General Stafford,
I'm writing in a moment of critical urgency,
both tactical and moral.
Ten days ago, September 7th, in the southern Utah Territory,
200 settlers from Arkansas were ambushed and murdered on the Old Spanish Trail.
After investigating and interviewing survivors, there's no doubt
that this attack was organized and carried out
- by members of the Mormon Church... - "...the Mormon Church,
with the knowledge and approval
of Governor Brigham Young."
"Therefore,
I request 500 additional troops be sent to Fort Bridger immediately
to assist in eliminating the Mormon forces before they grow in strength and numbers."
"Sincerely, Captain Edmund Dellinger."
Brother Wolsey's careless mistakes
have put our entire cause in jeopardy,
our people's very survival at risk.
For 40 years, our brothers and sisters have been driven from their homes...
And He will forgive you...
- beaten... - and He'll cleanse...
burned, raped, and murdered by those who fear what we believe!
Yeah, that's right.
And make no mistake,
they'll continue their assault until no hint of our people remain!
But we cannot allow that to happen.
We will not allow that to happen.
We are the chosen!
Not them!
And our days of persecution are no more!
And He will change our...
- Captain. - Lieutenant.
- Any problems? - No, sir.
Ran into a company of Johnson's men at Fort Bridger.
They're on their way to Gilbert.
They'll deliver the letter to Johnson themselves upon arrival.
You stressed the importance of time?
They assured me there would be no stops along the way.
Well, we'll allow a few more days for additional troops to arrive.
Any more than that, we have to move out on our own.
We don't have the numbers for that.
Which is why we're waiting at all.
Where's the Pratt woman?
She's gone.
Gone where?
West.
I imagine back to the people she rode in with.
The Mormons who attacked my people.
I saw them.
They saw me.
The soldiers told me my husband was still alive.
That he was looking for me.
And still you returned here.
I'm not ready to be found.
- Did you see anyone? - No.
But they're coming.
A matter of time.
He still has a fever.
We need to move.
We're not moving when he's like this.
I got some more of the medicine.
It's worse.
We have to make a decision.
A decision about what?
No, we're not doing that.
- If the infection spreads... - We're not taking his leg.
- If the infection spreads... - No!
They've come a long way to get here.
Friendly riders approaching!
And here he comes.
All smiles and Jesus.
Hoping I won't notice the concurrent twist he's trying to give my balls.
Likely has a discussion in mind over that pig business.
I imagine so.
Seeing as God's most probably whispering in his ear
that all pigs in the territory have been bestowed as Mormon pork.
What's your feelings on Father, Son, Holy Ghost and such, Sammy?
Well, never gave much thought to be honest.
Not since I was a kid, anyway.
Left behind with leprechauns and pots of gold.
Welcome back, Governor.
Mr. Bridger.
I wonder if you might have a moment for us to continue that previous conversation.
I don't see why not.
Just let me first get my hands on a tin bowl to slip down my pants.
Protect my privates.
So, I hear there was a bit of a misunderstanding
with some of my men regarding your swine.
I believe your men understood me fairly well.
Especially Brother Wild Bill.
How's his foot doing?
That is exactly the type of thing I'm trying to avoid.
I would prefer things not to become contentious between us.
So, to hopefully come to a common ground,
here is my offer of purchase for your establishment.
And I believe you will find it more than fair.
A lot of blisters I got from this fort here.
It started out as nothing but a blacksmith and corral.
Now a regular stop for most every immigrant on their way to paradise.
So, I don't know that I'd necessarily agree
that your offer is more than fair, Governor.
So then what exactly is your price, Mr. Bridger?
I'd have to see where leaving this place puts me.
Would I need to start up all over again?
You understand that my purchase includes your not establishing a fort
anywhere in this area.
Well, even more of a burden I'd be under.
I will be on my way in the morning, Mr. Bridger.
My hope is that you will provide me with an answer before I depart.
