Cassidy Red Page #2

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in the product.

Now there's no need to sequester

yourself in the shadows.

( chuckles ) If an

egotist, like Rowena admits

to a new hire being attractive,

well, then it certainly

is not a matter of opinion,

so come on out here.

Let's have a look at you.

Well, if it isn't

Miss Josephine Cassidy.

Make peace

with your God, Tom.

For what crime do I owe

this death sentence, hmm?

Loving you?

How about killing

an innocent man?

Doesn't a dying man

deserve one last smoke, Cass?

( trigger clicks )

How'd you do it?

- How'd I do what?

- How'd you kill him?

The red skinned paramour.

Wasn't Rowena supposed to talk

you into using a Derringer?

You think I'd trade my weapon

for an empty garter gun?

I suppose the daughter of a whore is

smart enough to know never to trust one.

You've got exactly five seconds to

unburden yourself and confess to me

how you killed Jakob.

Or I could leave it a mystery

and splatter your brains

all over the wall.

- Who told you I killed him?

- Five...

Oh, your trustworthy

old pal, Rowena.

- Four.

- Scrupulous to a fault, that one.

I mean, when was the last time a hooker

lied to get something they wanted?

- Three.

- Who says Jakob is dead?

Or maybe she told you

exactly what you needed to hear

to get you to come back.

Back to this town.

Back to me.

You're lyin'.

Am I?

I am so happy

that you're home, Cass.

( shouting ) We all are.

Aren't we boys?

( Joe gasps )

( Joe moans )

Y'all remember Joe Cassidy?

Of course you do.

Who could forget

a prickly pear like her?

I like your new hair, darlin'.

It softens your face.

( crying, coughing )

I am sorry

if I hurt you, Joe,

but you hurt me first.

Matter of fact,

you shattered my heart

into jagged shards and then sprinkled

them pieces all over that campfire.

If you have any heart

still left to beat,

I aim to silence it for good.

( laughs )

That's my girl,

staunch to the last.

Let's find this heartbreaker

a soft place to lay down

them fiery locks,

shall we, boys?

( Joe groans )

And how did you think

this was going to end exactly?

( Joe coughs )

( Joe moans )

With your blood

on my boots.

( moans )

( metal clasping )

( grunts )

Well, I'll be.

This bracelet fits a lot better

than that ring you lost

interest in so quickly.

( spits, grunts )

Ain't neither of you

long for this world.

Enjoy your last night

together.

Joe?

Jake?

( groaning )

You're alive.

I am now.

Lemme guess. They share

some poison berries

that Jakob had holstered

just in case this ever happened?

Not every one in every

story is quite as hung up

- on martyrdom as you are.

- Since I don't know what that word means,

I'm gonna go ahead

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