You sure put her in a good position.
I'd like to have my gun back, Dee.
Still picking up after your brother.
Mama would be proud of that.

Seen Mama lately?
Not since the funeral.
Mama's dead?
I buried her six weeks to the day
after Appomattox.

It was raining.
- She didn't suffer?
- Only in her mind.

- Because of me, you mean.
- You're the one who said that.

I killed her. That's what you mean.
You never did her any good, Dee.
That's what I mean.

The day she found
you joined Quantrill...

...she started going downhill
for the last time.

And when you fellows burnt
Lawrence, Kansas...

...after that, she never spoke
another word. She just...

...sat by the fire...
...and didn't say anything.
Hey, Robbie. Here's a mama for you.
One boy goes with Quantrill,
the other goes with Sherman.

One helps burn down a town,
the other helps burn down a state.

The one that burned the town
is the one that done in his mama.

Sherman was war, Dee.
Quantrill was meanness.
Well, what about this big sheriff
and his bunch?

Think he's gonna cross the border?