It sounds as though your mention of hope
should have an "or else" tacked on to the end.
I do look forward to hearing from you... by morning.
The only thing more concerning than Brigham Young's cunning intellect
is his sense of righteousness towards his so-called Promised Land.
His desire to control Fort Bridger
is reflective of his desire to control the entire Utah Territory.
As goes Fort Bridger, goes Utah.
As goes Utah, goes the entire Mormon religion.
If he is allowed to win, this lawless land will descend into even greater darkness.
I fear this darkness, as no man, woman or child
shall be safe from its wrath.
I didn't mean to fall asleep.
It's worse.
There has to be something else we can do.
What?
What? Wait...
Stop! I said no! Stop!
Two Moons, stop!
- What's happening, Mama? - Stop!
What's happening?
- Stop... - I'm not taking his leg!
Do it.
It's just pain.
Yesterday, I watched a grizzly swim across the Kane River at sunrise.
I witnessed the sun igniting the golden fur behind his ears...
a golden halo surrounding his mighty head.
I felt humbled and awestruck
at the power and grace of this majestic creature,
consumed by the feeling
that there are forces greater than we can ever know
controlling this Earth.
Got both of you beat.
- You got it. - My pot.
Yeah, seems like it's been your pot all night, O'Malley. I'm out.
- I am still in. - You boys got any loose paper?
Could just take your cards, Lieutenant.
They're mostly shit anyways.
There are answers to questions that,
for now, remain just beyond our sight.
I am hopeful that there are peaceful
and beautiful possibilities for us all.
I am hopeful that the beauty which I see in these lands
has a power greater than the darkness.
I tried to tell you, Captain. I truly did.
I am hopeful that, in our darkest and most trying of days,
this love will serve as a safe haven
to guide us all out of the inferno of fear
driving men to these black and brutal, lonely corners of hell.
I am hopeful that the great spirit of love will save us all.
He looks better.
Yeah.
I suppose that means we're leaving soon.
Yeah.
To Crooks Springs?
Mmm-hmm.
The closer we get, the less faith I have in Crooks Springs.
Would you take us to California?
I heard the ocean is beautiful there.
- Would you take us to the ocean? - I don't have business in California.
Especially with a woman and a crippled boy.
- That's not what I meant. - Crooks Springs it is, then.
Now, his father, he's a decent enough man. He's...
Well...
I've known worse.
I just need him to see Devin and smile.
After what that boy's been through,
I doubt a stern look from his father will be all that bad.
- Maybe you could... - I gotta check on the horses.
Do you have something against California?
No.
You can't swim?
I can swim.
Virgil, I can't see nothing!
Well... Nowhere for them to go but up.
As you made clear in our first conversation,
there's no future in military service.
Not a healthy one anyway.
She's not here.
- The Pratt woman. She's not here. - What do you mean?
Look, we tore this place apart. She is not here.
She left. The captain said she went west.
She got pretty comfortable with the Shoshone.
So, a loose end still remains.
I seen their village.
- Ain't nothing but women and children. - Red Feather.
That's who she rode in with.
That's most definitely not a woman or child.
We got more than enough guns to deal with him.
Now let me finish this.
Once and for all.
That's for Brother Young to decide.
Not for you, not for me.
Good luck with your future endeavors, Sergeant.
Tonight is about who we are as a people.
What we stand for.
You know, we're all gonna burn in hell for...
The Lord will help those that help themselves to do right.
Mr. Bridger.
Governor.
Perhaps I forgot to tell you that I was on my way back to Salt Lake.
No, you were clear on that.
And that I owed you a number that I considered to be a fair price.
As it turns out, I don't believe I've got one.
So I'm afraid I'm gonna keep my name on this fort a little while longer.
And I truly hoped we could come to an agreeable arrangement.
There's that mention of hope again.
Very well.
I have a warrant from Judge Leonidas Shaver
for your arrest.
Read, Brother.
