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You're spillin' your whiskey, mister.
Like I said, I...
What's your name?
Uh, William... uh... Hendershot.
Well, Mister Hendershot, if I was to call you a no good sonofabitch an' a liar, an' if I was to say you shit in your pants on account of a cowardly soul... well, I guess then, you would show me your pistol right quick an' shoot me dead, ain't that so?
I... I guess I might... but like I said, I ain't armed.
I guess you just carry it for snakes an' such.
Uh... yeah. Yeah.
There ain't no snakes in here, Mister Hendershot.
Well, uh... it ain't loaded.
He should have armed himself if he was gonna decorate his saloon with the body of my friend.
I guess you are ThreeFingered Jack out of Missouri, killer of women and children.
I have done that... killed women and children... I have killed most everything that walks or crawls an' now I have come to kill you, Little Bill, for what you done to Ned. Now step aside. boys.
I don't... deserve this... to die this way. I was... building a house.
"Deserve" don't mean shit, Little Bill.
I'll see you... in hell, you three fingered asshole.
Shut up, Alice. Little Bill, a whippin' ain't gonna settle this.
No?
This here's a lawful contract... betwixt me an' Delilah Fitzgerald, the cutwhore. Now I brung her clear from Boston, paid her expenses an' all, an' I got a contract which represents an investment of capital.
Property.
Damaged property. Like if I was to hamstring one of their cow ponies.
You figure nobody'll want to fuck her.
Hell no. Leastways, they won't pay to do it.
She could maybe clean up around the place or somethin', but nobody's gonna pay good money for a cutup whore.
You boys are off of the Spade Outfit. Got your own string of ponies?
Hit your finger, huh?
Huh? Hullo, Skinny. Snuck up on me. How do you like her?
Heard you done the roof yourself.
Roof? Jesus, Skinny, I done practically every damn thing myself. Roberts boy hauled wood, that's all.
What's all that wood?
Porch. I'm puttin' a porch on her so's I can puff my pipe of an evening an' drink my coffee an' watch the sun set.
Yeah?
Them whores, they been fuckin' an' fuckin' all them cowboys that come into town the last two weeks...
Shit, Skinny, we got railroad barons an' cattle barons, but you' re gonna be the first of the billiard barons.
...They been fuckin' 'em, 'an tellin' every bowlegged one of 'em how they're payin' a thousand dollars to whatever sonofabitch kills them two boys which cut up Delilah.
An' all them cowboys been riding that beef down to Kansas an' Cheyenne?
Yup.
All week?
I didn't hear nothin' till last night.
Word must have got all the way to Texas by now.
Oh, shit, Bill, I guess nobody's gonna come clear from Texas.
They really got all that money, them whores?
You know how women kin lie... I knock 'em around a little, ask 'em where the money is, they say they don't have none?... but they coulda squirreled away that much, the five of 'em. Maybe.
That much, huh?
You could run off them two cowboys.
I could run off them whores.
Well, I guess they'll just up an' run anyhow, them two.
Nope. They'll stay out on the Spade country where they got friends.
We got one of them fuckers, Sheriff, out by Cow Creek, we...
Alive?
Hell, yeah. A bunch of us Bar T boys went out lookin' on account of them killin' one of our own. We come across this fucker on a roan goin' South an'...
He admit it?
No... but I guess he will soon enough. Had a Spencer rifle on him an' he was...
Those cowboys messin' him up?
Uh... a little, maybe.
You an' Andy get the hell out there. Find out where them other two went.
Hullo, Bob. Boys, this here is English Bob.
Shit and fried eggs.
Been a long time, Bob. You run out of Chinamen?
Little Bill, I thought you were dead. I see you shaved off your chin whiskers.
Well, I was always tasting the soup two hours after I et it.
What I heard was that you fell off your horse drunk and broke your neck.
I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell, I even thought I was dead til I found out it was just I was in Nebraska. Who's your friend?
WW Beauchamp... Little Bill Daggett and... "friends."
Books. He's my biographer.
Oh.
Not really... Maybe a couple of Peacemakers... I imagine you could overlook those, eh, Bill? If you didn't see them... or hear them?
I guess not, Bob. I don't like guns around.
Charley, see what kind of "books" Mister Beauchamp is packing... but watch you don't get wet.
Be careful with those, sonny.
You leave me at the mercy of my enemies.
Enemies, Bob? You been talking about the Queen again? On Independence Day?
Mmmm pistols.
Oh yeah.
I thought... you was an angel.
You ain't dead.
Some big guy beat the shit out of me. I guess I must look a lot like you, huh?
You don't look nothin' like me, mister.
I didn't mean no offense. I guess you're the one them cowboys cut up. Ned an' The Kid, my partners, are they... ?
They went out scouting when they saw your fever broke.
Scouting?
On the Bar T... looking for... them.
Oh. How long I been here?
Three days. Are you hungry?
Three days? I must be.
I thought I was gone. See them birds? Most times I wouldn't even notice them birds much. But I'm noticin' 'em real good 'cause I thought I was dead.
I brought your hat. You... left it down at Greely's.
That big guy lookin' for me?
Are you really going to kill them?
Yeah, I guess. There's still a payment, ain't there?
Them other two, they been takin' advances on the payment.
Advances?
Free ones?
Alice an' Silky gave them... free ones.
Oh. Yeah.
You want... a free one.
Me? No. No, I guess not.
I didn't mean... with me. Alice and Silky, they'll give you one... if you want.
I... I guess not. I didn't mean I didn't want one 'cause of you bein' cut up. I didn't mean that.
You're a beautiful woman an'... if I was to want a free one, I guess I'd want you more than them others. It ain't... See... I can't have no free one on account of my wife...

