Give me another bottle.
Give me another bottle!
- Well, now the party´s over.
- Let go of me!
Look what I found in the bushes!
Stacey, it was always you.
That´s why Morg Allen hated you.
He knew how much I loved you.
Yeah, I bet you just cried yourself
to sleep every night...
thinking about me
in that territorial prison.
But I did. I really did!
Yeah, well, I can see it all now.
You lying there
in Morg Allen´s bed...
just a-cryin´ and a-humpin´.
Oh, no!
Give me that bottle.
- Cole, go and get the horses ready.
- You got it, Stace.
You´re going to take me
with you, aren´t you?
I can do better than you
in a four-bit fancy house.
- You still here?
- Goddamn right l´m still here!
I wanna know who them sons of bitches
was that ambushed us.
That´s what we´re gonna
fi nd out right now.
Who are you?
Don´t hit me!
Don´t hit me, please!
