It's what happens between the main plot points, those few seconds so to speak, that is the difference between a great and so-so show. I haven't seen the latest yet, but I'm still trying to recover from the wounded girl nodding off on log between Indians bedding down for the night and a river. Killing white folks is hard work, so I assume they might be thirsty, and have the sense to make camp near water. Unless I missed something, they either didn't replenish their bodies and supply, or they managed to walk right by her and not see her. Bad Indian, bad Indian.
Eve: I thought I was through getting involved with men who were trouble. Falling in love on a look. I can't look at you.
Mickey: You have perfection about you. Your eyes have music. Your heart's the best part of your body. And when you move, every man, woman and child is forced to watch.