You're up early.
Yeah. Lottie was feeling stir-crazy so I had to take her out for a ride.
Lottie was?
Made food.
Yeah, I know.
-Hey, I meant to ask-- -You need to knock.
Sorry. Keep forgetting.
I need my own space. Everyone just keeps coming in here whenever they want.
It's just the two of us.
I have a curtain for a reason. I have my own life.
I don't need you in my space all the time.
You seem pretty angry at me these days, kid.
I'm not. And I'm not a kid.
If your mom were here, she'd know how to talk to you about, you know,
-all these changes you're going through. -Oh, my God.
Not-- I mean, yes, those too.
But I mean all these feelings.
When I was your age, I was hungry or not hungry.
Okay. Well, mom died like a hundred years ago,
so maybe it's time for you to move on.
You're right.
I got some business in town. Wanna come? For old time's sake.
-No, I'd rather stay here. -Alone?
I'm not alone. I've got Lottie.
But what about that girl, from down the road?
The preacher's daughter?
Isn't she your friend?
I mean, we ran around a field when we were babies,
but that doesn't make us friends.
Well, maybe she likes horses too. You two could ride together.
I bet Millie mostly doesn't even know what sidesaddle means.
Well, I always liked her.
She always marched to the beat of her own drum,
which is more than you can say for most of these girls around here.
See you tonight, kid. Love you.
Bye.
There you go.
You're so pretty.
Sorry for your loss, miss.
I won't bother your delicate sensibilities with all the details,
but your father owed a Mr. Silas McCall a whole bunch of money.
And when Mr. McCall tried to collect that money,
your father pulled out a pistol.
So Mr. McCall shot him. In defense, which is justified.
Where's his horse?
He rode into town, didn't he?
Horses run away all the time, miss. But I'll put out a notice.
Let me know if you need help bringing home the body.
Blessed are those who mourn, for-- for they will be comforted.
Not a good time, Millie.
I'm sorry about your dad.
Me too.
For what it's worth, I'm eager to reunite with him in heaven someday.
Really?
You're excited to hang out with my dad in heaven?
Yes.
Even though you never hung out with him on Earth?
Well, he was a lot older.
-I see you're wearing his clothes. -Yep.
Is that part of the mourning process?
No. I'm heading into town for some business.
So, it's more of a disguise?
Something like that.
I know whenever I'm low in spirits, I stop at Virgil's Apothecary.
Always lifts me right back up.
I'm not going to Virgil's.
I'm going to the saloon to shoot that coward Silas McCall.
-Wait, what-- Like, right now? -Yep.
Are you even sure you have the right Silas?
'Cause there's-- there's Silas M., Mary's dad,
-and then there's Silas F., Pearl's Dad-- -Millie. Shut up.
Come on, Lottie. Let's go. Come on.
-Good girl. -Jane.
Jane, wait.
Wait up, Jane!
-Did you just throw a biscuit at me? -I'll come with you.
Now, why would you do that?
'Cause it seems like you could use a friend right now.
We're not friends.
We used to be.
And you seem awfully confused with the hair and vest.
You want to take revenge like a man, you gotta dress like one.
Or not take revenge, is the other option.
Millie, I don't need you tagging along, trying to stop me,
spouting Bible quotes the whole way.
Bible. What is that, like, a book?
How'd you learn how to ride like that?
We should loop in the sheriff.
He already knows and doesn't care.
Well, someone just needs to explain to him the full story.
That Mary's dad went psycho and needs to be thrown in jail
so he can repent for his sins.
And then you and I can go to church and pray for forgiveness
for even contemplating what you're contemplating.
If you are still contemplating it.
Did you always talk this much?
Yes. You were always the strong, silent type.
Kids at school thought you were mute, you remember?
-Say hi. -Okay.
Morning, Millie.
I like your glasses.
Thank you, Eleanor.
-They're the latest technology for-- -They're making fun of you.
Wait, Jane, no. Please don't do this.
You're gonna regret it for the rest of your life.
