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"But the life of the James Gang wasn't all robbing and shooting and killing, for these young Missouri bucks had a taste for the ladies... especially the handsome and charismatic Jesse James."
I beg your pardon?
"Blazing Guns of the West. True Stories of Jesse James." Only a dime in the hotel lobby.
Let me see that.
Oh, I'm not finished. "When he sauntered into a saloon, his spurs jangling and his pockets full of gold, the ladies flocked around him like flies to a candied apple." As I said. Hmm.
Now, sweetie, y'all wouldn't go believing one of them silly dime novels, would you?
Jesse, have you ever noticed that when you're trying to charm your way out of trouble, your accent gets all farm boy?
Aw, shucks, ma'am...
Stop it. This is just sad.
Swimming. Swimming is good.
Don't turn around.
What?
If you don't see it, it's not real...
You get arrested again, I'll kill you.
Yes ma'am.
I can't believe I had to blow up a train for you.
You are a hell of a woman.
Don't swear.
Yes ma'am.
Tennessee?
I'll explain on the way.
Did you kill Yankees?
A fair number, Ma.
Say your prayers?
Ma, I'm glad to see you being nice to our Injun friend.
He's a good Christian and he killed Yankees. Jesus told me that made him an all right boy.
Easterners.
We're just fine, thank you, sir.
The Lord says we can bury 'em out back in the orchard, nobody'll ever find them.
Somebody's in a vengeful smiting mood today.
Ma! Please!
Boys?
Riders
We know, Ma. Now we got to get you to Doc Mimms.
Take care of each other, boys. You say your prayers.
Doc Mimms will
Shush.
Y'know, Uncle Frank...
Yeah, Jimmy?
...every time you tell that story, you stop there. That's not how it ended. I was five when my dad got shot.
I know. But that's how it should have ended. Your Dad and Mom, riding off into a new life, growing old together, happy.
Allow a man his version of the past. When you get to be my age, you've got enough painful memories, you're allowed to soften a few of the edges up.
Sounds like he was a hell of a man.
That he was.
They're making him a hero now.
Saved a lot of folk from the railroad.
But he killed a lot of men, too.
Can't argue that.
So what was he?
I think... he was just a real interestin' fella to have around.
Uncle Frank?
Yeah Jimmy?
How much of that story is true?
Everything but the boring parts.
Every time I put my head up to hit that Gatling, they try to shoot it off.
So we got a plan?
Distracting enough for you?
Pff. They hardly even noticed you.
So you're saying I could have done more to attract their attention.
Mmhmm.
Such as?
You could have worn one of those big, floppy woman's Easter Sunday hats.
That would have made an impression.
I figure.
See, that's your problem, Frank. By the time you finish figuring out stuff, I'm already finished doing it.
No, Jesse, your problem is you're always doing stuff before I'm finished figuring it out.
Web's dead.
I reckoned.
Hell of a war.
I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Hello, Liberty Missoura!
All this time in the saddle... We get to the farm, I'm going to shoot this damn horse just on principle.
Looks like Web Mimms wasn't the only casualty this town's got.
We better go to Doc's, see what's going on here.
Frank, don't you have something to say?
You're doing just fine.
Zee, we got to talk to you and your father.
Whyyyy... he took down the Gatling gun and the cannon all by himself.
Saved all our lives, Doc. None of the Liberty boys would have come home if not for Web Mimms, Doc. God's honest truth.
All we thought about was coming home. I swore I'd kill anybody who tried to get me off my farm again. If I have to go to war with the railroad to stay, fine by me.
Think about this. If we just come up with a story and stick to it, we should be all right.
What kind of story are they going to believe?
That just might work.
Maybe, maybe...
"Big and older"?
You can shut up now.
You are a charmer.
I swear I'll shoot you in your sleep.
Next time try "fat and haggard."
She's still talking to Jesus.
What worries me is that Jesus is talking back.
if you stop saying things about my Zee.
Your Zee? Hmm. "From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: they sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, that show, contain, and nourish all the world."
You know him?
Heard of him.
I went up to the courthouse and looked at the right of way documents for the rail bed. The railroad doesn't even need our land, they're just taking the land on both sides for as far as they can.
Damn. All that reading paid off.
You ready to stop loafing around with this young lady and get back to farming?
What do you think?
Would you get in the carriage? Until Ma has you home so she can fuss over you herself, she's gonna make me miserable.

