Chaney had followed to drink.
And cards, and lost all his money.
He got it into his head he was being cheated.
And went back to the boarding house for his Henry Rifle.
When Papa tried to intervene.
Chaney shot him.
Chaney fled.
He could have walked his horse.
For not a soul in that city could be bothered to give chase.
No doubt Chaney fancied himself, scott free.
But he was wrong.
You must pay for everything in this world, one way or another.
There is nothing free.
Except the grace of God.
Is that the man?
That is my father.
If you would like to kiss him,
It would be all right.
He's gone to heaven.
Praise the Lord.
Why is it so much?
The quality of the casket.
And of the embaming.
The life like appearance requires time and art.
And the chemicals go dear, particulars are nubbin.
If you'd like to kiss him, It would be all right.
Thank you, the spirit does flow.
Your wire said fifty dollars.
You did not specify that he was to be shipped.
Well sixty dollars is every cent we have. That leaves nothing for our board.
Yarnell you proceed for the body to be transport at the train station, and complete home.
I'll sleep here tonight.
I want to collect father's receipts and see to other business.
Your mama didn't say nothing about you settling no business here.
It's business mama didn't know about. It's all right Yarnell, I dismiss you.
I am not sure.
Tell mama not to sign anything until I return home and see that Papa is buried in his Mason's apron.
Your terms are agreeable, if I might pass the night here.
Here, among these people?
-These people? -I'm expecting three more souls.
Sutherland, Smith, and His-tongue-in-the-rain.
Take it easy gentlemen, you were aware.
And train up your children the way that they should go.
You see what has become of me.
Because of drink.
I killed a man.
In a triffiling quarrel over a pocket knife.
If I had received this instruction as a child...
Could you point out the sheriff?
Him with the moustaches.
I would be with my wife and children today. I do not know what is to become of them.
But I hope and pray that she will not slight them and compel them to go into low company.
Well.
I killed the wrong man, as the which why I'm here.
Had I killed the man I meant to. I don't believed I'd a been convicted.
I see men out there in that crowd, that's worse than me.
Okay.
Before I hang, I would like to say.
(Chanting in Indian tongue)
Naw, we ain't arrested him.
They caught up to him, but he lit out to the territory.
I would think that he throwed in to Lucky Ned Pepper, who's gang robbed him.
Mail house yesterday at the Rotel river.
Well, why are you not looking for him?
I ain't no authority in the Indian Nation.
Tom Chaney is the business of the U.S Marshall’s now.
When will they arrest him?
Not soon, I'm afraid, the Marshall’s are not well staffed.
And I'll tell you, frankly, Chaney is at the end of a long list of fugitives and malefactors.
Could I hire a Marshall to pursue Tom Chaney?
You have a lot of experience with bounty hunters, do you?
That is a silly question. I am here to settle my father's affairs.
-All alone. -I am the person for it.
Mama was never any good at sums. And she could hardly spell 'cat'.
I intend to see Papa's killer hang.
Well, nothing prevents you from offering a reward and so informing the Marshall’s.
I'd pay real money though, to be persuasive.
Chaney's across the river, in Choctaw nation.
I will see to the money. Who's the best Marshall?
I'd have to weigh that.
William Waters, is the best tracker.
He's half Comanche, and it is something to see him cut the sun.
The meanest, is Rooster Cogburn.
He is a pitiless man. Double tough. Fear don't enter into his thinking.
Hmm, lots of pulled cork.
The best is probably, L.T. Quinn.
He brings his prisoners in alive.
Now he may let one slip out.
Now and again, but he believes that even the worst of men, is entitled to a fair share.
Where can I find this, Rooster?
The place is occupied.
I know it is occupied Mr. Cogburn. As I said, I have business with you.
I have prior business.
You've been at it for quite some time, Mr. Cogburn.
There is no call for my business.
The hell with you. How did you spot me here?
The sheriff told me to look in the saloon.
The saloon had afford me here, we must talk.
Women aren't allowed in the saloon.
I was not there as a customer. I am fourteen years old.
