Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where's Billy?
Sam Chisolm sent us.
You a God-fearing man? Huh?
Hey.
If God didn't want 'em sheared,
What do we have here?
- Quick, quick, quick. - Be careful.
"Although I walk through the valley
Though I am light of funds at the moment.
Nah, I like it right here. Billy, you like it here?
Please don't kill me.
- The smoke? - It's blood.
Like being in one of them damn zoos.
This right here is the best spot.
Please.
he wouldn't have made 'em sheep.
you nothing but a yellowbellysapsuckingcoward
- Go on, now! - Fastest gun wins.
No such thing as a "Texican."
You son of a bitch. Deal with you later.
Easy, easy.
Well, if it comes to that, then we're all dead, ain't we?
Would you like to see another magic trick?
I thought you were a leprechaun. That was real?
and, uh, I'm a duly sworn warrant officer in Wichita, Kansas.
Is there money in it?
Who picked you to deal on our behalf?
Let her wetness surprise you
- Your place. - My place? Why my place?
- Excuse me. Are you a bounty hunter, sir? - No, sir.
Look. Look. Look.
Twenty miles east of here. Volcano Springs. Supply station.
- No, Caleb! - Oh, my God.
These people deserve their lives back.
To Bogue?
You didn't let me finish.
Reload!
Hyah!
Mister, you already sent him a message,
- All right, get him outta here. - That's gotta be real rough.
You find high ground that gives you a clear line of sight,
Mr. Denali.
Fire in the hole!
I'll say a prayer for you. You know, a little prayer.
Otherwise, why does he have Blackstones keeping us away from it?
I believe it's time we leave Rose Creek.
I seek righteousness, as should we all.
- Mom! - Sweetheart!
You cut the ears off a mule, don't make him a horse.
No, it isn't. No, the killing's not over.
No!
Killed a tenant farmer and his son in cold blood.
For goodness' sake.
Keep shooting!
Come on! Come on!
I volunteered.
Devil, don't shoot. I'm the proprietor.
We have to think of our families.
Oh, remember the plan, Earl. I get to kill him.
Surprise.
I figured 'cause you carry this army-issue Open Top.45 Long Colt.
It might work. Pin 'em in there.
he ain't nothing but a yellow-bellied sapsucking coward.
- Like hell. - Hey.
Yeah.
- Come on. Stay together. - Let's go! Go, go, go.
Yeah, let's kill these bastards!
Wrap that leg! Stop the bleeding.
Chisolm?
- Even got our sheriff on his payroll! - And his deputies.
- All right, boys, line up. - Move. Come on!
Afternoon, gentlemen.
and cast my gaze upon it,
There's rats in there.
Ah...
Do not turn your back on the Lord.
The Angel of Death.
- He ain't got a chance. - It ain't right.
I said, what do you think I'm paying for?
- And he's still in there, yeah. - That son of a bitch!
You know how I like magic.
Well, my daddy used to say a lot of things, you know.
I'm a duly sworn warrant officer of the circuit court in Wichita, Kansas.
Hurry, children!
Bring them in
Decent, hard-working people being driven from our homes.
Together.
I got him!
- Her name is Ethel. - Put it away.
only you're not gonna like his answer.
Me trying to love my enemies.
Everything we have.
Come on. Just keep going.
- Get out of the way, now! - Come on.
Bring them in
The children.
Look at me, boy. Come on up here.
Whatever they were in life,
- We still have men there, sir. - Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.
Si.
Winner take all.
Hyah! Hyah!