Subtitle True Grit Access

When Mattie found Cogburn , he was more interested in a bottle than a bounty. But Mattie had a way of talking that made men feel smaller than they were. She didn't offer him a plea; she offered him fifty dollars and a piece of her iron will.

The man who shot her father had fled into the Choctaw Nation, a place where the law was thin and the shadows were long. Mattie knew she couldn't go alone, but she didn't want just any lawman. She wanted the one they called "the meanest"—a one-eyed, whiskey-soaked U.S. Marshal named Rooster Cogburn . He was a man of grit, the kind of grit that didn't wash off with soap or regret. The Bargain of Blood subtitle True Grit

: Cogburn agreed, thinking he’d leave the girl at the riverbank. When Mattie found Cogburn , he was more

: In the chaos, Mattie found herself face-to-face with Chaney. She fired her father’s heavy Dragoon pistol, the recoil nearly snapping her arm, but the justice was done. The man who shot her father had fled

When Mattie found Cogburn , he was more interested in a bottle than a bounty. But Mattie had a way of talking that made men feel smaller than they were. She didn't offer him a plea; she offered him fifty dollars and a piece of her iron will.

The man who shot her father had fled into the Choctaw Nation, a place where the law was thin and the shadows were long. Mattie knew she couldn't go alone, but she didn't want just any lawman. She wanted the one they called "the meanest"—a one-eyed, whiskey-soaked U.S. Marshal named Rooster Cogburn . He was a man of grit, the kind of grit that didn't wash off with soap or regret. The Bargain of Blood

: Cogburn agreed, thinking he’d leave the girl at the riverbank.

: In the chaos, Mattie found herself face-to-face with Chaney. She fired her father’s heavy Dragoon pistol, the recoil nearly snapping her arm, but the justice was done.