The place is occupied.
Will be for some time.
Good evening.
If you would like to sleep in a coffin, I would be honored.
How much are you paying for cotton?
Nine and a half, for low and middlin' and ten for ordinary.
Think I'm surprise of that, really.
I sold to the Wizten brothers in Little Rock for eleven cents.
Then I suggest you take the balance of it to the Witzen brothers.
I take the balance to Witzen.
At ten and a half.
Why'd you come here to tell me this?
I thought I might shop around a place. I'm doing alright in Little Rock.
I'm Mattie Ross.
Daughter of Frank Ross.
Aw, tragic thing.
May I say, your father impressed me.
With his manly qualities. He was a close trader, but he acted a gentleman.
My post was to sell those ponies back to you, that my father brought.
Well that I fear, is out of the question.
Well, we'll see that they are shipped to you, at my earliest convenience.
We don't want the ponies now, we don't need them.
Well that hardly concerns me. Your father brought the ponies, and paid for them.
And there's an end to it. I have the bill of sale.
And I want $300 for Papa's saddle horse that was stolen from your stable.
You'll have to take that up with the man who stole the horse.
Tom Chaney stole the horse while it was in your care.
You were responsible.
Yeah, I admire your sin.
But I believe you'll find I'm not liable for such claims.
You were the custodian.
If you were a bank that were robbed. You could not simply tell your depositors to go hang.
I do not entertain hypotheticals. The world as it is vexing enough.
Secondly your evaluation of the horse is high.
By about two hundred dollars. How old are you?
If anything, my purse is low.
My Judy was a fine racing mare.
I've seen her jump a eight rung fence with a rider at four eighteen.
Oh, it's all very interesting.
The ponies are yours, take them.
Your father horse was stolen by a murderous criminal.
I have provided reasonable protection for the creature as per our implicit agreement.
My watchmen had his teeth knocked out, you can take on his suit.
That would take to long.
You have no case.
Courage would make the dartmore to long.
This is by a jury.
Petitioned by a widow and three small children.
I will pay two hundred dollars to your fathers estate.
When I have in my hand a letter from your lawyer,
absolving me of all liability from the beginning of the world to today.
I'll take two hundred dollars for Judy,
plus one hundred for the ponies.
And twenty five dollars for the grey horse that Tom Chaney left.
He was easily worth, forty.
That is three hundred and twenty five dollars, sold.
The ponies have no part in it. I will not buy them.
And the price for Judy is three hundred and twenty five dollars.
I would not pay three hundred and twenty five dollars for winged Pegasus.
As for the grey horse, it does not belong to you.
The grey horse was lent to Tom Chaney by my father.
Chaney only had the use of him.
I would pay two hundred and twenty five dollars.
And keep the grey horse.
And I want the ponies.
Then it's settled, then.
There will be no settlement after I leave this office and go to the court of law.
All right, this is my last offer.
Two hundred and fifty dollars.
For that I get the release, previously discussed.
And I keep your father's saddle.
The grey horse is not yours to sell.
The saddle is not for sale. I will keep it.
Glory Daniel will approve of the grey horse. He will come after you with a great vengeance.
What? All right, now look, listen very carefully.
As I will not bargain further.
I'll will take the ponies back, and the grey horse. Which is mine.
And settle...
For three hundred dollars. Now you must take that or leave it.
And I do not much care which it is.
My Lawyer Decker would not wish me to consider anything under three hundred and twenty five dollars.
But I will settle for three hundred and twenty.
If I am given twenty in advance.
Now here's what I have to say about that saddle.
Frank Post's store.
Oh, poor child.
Now you are staying with us, or you hurry back home to your momma.
I'll stay here, if you can have me.
I just had my stay at the undertakers.
In the company of three corpses.
I felt like Ezekiel.
In valley of the dry bones.
Then, God bless you.
Now that you'll be rooming with, Grandma Turner.
But that is all that we got, with all the people in town come to see the hanging.
This was in your poor father's room.
That is everything.
There are no light fingers in this house.
