Crane addresses the audience. "As Mr. Durant said, I am here, laurel branch in hand, to meet with the Indians." Reverend Cole applauds. Nobody joins him. Crane goes on: "But in the other hand, I wield a cudgel, and that cudgel is the full and mighty force of the United States military!" Now everybody else applauds. Crane gets the crowd going, promising a fight if that's what the "savages" want. One guy in the audience looks like he mistakenly wandered in from an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog shoot. Hello, there. Cullen scowls. Either he's displeased by what the Senator is saying or he's just being his usual grumpy self. It's hard to tell. Cue the opening credits.

At the saloon, Cullen pours himself a shot of that "corn likker." Why he even bothers with a glass is kind of a mystery. Mr. Toole is expelling some hot air at the bar. "First the floozies and now they're lettin' the Injuns come for a party," he says to his assorted cronies. Is he seriously complaining about prostitutes being in town? Because they wouldn't be there if horny toads like him weren't shelling out the dough. "I tell ya, lads, we'll soon be workin' for the likes of them." Cullen drinks and tries to ignore them. He notices the Swede at the bar with that bearded fellow he met at the logging camp. They glance back at Cullen during their conversation. Cullen's view is suddenly blocked by the appearance of Reverend Cole. "You ain't here for a drink, are you?" Cullen asks. "A spirit of a different sort possesses me," the Reverend says. Cullen thinks the Reverend means to try to save his soul again, but the Reverend has something else in mind this time. First he reminds Cullen that he once gave him asylum in the church and then tells him the Cheyenne are coming to talk peace. "Who's crazy-ass idea was that?" Cullen asks. The Reverend gives him a pointed look and Cullen rolls his eyes. "Beg pardon, preacher, but somehow I don't see that ending well." He reaches for another drink of whiskey, but the Reverend pours the shot for him. He asks Cullen to talk to the walking bosses and tell them to keep their men in check. He fears bloodshed otherwise. Cullen thinks on it a while, then shrugs and says he'll do what he can. They shake on it.