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Well they want the pelts.
...prime your rifle.
Besides, didn't we put enough distance between us and them Ree anyhow?
You and me...
... into those fucking Arikara, get back our pelts.
He wasn't there when Fitzgerald stabbed my boy to death.
- May I join you? - Yes.
Easy with him.
Maybe you shoulda raised a man instead of some girly lil bitch.
Much less boys.
God damn, wish my daddy was a doctor then he could have bought me a Captains job.
If it's the Ree, you turn right back around and meet me back here.
I'm here to take you back to Fort Kahowa.
Hej
Slow.
- Tell me! - Texas.
Oh yeah?
...a dozen Ree could still made twice the good time as we can.
FITZGERALD KILLED MY SON
It'd be a week before we get there.
- You? - Yeah.
- What, on foot? - Are you sure?
Where is Hawk?
Your ass is still be floatin' around Missouri right now...
Beckett.
Shut up.
... and he took him from me.
- Well, he's got it to be scalped, if he ain't?
What you wanna do about this pigs?
... who art in heaven ... ... I can't ...
Hold him, you go.
Tell him to stop asking about the horses.
- Hey that's enough, that's enough!
Don't make a sound.
All we can trade are guns and ammunition.
Shut up! From here on you are a prisoner charged with treason.
His breathing changed?
You fuckin' son of a ...
Henry, please ...
I swear to god, he said he was going to re-enlist.
Is it true what they say? That you shootin' a lieutenant ...
Like he wanted.
Get this to my little girl. You're coming with us I'm gettin' help ...
God dammit.
Where you will be trialed for murder.
You handle or I'll shoot him!
It could be Hawk.
There was no deal.
This tracks right here are his.
Bring us something to drink... Some whisky.
I am not crazy.
... to put on top of Glass's grave, and that's what he did, that's...
Shit.
Those pelts are stolen.
Keep away.
- Who? - Fitzgerald.
- Who? - Fitzgerald.
Get up.
Can you hear the wind, father?
- They're everywhere. - Soho ...
Grab the pelt.
There's a $70 bonus in the Rocky Mountains fur company ...
- He's the only one who knows the way. - He can't go any further.
- Probably full of money. - You signed a contract.
We all know that this furs ain't won't be here by the time we come back.
Don't go down there starting going no kind no conscience, alright?
...while you left your little boy friend wandering around, you don't
- Get us home safe? - Yeah.
And then we'll have enough men...
- Glass. Chart a course.
- Mine too.
They want us out in the open ...
Calm down.
There she is.
Alright, if Mr. Bridger feels the same way, then I'll lead behind of them.