Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I figure we're only few days out from the Fort, we're traped out.
Yeah. You have my word, understand.
Glass.
You killed my boy.
We had a deal glass.
- What? - Say the Lord's prayer.
- Get the horses saddled.
I ain't crazy about your plan.
Fitzgerald.
What are you thinking?
- I'm going up.
Get up.
Fresh blood. This could be Powaqa.
Land is all dry up there, nothing for the Ree to hunt.
Money or not, I'll stay.
Hold on.
I'm gonna take advantage and stitch up, let me see.
Last week she was still with me.
Was it the right decision ...
They are everywhere.
- Not now Jones. - Silver.
Oh shit!
He ain't our problem no more, he is like us, he's on his own.
I need a third.
Let's make sure we're at ahead out by dawn.
- Feed him and watch him ...
You ought to be proud of yourself boy
... who art in heaven ... ... I can't ...
The cold started streaming down my face and my eyes ...
Look at them, they're always stealing our shit.
Take him to the cage. Take him to the cage!
- Oh easy. - Where did he go?
You came all this way just for your revenge?
It's alright.
Bridger, go tell the others we'll camp here tonight.
Ain't our place to wonder.
So shoot him.
We climb Captain.
- Bridger.
- Need I remind you we already lost 32 men?
Go, I'm riding ahead.
Don't shout, you'll get us all fuckin' killed.
I take your horses to find my daughter.
When your team go into a meeting and you have to hold the fort
- I'm going after him. - No.
21 dead soldiers, more than 40 dead feather necks...
Hold it.
What's up? Who you are?
Jesus.
We keep climbing.
We had a deal glass.
Weston?
I don't know but...
I ain't afraid to die anymore.
The proper thing to do would be though... Finish him off quick.
A grizzly.
You killed my son.