5 Card Stud Page #2

O, come and rest, come and rest

Heavy-laden guilt oppressed

O, come and rest, come and rest

Hark, 'tis God's home

Amen

Well, I see|God's House is full today.

But I don't think I've started|any religious revival.

You came here out of curiosity,|most of you.

And your curiosity was|mainly brought on by Mr Colt.

If I hadn't fired that gun, there'd be|nobody here but me and the dog.

Before I came here,|there was nobody but the dog.

You didn't seem to think you needed|a church, just a big doghouse.

But I'm here to tell you,|you need a praying place.

You want to know why? I'll tell you why.|Because you're hell-bent for hell.

The Lord saw fit|to sprinkle gold here.

Man and his greed|is turning Paradise into a pigsty.

By day he sweats|for a pinch of yellow dust,

and at night he squanders it on lust.

But let's not blame our sins|on the gold.

There was sin here|before it was found.

Just a while ago, a man was hanged,

for no reason|that ever came to light.

Nor were his murderers|ever brought to book.

They walk the streets|as free as you and I.

But their Maker knows who they are.

They can't escape from Him,|and He will punish them.

Now I say to you, mend your ways.

Your feet are already|on the downward path.

Stop!

Before the fires below devour you.

Amen.

May God bless you all.

You plan to be the conscience|of this town?

- It could use one.|- Somebody elected you?

God.

And Mr Colt, first name Samuel.|Sort of biblical, isn't it?

Mr Colt votes a lot of people in.

- He also votes a lot of them out.|- You're forgetting about God.

Why not let God do his own work?

I'm filling in for him|till he gets around to Rincon.

Well, if either of you|needs any help... call on me.

Nick Evers.

Meet me here in an hour, Stoney,|and space out those drinks.

Yes, ma'am.

- Nora.|- Mr Hurley.

The bridle broke|going home from church.

- Dad patched it but I need a new one.|- I'll fix it in a jiffy.

Thanks. I'll be back|after I finish my trading.

Mr Hurley... What did you think|of the new preacher yesterday?

A lot more than he does of this town.|Maybe the man's right.

Fred Carson must be|keeping banking hours.

But bankers don't leave|the front doors open.

He must be in the storeroom.|I'll go see.

Stay out of there!|I'm going for help.

- What the hell is that?|- Looks like Stoney had an accident.

That's no accident.|He's been strangled.

George! Sit down.

That's right out of Rincon Creek.

Funny thing about gold, it doesn't look|like gold until it gets to be money.

- Have you read about Rincon?|- Paper's full of it.

If it ain't the strike, it's Fred Carson|being drowned in a flour barrel.

- Tomorrow it'll be Stoney Burough.|- What about Stoney Burough?

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