Here's the plan. We don't even stop. We ride like hell.
Tonight we'll keep right on going. We'll walk the horses.
That is the plan. What the hell are those things?
-How could they bury a station wagon? -Why would they do it?
Come on, git!
Walter wouldn't know a decent horse if it bit him in the ass.
Wait a minute. They got wind of something they don't like.
Something's going on.
l don't see anything anywhere!
-Are you okay? -Yeah. What about my horse?
What in the name of--
That's how they get you. They're under the goddamn ground.
-What the hell are they? -Sons of bitches!
Must be a million of 'em!
Nope. Just one.
Come on.
He's gaining on us!
Look!
We can make it!
Stupid son of a bitch.
lt knocked itself cold.
Cold, my ass!
He's dead.
We killed it.
We killed it!
Fuck you!
Hey, guys. What's going on?
Did you notice anything weird a minute ago?
l mean, it just happened--
What's that?