If you need something for to tote the gun around?
I can give you an empty flour sack for a nickel.
Well what did you see when you arrived?
A woman, was out in the yard.
Dead with blow flies on her face.
An old man was inside with his breast opened by a scatter gun. His feet burned.
He was still alive, but just. Said those two Wharton boys had done it.
-Rode up, drunk. -Objection.
Hearsay.
My declaration, your honor.
Objection's overruled. Proceed Mr. Cogburn.
Now them two Wharton boys, Otis and C.C. rode down on him.
Asked him where his money was, but he wouldn't tell them.
They lit pine nut items to his feet.
He told them the money was in the fruit jar.
Under a grey rock at the corner of the smoke house.
And then?
Well I got on, after one considerable fact.
What'd you do then?
I and Marshall Potter and went out to the smoke house.
And that rock had been moved, the jar with the money in it was gone.
-Objection, speculative. -Sustained.
You found a flat grey rock, in the corner of the smoke house.
With a hollowed out space there.
If the prosecutor is going to give evidence, I suggest he be sworn.
Mr. Cogburn. What did you find, if anything, in the corner of that smokehouse?
Halved-out grey rock with a hollowed out space under it, nothing there.
-Well what did you? -No jar or nothing.
Well, rode up to the Wharton boys area, there with a north fork tracker The Canadian.
What did you find?
The Canadian.
I had my glass, spotted them two boys and their old daddy Aaron.
Went down the quick bank with some hogs.
They killed a shoat.
And a fire built up under a wash pot for scalding water.
What'dja do?
Announced we was U.S. Marshall’s, I hollered out to Aaron.
I needed to talk to his two boys.
He raised an axe.
Raised to cussing us and blathering this court.
What did he do then?
I backed away from the axe.
Tried to talked some sense into him.
While this was going on C.C. he edges over to the wash pot there, behind the steam.
Picks up a shot gun.
Potter seen him, but it was to late.
C.C. went and pulled out on Potter with one barrel.
Turned to do the same for me and I shot him.
And the old man raised the axe.
And I shot him.
Otis lit out, and I shot him.
Bizzy working there when he hit the ground, Otis was just gone.
Did you find the jar with a hundred and twenty dollars in it?
-Leading. -Sustained.
What happened then?
Found a jar with a hundred and twenty dollars in it.
What became of Otis Wood?
There he sits.
You may ask, Mr. Gaudy.
Thank you Mr. Farlow.
Mr. Cogburn.
In your four years as a U.S. Marshall.
How many men have you shot?
Never shot nobody that didn't ask for it.
Well that was not the question.
How many?
Shot or killed?
Let us restrict it to killed, so that we may have a manageable figure.
About twelve.
Fifteen stopped them in flight, defended myself, etcetera.
Around twelve he says.
Or fifteen.
So many, you cannot keep a precise count.
I have examined the records, and can supply the accurate figure.
Uhh...
I believe them two Wharton boys makes it twenty three.
And how many members of this one family,
the Wharton family, have you killed?
-Inebriated or.. -Didn't you also shoot Dub Wharton, brother?
And Clete Wharton, half brother.
Well Clete was selling northern spirits to the Cherokee. He come at me with a king bolt
A King bolt?
You are armed, and he advanced upon you.
With nothing more than a king bolt?
From a wagon turn?
I've seen men retort with nothing more than a king bolt. I defended myself.
Returning to the other encounter.
With Aaron Wharton, and his two remaining sons.
You sprang from cover.
With revolver in hand.
-That'd be it. -Loaded and cocked.
Well if it ain't loaded and cocked, it don't shoot.
And like his son, Aaron Wharton advanced against an armed man.
Well he was armed, he had an axed raised.
I believe you testified you backed away from Aaron Wharton.
-That's right. -Which direction were you going?
I always go backwards, when I'm backing up.
Very amusing.
Yeah, he advanced on you much in the manner of Clete Wharton.
Menacing you with that little ol' King bolt, or mince packer, or whatever that was.
Said he surely commit to cussin'.