"For the unlawful aiding and abetting of Indians
and supplying them with alcohol, arms, and ammunition
for the purpose of committing depredation upon
and making war on the citizens of the United States,
this warrant is hereby issued for the arrest of James Felix Bridger."
That judge of yours uses a lot of words.
And to be honest... I sort of lost my way at "arrest."
Well, in short, it states
that selling guns to Indians is an act of treason, Mr. Bridger.
And as Governor of this territory,
I have the authority to bring you to justice for such acts.
Well, it's possible, there's been a few Indians through here that snuck a drink.
Maybe even got lucky with cards and won a pistola,
but whatever they partook in has been without my knowledge.
That's for the law to decide.
Law has a way to decide things different out here, Governor.
These Natives here?
They watch their people get wiped off the face of the earth by us white folks.
So they've got their own set of laws.
The mountain men, they're watching others come in and take claims
they worked for years, so they've got their particular set.
And me?
I'm just trying to keep my head down and tend to my own business.
Hopefully a man of... a peaceful God such as yourself
can appreciate others just making do the best they can.
My land stretches about 12 miles down the river.
There's some nice open ground just beyond that,
make for a profitable post.
Well, I suppose I should go take a look.
Let me know if you'd like any help putting it up.
Good day, Mr. Bridger.
Think that ends that?
Not by a long shot, Sammy.
They came looking for me.
The Mormons will kill all of you.
For me.
Kill.
You.
Your son.
They will kill him for me.
All the Shoshone.
Kill.
I don't know what I was thinking bringing him here.
You didn't have much of a choice now, did you?
I did have a choice. I could have found some other city back east,
someplace they wouldn't find us.
No. They would have found you no matter where you went.
Worth too much money.
We do what we have to do.
Don't we?
At least you still have the boy with you.
You lost yours.
I'm sorry.
You tell me his name?
What did you see?
Wolves.
What is it?
Isaac.
What is it?
Wolves.
If they get bold enough, they'll take the horses.
- Devin's fever's still down. - Good.
We have to move.
He'll ride with me.
- We'll leave now? - As soon as we can.
How much further west have you been?
Salt Lake Valley.
We scouted for new land for the Shoshone,
but Winter Bird didn't want to move her village again.
Is that why you left with your family?
So I moved my family.
For a better chance of survival.
But there's no such thing as "safe" in this world,
and no God or Creator to ask for help or to answer to when you need it most.
Do you really believe that?
I know it.
So you turn your back on the world?
So you never have to worry about losing anyone else
you might ever care about again?
That was the plan.
They killed the soldiers.
They will come for us.
We have done nothing wrong.
They will come to find and kill her.
To kill all of us.
How many will come?
Too many.
I will not let more die.
We can move west...
As Kinii Da-Dawon told us.
You cannot run forever.
The whites will always find you.
I will go to them. Give myself.
No. You are with us now.
If they want to fight, we'll fight.
You up for a ride? Get out of the snow and cold?
Yes, sir.
Leave in the morning?
No. Tonight.
We've been here too long.
Do you need more? I know where it is.
Here.
I guess I'm gonna be even more crippled now.
Ain't nothing crippled about you.
Never was.
- How long before the weather's warmer? - Soon.
Once we hit lower ground.
- How long will it be until we hit lower... - Shh!
Get down!
Keep going!
You hurt?
Are you hurt?
- Where's my mother? - Shh.
They're out.
They're coming out!
- Shoot that son of a bitch! - Look out!
Get him!
Fuck!
Mr. Reed! Mr. Reed!
Mr. Reed!
I'll kill 'em both!
I swear to God, I'll kill 'em!
Start yelling out, so I know where you are!
I'll kill 'em both, I swear to...
Where is my mom?
Where is she?!
Where is my mom?!
Mom! Mom!
Where's my mom?!
Where is she? Where is she?
Tell me!
Fucking tell me! Where is she?!
They took her.