Dawn Rider Page #3

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but that's probably on

account of the whiskey.

Dad was tryin'

to tell me somethin'

as he was dying.

I know you're losing

the ranch.

I overheard you and Alice.

Well...

I think that's what Dad

was trying to tell me.

Oh?

I wanna help.

Well, John, unless you got

$5,000 squirreled away,

I'm afraid we're movin'.

That's a lot of money, Rudd.

Ain't no way to come by

it honestly, I'm afraid.

I don't do that anymore.

Yeah, I know.

I am due a few hundred on

account of Dad's passing.

You are more than

welcome to that.

I appreciate that.

You got any more apples?

Ah!

That was me.

That was me.

That was all me.

That was all me.

Well, obviously

you're still drunk

because that was me.

You are still

so full of sh*t.

Let's go get

another bottle.

That's a whole

lot of money.

I ain't after the money.

Hello, friend!

Be careful.

There are explosives

back there.

I'll be comin' for that.

This could get real messy.

Move along now.

I said, move along!

Move out!

You okay?

Yeah.

I should start chargin'

for medical attention.

I'd pay for it.

Hey, where you off to?

A loose end

I gotta tie up.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

COCHRANE:
Are you from

around these parts?

Born not five minutes

from here.

I can't stand this

god-forsaken place.

I can't wait

till I get back east.

It's civilized back there.

Money, medicine,

a man can get a decent

bottle of Scotch.

I'm lookin' for someone.

Anyone in particular?

Of course,

someone in particular.

A fellow named

John Mason.

I got three dead in Missouri

on account of him.

A man's gotta answer

for his crimes.

I mean, even if the victims

were devoid of any semblance

of moral rectitude,

the law is the law.

Well, spoken like

a real concerned citizen.

I imagine

that kind of concern

comes with a nice reward.

Yeah, I know John Mason.

He came through Promise

not two days back

lookin' for supplies

for a long trip.

Any idea which way

he was headed?

Sure could

use myself a drink.

He mentioned Nevada.

He said he had business

in Carson City.

Nevada.

Well, that there

ain't Scotch.

It's Bourbon.

From Kentucky!

Well, that's where Bourbon

comes from, doesn't it?

Well, you'd be surprised on

what passes for Bourbon

around these parts.

Mind if I be

keepin' that?

Not at all.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

The next time I tell you

to get movin',

you f***in' move.

Easy, boss.

Yeah, easy, boss.

I'm gonna

take my share.

Good afternoon, Sheriff!

You're Dad Mason's son.

John.

The name is Hayden.

I ought to arrest you

where you stand.

You and Alice Gordon

used to steal

my daddy's crab apples.

I'll give you this,

you were fast as hell.

You still run like that?

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