-Laid about a threat. -And you were backing away.
How many steps before the shooting started?
Uh, seven to eight steps.
Good, and Wharton keeping pace.
Advancing away from his campfire.
Seven, eight, steps.
What would that be?
Fifteen, twenty take?
I suppose.
Will you explain to this jury, Mr. Cogburn.
Why Mr. Wharton was found immediately by his wash pot, one arm in the fire.
His sleeve and hand smoldering.
Did you move the body after you shot him?
Why would I do that?
You did not drag the body over to the fire and throw his arm in.
-No, sir. -Two witnesses.
Who arrived on the scene will testify to the location of the body.
You do not remember moving the body.
So it was, a cold blooded bushwhack, while poor Mr. Wharton was tending his campfire.
Objection.
If that's where the body was, I might have moved him.
I do not remember.
Why, would you move the body, Mr. Cogburn?
Them hogs were moving around, they might have moved him.
I'd do not remember.
... son of a bitch.
-Mr. Cogburn. -What do you want?
I'd like to talk to you a minute.
What is it?
They tell me you're a man with, True Grit.
What do you want, girl?
Speak up, tucker down.
Let me do that.
Your makings are due dry.
I'm looking for the man who shot and killed my father, Frank Ross in front of the Monarch boarding house.
The man's name is Tom Chaney.
They say he's over in Indian territory, and I need someone to go after him.
What's your name, girl.
My name is Mattie Ross.
We're located in Yell county.
My mother is at home looking after my sister Victoria and my brother little Frank.
You best go home to them.
They'll need help with the charges.
There is a fugitive warrant out for Chaney.
Government will pay you two dollars to bringing him in plus two cents a mile for expenses.
On top of that, I will pay you a fifty dollar reward.
What are you?
What you got there in your poke?
My god, poke for a gun.
You're no bigger than a corn muffin. What are you doing with a pistol like that?
Well I intend to kill Tom Chaney with it.
-Kill Tom Chaney? -Well the law prefers to do so.
Well that piece will do the job for you.
If you find a house Dep to arrest him for you, and the world is behind you.
Nobody here knew my father and I'm,
afraid nothing's going to be done about Chaney except I do it.
My brother is a child, and my mother is indecisive and hobbled by grief.
I don't believe you fifty dollars.
I will contract Lieutenant Stone, who will wish to make payment tomorrow, or the next day.
Once our lawyer countersigns.
Don't believe in fairy tales sermons or stories about muddy babies. Accepting but thanks for the cigarette.
Isn't your Mama expecting you home, dear?
My business is not yet finished.
Mrs. Flor, have any rooms opened up?
Grandma Turners. The bed is quite narrow.
The second floor in the back did open up.
But uh, that gentleman on the porch,
has just taken it.
Oh but don't worry yourself, dear.
You're not disturbing Grandma Turner.
My name is La Boeuf.
I just come from Yell county.
We have no ruffian friends in Yell county.
The all get you ....
I saw your mother yesterday morning.
She said for you to come right on home.
What was your business there?
This is a man I think you know.
You called him Tom Chaney.
I believe. All the months I've been tracking him he has used the name, Theron Chelmsford.
John Todd Anderson,
and others.
He dailed in Monroe Louisiana, and Pine Bluff, Arkansas.
Before turning up at your fathers place.
Then why did you not catch him at, Pine Bluff Arkansas or Monroe Louisiana?
He is a crafty one.
I thought him slow witted myself.
That was his act.
It was a good one.
Are you some kind of law?
That's right
I'm a Texas Ranger.
Don't that make you a big noise in that state.
In Arkansas you should know you Texas Rangers trappings and title
do not make him more addictive to fame.
Why have you been ineffectually pursuing Chaney?
He shot and killed a state senator named Bibs in Waco Texas.
Bib's finally put out a reward.
And who say's Chaney killed this senator.
I understand there was an argument about a dog.
You know anything about the whereabouts of Chaney?
Well he's in the territory, and I hold out little hope for winning your bounty.
