Re: Episode 7-2: Night Terrors
Maybe it was here. Maybe it had always had been.
When Morgan had heard about Hays, when the name Quantrill had escaped little Laura Palmer's lips, he'd felt as though he had known for certain. Even more so after he'd seen Sarah. It was the hunt he'd been on all of his life. To put right all the horror the Border Ruffians had visited on his home. On his family. Insuring that William Quantrill was in his grave struck him as the last task before him. The last fight.
But maybe it was this. Putting a stop to the madman that now stood before them. The one who carved up men like meat in a slaughterhouse.
How was it Suzy Winger had put it? "I know it sounds crazy, but he moved so quickly. I'd say maybe five times as fast as any o' y'all could move."
Once, when Morgan was in the northern part of Kansas, he'd encountered a group of Cheyenne braves, warriors that were hunting the same murderous fugitive as he. Once they had understood that they were not enemies, they had ridden together. Morgan had told them about the Ruffians and Lawrence. One of the men, called Dull Knife, spoke of Custer and the Little Big Horn. He'd said that at the battle, one of the Sioux leaders, named Low Dog, had called out to them, "Follow me. This is a good day to die."
So it was. He walked forward alongside Earp, raising his weapon as the killer turned to face them.