It's going to be a stain on your soul.
It's stupid and evil, and you'll never be able to get into heaven
with me and everyone else we know.
Also, I think they'll hang you.
Stay here. Watch my horse.
I'm looking for Silas McCall. He owns this place, doesn't he?
-Yeah, but he's not here. -Well, where the hell is he?
I don't know. I don't keep his schedule on me.
He didn't mean it, Lord. Forgive him! Forgive us all!
-What happened? -I told you to stay outside.
Aren't you the preacher's girl?
I am.
Tell your dad I'm sorry I keep skipping church.
I've been real busy lately, and I--
I'll pass along the message when we leave.
Which we'll do now.
Before we do, where's Silas?
You don't need to reveal that information.
Tell me.
He's on a hunting expedition, about 20 miles north of here.
Along the Troublesome River.
But I wouldn't go after him alone.
He's a quick draw with an even quicker temper.
-Man could shoot a fly 80 yards out. -Why?
"Why," what?
Why would he do that? Shoot a fly.
We're taking these.
As-- As penance for revealing that information.
What are we going to do?
We can't go back home. We're outlaws now.
You can go back. I'm sure your parents will understand.
Are you kidding?
Do you know what they would do if they found out I robbed a saloon at gunpoint?
I robbed a saloon at gunpoint. You're my unwitting accomplice.
Well, if I do go back home,
I-- I have to babysit my seven brothers and sisters.
I have to help with the cooking and the cleaning
and setting up the church.
I have to find a husband.
I thought you were married to Jesus.
Okay. All right, all right, okay.
Tonight, we stay here. We camp, we collect our thoughts.
And then in the morning,
we say we were kidnapped and/or temporarily possessed.
You can say whatever you want.
I'm riding to the Troublesome River, and I'm killing that asshole.
Didn't you hear what that barman said about Silas shooting flies?
Well, good thing I'm not a fly.
Jane. That's alcohol.
Oh, shit, really?
I thought this was punch.
Have you ever had it before?
No.
-You? -Of course not.
Spirits turn you into a slut or a witch. Sometimes both.
-You're not curious? -No.
Isn't it weird how when girls are little,
they're all obsessed with horses?
Then they grow up, and they're just supposed to be
in the kitchen with children.
Yeah, it's weird.
Not you though. You still like horses.
I do.
I think they're terrifying.
You just gotta learn how to connect to them.
You wanna dance?
No. I'm good.
Right, you're still in mourning.
Are you too sad to dance?
I don't like dancing. I like riding.
That's all.
I'm not supposed to dance.
'Cause…
Something about the devil.
I don't remember.
But, sometimes,
I put on my mom's hoopskirts.
And I do high kicks, and I pretend I'm a dance-hall girl.
Like a proper one who doesn't do any of the bad stuff.
Come on, you should try.
Come on. Come on.
High kicks.
Or-- Or there's also like jumping dancing.
Which I think you would like.
Son of a biscuit.
Come on, Lottie.
I know you're in there, McCall!
I've got a gun.
Don't shoot. We're harmless.
It's her.
Millie? What the hell are you doing here?
What am I doing here?
You're the one who left me for dead.
Thank goodness I ran into Old Doc Henry here.
I practice medicine in the nation across the river.
My father and I sometimes travel with him on his rounds,
-spreading the good word. -I thought she was a turkey.
One second.
-You left me for dead. -I was coming back for you.
Like heck you were.
This was just like the time you ditched me after school
to smoke cigars with Lyle Thomas.
This isn't about you.
That's the problem. I'm out here risking my life for you,
and you're too self-involved to even care.
-You chose to come along. -Because you're acting crazy.
-I'm angry. -So?
Think all angry people should just go around shooting people?
-Maybe. -You never even said thank you.
You wouldn't know McCall's whereabouts in the first place if it weren't for me.
So that's what this is about. You needing a thank you?
-Wouldn't hurt. -Fine.
Thank you, Millie.