-Why is that? -I'm going to beat you to him.
I've hired a deputy Marshall. The toughest one they have.
And he's familiar with the Lucky Ned Pepper gang they say Chaney's tied up with.
Well, I will throw in with you and your Marshall.
No, Marshall Cogburn and I are fine.
It'll be to our mutual advantage.
Your Marshall, I presume, knows the territory.
I know Chaney. It's at least a two man job to take him in alive.
When Chaney is taken he's going to Fort Smith to be hanged.
I'm not having him go to Texas to hang for shooting a Senator.
It is not important where he hangs, it is?
It is to me.
Is it to you?
It means a great deal of money to me,
and many month's work.
Oh I'm sorry that you won't be at peace working for your wages.
And that you'd be willing to go after a half-wit.
You give out very little shivle with your pronouncements.
When I sat there watching, I gave some thought to stealing a kiss.
But you are very young and sick, and
unattractive to boot, but
now I have a mind to give you five or six good licks with my belt.
That wouldn't be as unpleasant as the other.
You wet your comb, you might tame that cowlick.
(Lawyers voice) Madame, I wish you would leave these matters
entirely to me or at the very least
give me the courtesy of consulting me before entering such agreements.
I am not scolding you, but I am saying your head strong ways,
will lead you into a tight corner one day.
I trust the enclosed document
will let you conclude your business and return to Yell County.
Yours, J. Mulden Daggett.
I was just as bad yesterday as you look today.
Of course you don't have to bed with Grandma Turner.
I'm not acquainted with Grandma Turner.
She's a resident of the city, it does not surprise me that she carry's disease.
This malaria's place has ruined my health.
As it has my finances.
I owe you money.
You were not treated poorly.
Oh, certainly not.
I'm paying you for a horse.
I do not possess.
And I brought back a string of useless ponies.
Which I cannot sell again.
You're forgetting the Grey horse.
-Right. -You were looking at the thing in the wrong light.
I am looking at it in the light of Gods eternal truth.
Your illness is putting you down, in the dumps.
You will soon find another buyer for the ponies.
Well I have a tentative offer for ten dollars per head.
For the fixer soap works at Little Rock
That would be a shame to discourage the spirited horse flesh.
So it would. I'm confident the deal will fall through.
Look here, I need a pony and I will pay ten dollars for one of them.
Now that's a light price, no, no, I.
Wait a minute.
Are we trading again?
This one is beautiful.
He don't know he got a rider.
You're to light.
Keep your key on the horse line.
He's very spirited.
I'll call him 'Little Blackie'.
That's a good name.
What does he like for a treat?
Well ma'am, he's a horse.
So he likes apples.
Thank Mr. Stonehill for me.
No ma'am, I ain't suppose to utter your name.
See, sleep.
That is fine, I will wake him.
Marshall Cogburn.
It is I, Mattie Ross, your employer.
How long 'till your ready to go?
-Go where? -To the Indian Territory to pursue Tom Chaney.
Oh, you're the grieved girl with the stories of El Dorado.
Huh, how much money you got there?
I would say fifty dollars to pursue Chaney, you did not believe me.
I did not know.
You are one to figure.
How long for you to make ready to depart?
Well uh, hold on sis.
I remember your offer, I do not remember agreeing to it.
If I'm to go up against, Ned Pepper.
Then I'll need a hundred dollars. That much I can tell you. A hundred dollars.
To take your man, a hundred dollars.
Will take a fifty dollar advance for. expenses.
You are trying to take advantage of me.
I am giving you the children's rate.
I'm not a shopper. An old man sleeping on a rope bed. Living behind the Chinese groceries.
-I'd know it. -You want to be kept in whiskey.
I wouldn't buy that.
I'd confiscate it.
Enough for a quart.
Ah, thank you.
Hundred dollars, that’s the rate.
Then I shall not haggle.
Can we depart this afternoon?
We?
You're not going, that ain't no part of it.
You have misjudged me if you think I'm silly enough to give you fifty dollars and watch you simply ride off.
