Dick! You're gonna make her sick!
She's gonna upchuck if you don't watch out!
Wood Hite had been spurned by Martha in his affections...
...and his attempt to switch his pursuit to her daughter...
...was being thwarted by Dick Liddil.
Wait a second, you assured me that you were not ticklish.
Howdy!
What's going on, now? What's going on...?
- Howdy! - Were you fibbing about that?
- No. - Not at all.
You're not supposed to peek, Dick.
Well, you're just so pretty I can't help myself.
- You need to be warning him about that. - Howdy.
Worry about the field instead, might be able to worry about the work...
Howdy!
- Finally home. - I'm so glad, Bob.
I'm in that room too, Bob. Don't mess with my things.
All right, Grandpa.
"July 9th. Diligence, tact, and a keen sense of responsibility...
...capacity for detail are your dominant traits. Your sense of duty's strong."
How long you been there?
Just now arrived. Did I miss much?
Not unless you never seen a man wash his dirty carcass before.
Boy, you got a big old pecker for being such a little squirrel.
That what you come here to see, Dick?
No.
Your brother said that Jesse kept you in Kansas City some extra days.
What was the reason?
Well, I'm not at liberty to say exactly.
Let me ask you this. Did Jesse mention that me and Cummins were in cahoots?
Is that so?
Oh, dear. I went on and said too much, have I?
Well, who else is partners with you two?
See, he'll cut our throats if he finds out. You don't know him like I do.
You do Jesse dirt, you connive behind his back...
...boy, he'll come after you with a cleaver.
So, what are you two cahoots cooking up?
Don't know that I should say.
I'm not gonna wheedle the dang news from you.
How about we'll leave it a mystery...
...and then we won't neither one of us regret our little chat?
Can you hand me that six-gun there, Bob?
If you so much as mention my name to Jesse...
...boy, I'll find out about it.
You had better believe that.
And I'll look you up.
I'll knock on your door, and I will be as mad as a hornet.
I will be hot.
You be careful with that iron, Dick.
You know where I stand on these matters and that's all there is to it.
Me and you can be as friendly as pigs from now on.
I'm Bunny Ford, stick your hands up in the air!
Mister.
Oh, you have some nerve.
We were just reading about the James boys among the Mexicans.
What's this? This ain't Jesse.
- You don't know that. - He would've never wore no mustache.
Never was anywheres near a cannon.
Let me see that picture.
Boy, I can't even calculate what I'm looking at.
- Give me that. - Ever since he was a child...
...Bob's collected whatsoever he could find about the James brothers.
Yeah, got himself a little museum in his room.
Next time you come snooping around, you better strap on a shooting iron!
Well, you can see how scared I am.
You too, Wood Hite. Cross me again, I'll put a bullet through your head!
Boy, you...
Son, you better recollect who my cousin is...
...because you've seemed to misremembered that Jesse loves me like the Good Book.
Now, you may play it like you're a dangerous person in the grocery store...
...but don't misremember who you be accounting to...
...if I so much get my feelings hurt. - I don't care!
Do I have to yell "suwee"?
Why don't we make up, be pleasant for once?
Why don't we pass the evening like pleasant human beings?
I like your nickel suit, cowboy.
You see something?
Just a bird.
The month of October came...
...and Jesse began seeing Pinkerton operatives in every floor walker...
...street sweeper, and common man poking about in a store.
On the morning of the 11 th, he would wake his wife...
...with the Scripture pertaining to the Holy Family's flight into Egypt.
Overnight, the Thomas Howard clan vanished from Kansas City.
Shortly thereafter, four of the Blue Cut train robbers...
...were arrested in shacks near Glendale.
How Jesse could have known remains a mystery.
Theirs was a wandering existence.
Men who choose to be outlaws...
...cannot afford to remain in one place for very long.
- Well, goodness. Maybe I'll change my mind. - Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
- Martha. - Buck up, man.
Wood and Dick would bicker across the entire state of Kentucky...
...until they made Russellville, home of Major George Hite, Wood's father...
...and uncle to Frank and Jesse James.
You stay away from this one.
She's my daddy's wife.
You got it?
Did you cook this, ma'am?
I've got a nigger woman.
How's that?
Dick asked if I cooked this.
Did you?
No.
She knew what he was like when she married him.
I guess we're the night owls, you and I.
I'm glad.
How come?
You're interesting to look at.
You have a real pleasant disposition.
And I don't know, you sort of make me feel warm all over.
You know, I'm what they call a... An inamorato.
Well, I knew there had to be a name for it.
You and the Hites don't get along too well...
...if I'm to trust Wood and his version of the situation.
We hate each other like poison, if you wanna know the truth.
Most of the Hites wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire.
They say that when a woman's on fire...
...you're supposed to roll her around on the ground and cover her with your body.
Well, you are a naughty tease.
Isn't it about bedtime?
Well, I'll just kiss those dainty nubbins.
Good night.
Would you stop?
Boy, I believe I drank too much coffee.
I gotta go visit the privy something terrible.
This is embarrassing.
Now, you go ahead and do your duty. I don't mind.
I've sort of got stage fright with a strange man in the commode with me.
I ain't strange.
I'm built just like the rest of them.
You look awful pretty.
Do I?
I haven't never in my life seen such well-shaped limbs.
Is Wood awake?
It's just me.
And I bet you thought I was a lady.
