Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh good, we got a Mexican
broke a rock on my head.
This is one of Connolly's Confederate sharpshooters.
- Is it difficult? - Impossible.
- Do you... - Oh!
- Come on. - Children, quickly, please, go on.
Just stay with me, boys!
Behold.
Lot of fire in that one.
Sam, uh, that's Billy.
I guarantee you, there ain't no reason to be running off scared.
Please!
- It's on fire. Come on, come on, come on. - No, no.
'Cause I paid for it.
We are never gonna cross paths again.
Come on.
You've got the drop on me. You'll get a hoot outta this.
Hate to see y'all go like this, now.
You might want to wear some pants if you're fixing to fight.
I'm going!
Keep your money, please.
Yeah.
I might need a new vest.
They just want to make sure their candle is lit before they blow out the match.
Shit!
I take it.
Thy will be done,
- I got six. - Hey.
- You all right? - Hell yeah.
There'll still be a lot of men after your hide.
Get back!
Me trying to love my enemies.
That is right, Brother Phillip. The Lord surely will provide.
- Go on, Miss Emma. - Get down!
I found Billy down in an old redneck saloon in Texas,
- Billy wins. - What?
May be your last for a while.
Been offered a lot for my work but never everything.
- From Lincoln? - Like the president.
Why don't you just take the rest, Mr. Faraday?
Diamonds?
Well, y'all gonna be dead this time tomorrow, Sam.
That man murdered my husband.
- You can't... - Go, go, go!
They're gonna kill us all!
...white man's English?
I mean, why are you here
- You're a liar! - Oh, come on, Arcade.
Now, I come here for gold.
The Lord's watching.
- Get out! - It's the Lord's house!
Everyone! Come on! Come out!
Hold your fire. Hold your fire.
Reminds me of this fella I used to know.
And I consider her to be the love of my life.
Maybe you should consider returning the favor, you know?
White people's food...
- Wagons! Wagons! Let's go. - Hurry, güero!
More than you know, preacher.
$25 for the horse.
I assure you I did not have to cheat to beat the likes of you two.
Say when, güero.
Now! Now!
Blood. Teeth.
My name is Sam Chisolm.
It's a box of death.
Yes, sir.
Get down!
- Evening, Mr. Chisolm. - Preacher.
Some.
Absolutely. Law and order, I say.
That was...
- Pa! Quickly! - Go, go, go.
No tricks now.
and all these good ol' boys,
Move that gold out!
It's Maria you can disrespect.
Now the stitching'll outlast you, I imagine.
I need you.
How many men you say?
Disappearing...
Seven days, that's all you got.
Can't get after sales right We can Resolve that.
And there's an Army fort want to pay $1,000 for proof of death.
but we'll try to lure him into town, turn it into a shooting gallery.
So we're talking about the same Jack Horne.
Ah.
- They're coming in! - Everybody on out!
...he'll give you a fair share.
- Quickly now. - Anthony!
Nice and easy.
Dubbed "the Angel of Death."
You just show us our money, Faraday!
- Oh, come on, now. - I think he killed him.
That's not it? Hold on.
I don't believe he heard you.
Well, enchanté, mon cher.
Now, Blackstones are good, union busting,
I didn't want to kill him.
These men need inspiration.