I am a bonded U.S. Marshall.
Don't waste .... little with me.
I will see the thing done.
Damn ducks, can't go after Ned Pepper
Mans' a hard man, and to look after a baby at the same time.
I am not a baby.
Won't be staying at boarding houses, where there's one bed and hot grub on the table.
Like to grab the saddle, eatin' light.
Where the sleeping would only take place on the ground.
Well I have slept out a night before.
Papa took me on a fine coon hunt last summer on the Petty G.
We were on the hunt all night.
We sat around a big fire and told ghost stories.
We had a good time.
Coon hunt?
This ain't no coon drive.
It is the same idea as a coon hunt.
To many important mouths to feed.
You would be assure to make your work harder than it is.
Here's the money.
Now I aim to get Tom Chaney,
and if you are not gamed, I will find somebody who is gamed.
All I've heard out of you so far is talk.
I know you can drink whiskey, and snore and spit and wallow in filth and bemoan your station.
The rest has been spread to tie oh.
They told me you had grit, and that is why I came to you.
I'm not paying for you talk. I can get all the talk I need at the boarding house.
Wave your money.
Meet me here at seven o'clock tomorrow morning and we can begin our 'coon hunt'.
(Mattie) Dearest mother,
I'm about to embark on a great adventure.
I have learned that Tom Chaney has fled into the wild.
And I shall assist the authorities in pursuit.
You know that Papa would want me to be firm in the right.
As he always was.
So do not fail on my account.
Tho I walk through the valley, of the shadow of death.
I shall fear no evil.
The author of all things watches over me, and
I have a fine horse.
Kiss little Frankie for me, and pinch Violet's cheek.
My Papa's death will soon be avenged.
I'm off for the Choctaw nation,
Where's Marshall Cogburn?
Went away.
Left this.
(Rooster) Here inside is a train ticket for your return home.
Use it.
By the time you read this, I will be across the river in the Indian Nation.
Pursuit will be futile.
I will return with your man, Chaney.
Leave me to my work.
Rueben Cogburn.
Is that Rooster Cogburn?
Rider is in there.
Who's he with?
I do not know.
Well take me across.
So, you're the runaway.
Marshall told me you'd show up. I'm going to present you to the Sheriff.
That is a story, let go of my horse. I have business across the river.
If you don't turn around and take me across, You'll find yourself incorporated on the B.
I have a good lawyer.
HEY!
Go, Little Blackie.
Come on.
That is quite a horse.
Probably give you ten dollars for him.
From the money you stole from me?
That was not stolen, I'm after your man.
I was to accompany you.
If I do not there is no agreement and my money was stolen.
Let's get this child back on the ferry
It's a long road and time's a wasting.
If I go back it's to the U.S. Marshals office to report the theft of my money.
And fuedal Marshall Cogburn? Pursuit would be futile?
It's not spelled, F-U-D-E-L.
It's time for your spanking.
Now you would DO it. No more speaking.
Or will get myself a burr switch and strap your leg.
Are you going to let him do this, Marshall.
No, I don't believe I will. Put your switch away, La Boeuf.
I aim to finish what I started.
That'll be the biggest mistake you ever made.
Let's check this brass popper.
Pulled around by a little girl.
I am not accustomed to so large a fire.
In Texas we make due with a fire a little more than twigs.
Buffalo chips.
Heat the nights rations of beans.
And it is ranger,
policy never to make the camp the same place as your cook fire.
Very imprudent to make your presence known in unsettled country.
How do you know Baggett had intelligence?
He has a store.
That makes him an authority on movements in the Territory?
We have battered a wild place.
The men who were coming in,
wasn't any kind of supply.
Did not pick and choose the portal.
That is a piece of boogus.
All the snakes are asleep this time of year.
They've been known to wake up.
Well let me have a rope, too.
Likely not bother you.
You are to little and boney.
You should fetch the water. Put it on the fire.
-First one out goes in. -I'm not going down there again.
You want anymore water, you can go fetch it yourself.
You're lucky to be traveling in a place with a spring so handy.