"But the life of the James Gang wasn't all robbing and shooting and killing, for these young Missouri bucks had a taste for the ladies... especially the handsome and charismatic Jesse James."

I beg your pardon?

"Blazing Guns of the West. True Stories of Jesse James." Only a dime in the hotel lobby.

Let me see that.

Oh, I'm not finished. "When he sauntered into a saloon, his spurs jangling and his pockets full of gold, the ladies flocked around him like flies to a candied apple." As I said. Hmm.

Now, sweetie, y'all wouldn't go believing one of them silly dime novels, would you?

Jesse, have you ever noticed that when you're trying to charm your way out of trouble, your accent gets all farm boy?

Aw, shucks, ma'am...

Stop it. This is just sad.

Swimming. Swimming is good.

Don't turn around.

What?

If you don't see it, it's not real...

You get arrested again, I'll kill you.

Yes ma'am.

I can't believe I had to blow up a train for you.

You are a hell of a woman.

Don't swear.

Yes ma'am.

Tennessee?

I'll explain on the way.

Did you kill Yankees?

A fair number, Ma.

Say your prayers?

Ma, I'm glad to see you being nice to our Injun friend.

He's a good Christian and he killed Yankees. Jesus told me that made him an all right boy.

Easterners.

We're just fine, thank you, sir.

The Lord says we can bury 'em out back in the orchard, nobody'll ever find them.

Somebody's in a vengeful smiting mood today.

Ma! Please!

Boys?

Riders

We know, Ma. Now we got to get you to Doc Mimms.

Take care of each other, boys. You say your prayers.

Doc Mimms will

Shush.

Y'know, Uncle Frank...

Yeah, Jimmy?

...every time you tell that story, you stop there. That's not how it ended. I was five when my dad got shot.

I know. But that's how it should have ended. Your Dad and Mom, riding off into a new life, growing old together, happy.

Allow a man his version of the past. When you get to be my age, you've got enough painful memories, you're allowed to soften a few of the edges up.

Sounds like he was a hell of a man.

That he was.

They're making him a hero now.

Saved a lot of folk from the railroad.

But he killed a lot of men, too.

Can't argue that.

So what was he?

I think... he was just a real interestin' fella to have around.

Uncle Frank?

Yeah Jimmy?

How much of that story is true?

Everything but the boring parts.

Every time I put my head up to hit that Gatling, they try to shoot it off.

So we got a plan?

Distracting enough for you?

Pff. They hardly even noticed you.

So you're saying I could have done more to attract their attention.

Mmhmm.

Such as?

You could have worn one of those big, floppy woman's Easter Sunday hats.

That would have made an impression.

I figure.

See, that's your problem, Frank. By the time you finish figuring out stuff, I'm already finished doing it.

No, Jesse, your problem is you're always doing stuff before I'm finished figuring it out.

Web's dead.

I reckoned.

Hell of a war.

I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Hello, Liberty Missoura!

All this time in the saddle... We get to the farm, I'm going to shoot this damn horse just on principle.

Looks like Web Mimms wasn't the only casualty this town's got.

We better go to Doc's, see what's going on here.

Frank, don't you have something to say?

You're doing just fine.

Zee, we got to talk to you and your father.

Whyyyy... he took down the Gatling gun and the cannon all by himself.

Saved all our lives, Doc. None of the Liberty boys would have come home if not for Web Mimms, Doc. God's honest truth.

All we thought about was coming home. I swore I'd kill anybody who tried to get me off my farm again. If I have to go to war with the railroad to stay, fine by me.

Think about this. If we just come up with a story and stick to it, we should be all right.

What kind of story are they going to believe?

That just might work.

Maybe, maybe...

"Big and older"?

You can shut up now.

You are a charmer.

I swear I'll shoot you in your sleep.

Next time try "fat and haggard."

She's still talking to Jesus.

What worries me is that Jesus is talking back.

if you stop saying things about my Zee.

Your Zee? Hmm. "From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: they sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, that show, contain, and nourish all the world."

You know him?

Heard of him.

I went up to the courthouse and looked at the right of way documents for the rail bed. The railroad doesn't even need our land, they're just taking the land on both sides for as far as they can.

Damn. All that reading paid off.

You ready to stop loafing around with this young lady and get back to farming?

What do you think?

Would you get in the carriage? Until Ma has you home so she can fuss over you herself, she's gonna make me miserable.