Well, you ain't much of a housekeeper, are you?
You didn't just happen by.
Why not?
Go on and take a load off your feet.
You ought to get yourself a wife.
Yeah.
I suppose.
I was gonna ask Martha. Charley's sister.
I was gonna ask her if she could imagine it.
But I guess Wood has plans of his own.
And there's always Dick Liddil getting in the way.
I'll give it some thought, though.
Your crops come in?
No, I don't got much. Just a garden patch and a pasture.
I was sick at planting time.
So...
Ed, how you feeling now?
Why?
You're acting queer.
Well, you and me ain't been just real good friends lately.
That's not your fault, you understand that.
You hear talk, though.
Talk?
People tell you things.
Why don't you give me an example?
Jim Cummins come by here.
Jim Cummins.
Oh, and Jim says:
"You know them boys that got caught in the Blue Cut deal?"
Well, Jim says he got word...
...that you're planning to kill them.
Why would I do that?
That's just talk probably.
Jim Cummins. He say anything else?
Nope. No, that was it, basically.
That still don't explain why you're scared.
Well, I'm in the same situation, you see.
I was terrified I saw you ride up.
- I just happened by, Ed. - Suppose you heard gossip, though.
Suppose you heard Jim Cummins come by, you might have thought...
...that we were planning to capture you or get that reward, and that ain't true.
But you might have suspected it.
Haven't heard a lick of gossip lately.
I got 600 dollars stashed away. I don't need no governor's reward.
Well, it's the principle too.
Well...
- I'm glad I stopped by. - Oh, me too.
What do you say if we were to go for a ride?
We can go into town. I'll buy you dinner.
Then I'll be on my way.
Okay.
You ready to go for a ride?
We going to your place?
You seen Ed Miller lately?
Nobody has.
Must have gone off to California.
I'd still like to know where we're going.
If you were going to see Jim Cummins, wouldn't you follow this road?
I guess so.
Howdy.
Oh, are you friends of my pa's?
We're friends of Jim Cummins.
Well, it so happens he's been gone since August.
And never said where he gone to.
- I'm Matt Collins. - Albert Ford.
Very happy to meet you.
- Dick Turpin. - Pleased to make your acquaintance.
I don't know where he is! Leave me alone!
Shut your mouth! You shut your mouth!
- You shut your mouth. - I don't know where he is!
- I don't know! - Get in there.
Shut up.
- I don't know where he is! - Shut up.
- I don't know! - Shut up.
- Jesus. - Shut up.
Jesse, he's just a kid.
He knows where his uncle Jim is and that's gonna make him old soon enough.
- Maybe he doesn't know. - He knows!
You need to ask and ask sometimes.
Sometimes a child don't remember so much at first. But it'll come back to him.
My goodness, she's about to rip off, sweetie.
Just a little more here to get her started.
Then I think I can rip her off like a page from a book.
Jesus, he can't even talk.
Where's Jim?
Where's Jim? Where's Jim?
Where's Jim? Where's Jim? Where's Jim?
- Where's Jim? - Quit it!
You bastard! I don't know where he is!
You won't believe me! You never even gave me a chance!
You kept my... You kept my mouth shut!
I never know where Jim is or when he comes! So leave me alone.
Get off me, you son of a bitch!
I'm worn out.
I can't. No, see...
My mind's all tangled anyway.
Little deals like this just make me feel dirty.
Are you all right, Jesse?
Jesse was sick...
...with rheums, and aches and lung congestions.
Insomnia stained his eye sockets like soot.
He read auguries in the snarled intestines of chickens...
...or the blow of cat hair released to the wind.
And the omens promised bad luck, which moated and dungeoned him.
How come it's you that's gotta do all the chores?
Charley and Bob pay extry to Martha so that they don't have to.
It still don't seem fair.
Martha.
Well, look what the cat dragged in.
You come from Kentucky?
Why do you have your head in a hole, Martha?
Wood and Dick had a shooting scrape a few months ago.
Cover the kettle, Ida.
And what did you and Dick get in a scrape about?
Well, he tampered with my daddy's wife...
...while a pork chop burned on the skillet...
...so I shot at him.
Ida! Do not stick your thumb in the cream when you skim it.
His chicanery and his philandering ways...
...has instigated such malice.
He's a yellow snake in the grass and he can't be trusted, Martha.
Dick told me a complete other version of that affray.
Wood Hite's downstairs.
You mean he's here?
Yeah, he come in late last night.
Hey, simmer down!
Don't get into a fracas up there, you boys! I've got breakfast almost ready.
He's still sucking air.
But I think he's a goner.
Maybe y'all better come wish him well on his journey.
Wood?
You were a good fellow, Wood.
Oh, I sure hope you're not in frightful pain, Wood.
I'd get you something to drink, but I'm afraid you'd just choke on it.
Little Ida's gonna miss you.
So is the rest of the family.
Well, one thing's settled. Can't take him into Richmond.
Why not?
Well, one, sheriff'll put Bob in jail.
And two, Jesse'll find out his cousin Wood's been shot in our house...
...and then that'll be the end of each and every one of us.
"And in one merciless, violent thrust broke in...
...and carried all before him, and scented and brewed...
...reeking with blood of my virginity...
...up to its utmost length in my body."
He ain't disappeared, if that's what you were hoping.
What chapter you on?
She's met some Algerian corsair down at Gibraltar.
Got herself all agitated.