In my country you could ride for days and see no ground water.
I have lapped filthily water from a hoof print.
And was glad to have it.
If I believe one of you Texas boys.
Who says he had never drank water out of a horse track'
I think I'd shake his hand and give him the dandy wet sugar.
You do not believe it?
Oh, I believe it, the first twenty thousand times I heard it.
Maybe, might be just true.
Maybe lapping water off the ground is Ranger policy.
You're getting ready to show your ignorance now, Cogburn.
I don't mind a little personal chaffing.
But I won't hear anything against the Ranger troop from a man like you.
How long you boys been mounted on sheep down there?
My white Appaloosa will still be galloping,
when that big American stud of yours is winded and collapsed.
Now make another joke about it.
You want to try to put on a show for this girl, Mattie.
With what you must think is a keen tongue.
This is like women talking.
Yes, that is the way.
Make me out foolish in this girls eyes.
At least she has you pretty well figured.
Would you two like to hear the story of the 'Midnight caller'?
One of you is gonna have to be the caller.
Now I'll tell you what to say.
Now I'll do all the other parts myself.
-Good morning, Marshall. -Morning.
Where's Mr. La Boeuf?
Down by the creek performing his necessaries.
Marshall Cogburn, I welcome the chance for a private parley.
I gather that you and Mr. La Boeuf have come to some,
some sort of agreement.
And as your employer I believe I have the right to know the particulars.
Particulars?
Is that we're bring Chaney down to the magistrate,
and since I'm with Texas wherein there's a considerable reward on him for which we split.
I did not want him brought to Texas,
to have a Texas punishment administered for a Texas crime.
That was not our agreement.
What you want is to have him caught and punished.
I want him to know he's being punished for killing my father.
Well, you can let him know that. You can tell him to his face.
You can spit on him.
Or I can make a meat saddle out of him. I can hold him down.
I'll tell you what.
I'll flay the flesh off the souls of his feet.
Find you Indian pepper you can rub in his wound.
Isn't that a hundred dollar value?
No, it is not.
When I have brought and paid for something, I will have my way.
Why do you think I'm paying you, if not to have my way.
You will learn.
You cannot have your way.
In every little particular.
You find I failed to satisfied your terms.
I'll return your money at the end of this expedition.
Little Blackie and I are ridding back to the U.S. Marshall's office, this is fraud.
What ever.
What's going on?
This is a business conversation.
Is that what you call it?
Sounds to me you're still being hoo-rod by a little girl.
-You say, hoo-rod? -That was the point.
There is no hoo-rahing. In my agreement with the Marshall,
anti-dates you. It has the force of law.
The force of law?
This man is a notorious thumper.
He rode by the light of the moon with Quantrill.
-Bloody Phil Amers. -Them men were patriots, Texas trash.
They murdered women and children in Lawrence Kansas.
That's a God damn lie!
What army was you in, Mister?
I was at Treeport.
First with Kirby Smith, then with...
What side was you on?
I was in the army of Northern Virginia, Cogburn.
And I don't have to hang my head when I say it.
If you served with Captain Quantrill.
Captain! Captain Quantrill.
That...indeed.
-Just let this go, La Boeuf. -Captain of what?
We're done.
There's not sufficient dollars in the state of Texas,
to make it worth my while to listen to your business.
Our agreement is nullified.
That suits me.
See's man for himself.
Congratulations, Cogburn.
You've graduated from a rotter, to a wet nurse.
A-dios.
We don't need him, do we Marshall?
Gonna miss his sharp Carbine.
'Cept you'd get lock jaw.
HEY!
Go on.
You stay here, sister.
And I'm going to sit back.
Has Chaney been here?
No.
Cole Cade was, two days ago.
Cole rides with Lucky Ned.
Brought supplies with this.
Well this is Papa's gold piece.
Tom Chaney here we come.
Not that rare, a California gold piece.
They are rare here.
How rare?
What if it is, Chaney's?
Just as easily came upon a lucky nugget
Gang fell upon them as he fell into them.