Thank you for being so lonely and bored with your own life
that you're glomming onto mine.
-That wasn't very nice. -I don't have time for politeness.
My dad's horse is right there. See?
And on it is a saddle he was gonna give me.
So I'm going to take back his horse,
take back his saddle, and I'm going to wait right here
till Silas McCall returns,
and I'm going to shoot him between the eyes.
So you can watch…
or you can wake up the old man and fuck off.
Wake him up?
All right, Doc. She's not coming. Let's go.
-What's going on? -I don't know.
He's dead.
What do we do?
Nothing. The old man died of natural causes.
He's a good Christian. He needs a proper burial.
-Help me move him. -I don't have time.
Help me move him, or I'll scream!
Woman's crazier than popcorn on a hot stove.
-Go hide. -What about the body?
Yeah, but I'll still fuck her.
Who goes there?
State your business.
Oh, thank goodness you're here. Oh, my goodness. Oh, praise be the Lord.
We were so scared till you brave, strong men arrived.
Do I know you two?
No. My name is Sadie. This is my brother Clayton.
We was walking home from church when, bam! Kidnapped by bandits.
Is this true?
Yeah.
Who's the body?
One of the bandits.
Seems kinda old.
I think your arrival spooked him.
He dropped dead as soon as he heard your voices.
Then the other bandits ran off into these here woods.
You best come inside.
Sorry. Didn't realize how hungry I was.
Why's he so quiet?
You know how boys are. Keeping it all in.
I always tell him, "You gotta let it all out. No matter what's in your heart.
No matter how ugly it is. Else you'll explode."
Some men use silence to convey power and resolve.
Not me. I'm as loud as a hog.
Is that your horse outside? The brown one?
Yeah. Why?
Seems kind of old.
It's a shit horse.
Think I'll probably give it to my girl. She loves horses.
-You mean Mary? -Goddamn it, Millie. Move.
You know her?
We went to school together. It's why we're here.
Did she send you?
She did. She wanted us to bring you a message.
Well we haven't been in touch in a long time.
We know. It pains her.
Does she blame me for the estrangement?
She does.
She can forgive you for being a degenerate, she said,
but not for being such a neglectful father.
You think that's why she's still working at Diddlin Dora's?
Probably. She also said…
she was disappointed in you.
Going around murdering people.
Caring more about people fearing you than being a good father.
Well, that's just-- That's just being a man.
It's what men do.
Do all men sleep with their brother's wives?
How do you know about that?
Don't blame me. I'm just the messenger.
Mary… I remember her.
Wasn't she the one that would fuck the judge's son
-every Friday behind the schoolhouse? -Yeah. Yes, I think so.
She would orgasm so loud. The whole class would hear.
I mean, she was so good at math, she could have run her own business.
-Well, you know, I guess she is. -Stop!
Please just-- Just stop.
Tell Mary I'm sorry.
I know I'm a worthless piece of shit.
But please, I beg you, just tell her to come home.
I beg you.
This pain--
Gosh.
I just wish someone would just put a bullet in my skull.
I'm sorry.
We can't do that.
Oh, please.
Please, you must.
Mary's not interested in apologies. They're meaningless.
Your endless suffering is apology enough.
But we can take her your horse outside. The brown one.
I don't know if she'll accept it, but we can try.
How'd you know about sleeping with his brother's wife?
My dad's the preacher.
People share all sorts of information with him.
Thank you for your help, Millie.
-You wanted him on his knees. -I did.
And I'm pretty sure he would have killed you.
And you're my best friend.
I'll ride Lottie.
You can ride my dad's horse.
I can't. Jane, I-- I don't know how.
It's easy. I can show you.
You ready?
This is a lot easier with a saddle.
You're talking.
I can talk and ride at the same time.
Yeah, said the girl who used to be terrified of horses.
-Come on, let's go. -I'm still terrified.
We should go find more men to emotionally torment.
Come on, Millie. Try to keep up.
Trying. What if I fall off? Can you fall off a horse?