But Mickey has other things on his mind, like the new girl in town. As he watches her hang up her laundry, he tells Sean that he heard she was a white girl who was sold to Indians. "Some say she was a slave, others say she was an Indian princess," he says. His eyes sparkle like he's recounting some fabulous fairytale, but Sean brings him back down to earth: "She's just a whore, Mick." With more than a hint of mischief, Mickey dares his brother to go talk to her and prove him wrong. Sean doesn't seem keen on that idea, but since guys everywhere in every era seem unable to resist the dares of their brothers, he screws up his courage and goes over to this girl. He politely doffs his hat and runs a hand through his grimy locks. "Good morning to ya," he says. Her back has been toward them this whole time. When she finally turns around, Sean gets a look at the black tattoos on her chin. She is pale-skinned, young and quite pretty, but the coldly angry look she gives him has probably sent his manhood scuttling down his pant leg and off to the hills. She says something in some unknown language with enough vehemence to scare Sean witless. He takes a few steps back, stumbles and falls on his ass into a particularly soupy mud puddle. Mickey laughs. The young lady smiles at Sean's back as he scampers away.
Workers wait outside the foreman's tent for their job orders for the day. Elam is among them, as is another worker named Psalms. Since they are lucky enough to be alive 150 years too early to have seen the latest Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, they instead gossip about their new boss. "Buy the man a drink first, that's what I hear," Psalms tells the other workers. "Buy the man a drink, then go savage as a meat ax on him." "He didn't kill Johnson," Elam says. Nobody seems to really buy that, considering Cullen was almost hanged for the murder. Speak of the devil: Cullen finally comes out of the tent and seems surprised to find the men waiting for him. He gives two white men -- a Mr. Kretchmer and a Mr. Toole -- their assignments. Then, turning to the freedmen: "Elam, I need you and your men --" Elam cuts him off. "It's Mr. Ferguson," he says. Everyone except Cullen gets a little tense. "Elam," he says pointedly, "you and your men get down to the cut." He walks over to Elam and they have a staring contest that's cut short when the Swede rides up on his horse. The Weasel and one other man are with him. The Swede has come looking for men to go looking for Lily Bell who, as he says, has been taken captive by Cheyenne dog soldiers. He tells them about Mr. Durant's bounty offered to anyone who finds her. Cullen tries to exert his new powers as foreman to keep the men there, but the Swede ignores him and starts picking men. Even when Cullen threatens them with the loss of their jobs, they'd much rather take their chances with the Swede. "Boss man, let them go," Elam pipes up. "We can do they work and our work." Elam's coworkers start secretly planning to empty their pee buckets in his bed.