Chaney could be a corpse.
That would be a bitter disappointment Marshall, what would we do?
Um, pursue them.
Ned's unfinished business for the Marshall's anyhow. We have him, we'll also have Chaney.
Wouldn't know the whereabouts of his body.
Bagget didn't know which way they went.
now that we know they come through here.
They couldn't have gone but one or two ways.
Heading north, towards the winding stairs mountains.
Push them further west.
I expect north, over all.
I found an eating place.
Called the 'Green frog'.
Started calling myself, burro.
But my drinking’s picked up.
My wife did not care for the company of my river friends.
She decided to go back to her fist husband.
Clerk in a hardware store.
That was when she said, Goodbye Ruben.
Loved the beefing season, could not abid it here.
First divorced woman that, talked about beefing season.
I told her, goodbye Molo.
Hope that little mail son of a bastard will keep you happy this time.
She took my boy with her too.
He never cared for me anyway.
I guess I did speak awful rough to him.
I did not mean anything by it.
When it comes to your child .
I bet he broke before he cut.
Is it, Chaney?
I would not recognize the souls of his feet.
Well, you'll have to clamber up and look.
I'm to old and to fat.
Now the Green Frog had one billiard table.
Complained that I had bad ball.
Most of the time, had been running it for myself for a while,
to keep good health.
Never did learn how to buy meat.
That him?
I believe not.
Well, cut him down.
Why?
I might know him.
Last time I went out to the state plains of Texas.
Shoot buffaloes with a camp chaplain and a tribe Indian name Malle.
Now the Mormons. They run a shelter down the great Salt Lake city.
Never asked me before.
Thought it was a misunderstanding and leave it go at that.
Well, the Chinese.
They'll all gone now.
Didn't see them.
Give three dollars right now for pickled buffalo tongues.
Why did they hang him so high?
Probably do something awful.
Must play in the belief it'll make him more dead.
I do not know this man.
You hanged him?
Why did he take the hanged man?
Did he know him?
He did not.
But it is a dead body.
Must be worth something in the trade.
Now my second wife, Edna.
She got the notion. She wanted me to be a lawyer.
Bought this heavy book on Daniel and negotionable instruments.
Set to make me reading it.
Never could get a grip on it.
I was happy enough to set it aside and leave Texas.
There ain't six trees between here and Canada, Nothing else grows that has stickers on it.
Ask them...
-I knew it. -Knew what?
We're being followed.
I asked that injun to signal me a shot if someone was on our trail.
Should we be concerned, Marshall?
Naw, Mr. La Boeuf is giving us his bird dog.
He wants to cut it in, once it flushed his prey.
Perhaps we could double back over our tracks and confuse the trail in a clever way.
No, we will wait right here.
Offer our friend a warm hello.
Ask him where he's going.
You are not La Boeuf.
My name is Forrester.
I practice,
Dentistry in the nation.
Also veterinary arts.
And medicine.
On those humans that will sit still for it.
You have your work cut out for you there.
Traded for him with an Indian who said he came by him honestly.
I gave up two dental mirrors and a bottle of expectorant.
Do either of you need
Medical redemption?
No, claim. fixing to get cold.
You know of anywhere to take shelter?
I have my bear skin.
You might want to head over to the Original Crazy Bob.
He launched a dug out in the hollow along the Carolina river.
If you ride the river.
You won't fail to see it.
Crazy Bob, the original.
Crazy Bob.
There's nothing north of the picket wire.
They would not give refuge.
-Much obliged. -Now, I have taken his teeth.
I will entertain an offer,
for the rest of him.
Take my jacket.
Creep up on the roof.
If they're unfriendly I'll give you a sign to damp the chimney.
Who is out there?
We're looking for shelter.
There's nothing here, go on.
Who’s' in there?
I'm a federal officer.
Who's in there?
It's a son of a bitch.
This is Rooster Cogburn.
Columbus Potter and five other Marshall’s is out here with me.
We got a bucket of coal oil.
In one minute we will burn your house from both ends.
There's only two of you.