You're spillin' your whiskey, mister.

Like I said, I...

What's your name?

Uh, William... uh... Hendershot.

Well, Mister Hendershot, if I was to call you a no good sonofabitch an' a liar, an' if I was to say you shit in your pants on account of a cowardly soul... well, I guess then, you would show me your pistol right quick an' shoot me dead, ain't that so?

I... I guess I might... but like I said, I ain't armed.

I guess you just carry it for snakes an' such.

Uh... yeah. Yeah.

There ain't no snakes in here, Mister Hendershot.

Well, uh... it ain't loaded.

He should have armed himself if he was gonna decorate his saloon with the body of my friend.

I guess you are ThreeFingered Jack out of Missouri, killer of women and children.

I have done that... killed women and children... I have killed most everything that walks or crawls an' now I have come to kill you, Little Bill, for what you done to Ned. Now step aside. boys.

I don't... deserve this... to die this way. I was... building a house.

"Deserve" don't mean shit, Little Bill.

I'll see you... in hell, you three fingered asshole.

Shut up, Alice. Little Bill, a whippin' ain't gonna settle this.

No?

This here's a lawful contract... betwixt me an' Delilah Fitzgerald, the cutwhore. Now I brung her clear from Boston, paid her expenses an' all, an' I got a contract which represents an investment of capital.

Property.

Damaged property. Like if I was to hamstring one of their cow ponies.

You figure nobody'll want to fuck her.

Hell no. Leastways, they won't pay to do it.

She could maybe clean up around the place or somethin', but nobody's gonna pay good money for a cutup whore.

You boys are off of the Spade Outfit. Got your own string of ponies?

Hit your finger, huh?

Huh? Hullo, Skinny. Snuck up on me. How do you like her?

Heard you done the roof yourself.

Roof? Jesus, Skinny, I done practically every damn thing myself. Roberts boy hauled wood, that's all.

What's all that wood?

Porch. I'm puttin' a porch on her so's I can puff my pipe of an evening an' drink my coffee an' watch the sun set.

Yeah?

Them whores, they been fuckin' an' fuckin' all them cowboys that come into town the last two weeks...

Shit, Skinny, we got railroad barons an' cattle barons, but you' re gonna be the first of the billiard barons.

...They been fuckin' 'em, 'an tellin' every bowlegged one of 'em how they're payin' a thousand dollars to whatever sonofabitch kills them two boys which cut up Delilah.

An' all them cowboys been riding that beef down to Kansas an' Cheyenne?

Yup.

All week?

I didn't hear nothin' till last night.

Word must have got all the way to Texas by now.

Oh, shit, Bill, I guess nobody's gonna come clear from Texas.

They really got all that money, them whores?

You know how women kin lie... I knock 'em around a little, ask 'em where the money is, they say they don't have none?... but they coulda squirreled away that much, the five of 'em. Maybe.

That much, huh?

You could run off them two cowboys.

I could run off them whores.

Well, I guess they'll just up an' run anyhow, them two.

Nope. They'll stay out on the Spade country where they got friends.

We got one of them fuckers, Sheriff, out by Cow Creek, we...

Alive?

Hell, yeah. A bunch of us Bar T boys went out lookin' on account of them killin' one of our own. We come across this fucker on a roan goin' South an'...

He admit it?

No... but I guess he will soon enough. Had a Spencer rifle on him an' he was...

Those cowboys messin' him up?

Uh... a little, maybe.

You an' Andy get the hell out there. Find out where them other two went.

Hullo, Bob. Boys, this here is English Bob.

Shit and fried eggs.

Been a long time, Bob. You run out of Chinamen?

Little Bill, I thought you were dead. I see you shaved off your chin whiskers.

Well, I was always tasting the soup two hours after I et it.

What I heard was that you fell off your horse drunk and broke your neck.

I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell, I even thought I was dead til I found out it was just I was in Nebraska. Who's your friend?

WW Beauchamp... Little Bill Daggett and... "friends."

Books. He's my biographer.

Oh.

Not really... Maybe a couple of Peacemakers... I imagine you could overlook those, eh, Bill? If you didn't see them... or hear them?

I guess not, Bob. I don't like guns around.

Charley, see what kind of "books" Mister Beauchamp is packing... but watch you don't get wet.

Be careful with those, sonny.

You leave me at the mercy of my enemies.

Enemies, Bob? You been talking about the Queen again? On Independence Day?

Mmmm pistols.

Oh yeah.

I thought... you was an angel.

You ain't dead.

Some big guy beat the shit out of me. I guess I must look a lot like you, huh?

You don't look nothin' like me, mister.

I didn't mean no offense. I guess you're the one them cowboys cut up. Ned an' The Kid, my partners, are they... ?

They went out scouting when they saw your fever broke.

Scouting?

On the Bar T... looking for... them.

Oh. How long I been here?

Three days. Are you hungry?

Three days? I must be.

I thought I was gone. See them birds? Most times I wouldn't even notice them birds much. But I'm noticin' 'em real good 'cause I thought I was dead.

I brought your hat. You... left it down at Greely's.

That big guy lookin' for me?

Are you really going to kill them?

Yeah, I guess. There's still a payment, ain't there?

Them other two, they been takin' advances on the payment.

Advances?

Free ones?

Alice an' Silky gave them... free ones.

Oh. Yeah.

You want... a free one.

Me? No. No, I guess not.

I didn't mean... with me. Alice and Silky, they'll give you one... if you want.

I... I guess not. I didn't mean I didn't want one 'cause of you bein' cut up. I didn't mean that.

You're a beautiful woman an'... if I was to want a free one, I guess I'd want you more than them others. It ain't... See... I can't have no free one on account of my wife...