Hickok

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- Uh, that one.

- Much obliged.

Closer to the fire, so

I can see you, please.

What do you want, old man?

- You can start by

puttin' that gun away.

Name is George Knox,

mayor of that town.

I figured maybe we could

just go somewhere and talk

for a while.

It used to be quiet here.

A place where people

could raise their youngins

without the fear

of a stray bullet.

Things ain't so quiet anymore.

Now, we could use someone

with your skills to help us

get this town back

to that place.

How would you like to

be marshal of Abilene?

- Why the hell would I wanna

do a crazy thing like that?

- The same reason

you just interfered

in another man's quarrel

and put yourself between

him and a bullet.

'Cause sometimes it takes a

good man to stop bad people.

- I ain't a good man.

- Son, every man's

got his demons.

- How much does the job pay?

- A $100 a month.

- That's not nearly enough.

- 150 and $10 extra for

every man you arrest.

- What about each man I shoot?

- It ain't blood money.

$10 for every man

you arrest, not kill.

Now, we got a deal?

- Deal.

If you don't mind me asking,

what happened to

your last marshal?

- Resigned.

- You mean he was killed?

Well, that's gonna cost

you a little extra.

Say, a house and

some new clothes?

- I think we can handle that.

- Marshal, all right.

- Now, you fine

gentlemen let me know

if y'all need

anything else, okay?

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Mm-hmm.

- Gentlemen, within a week,

Abilene will be an island

in the sea of Texas

cattle and Texas humans.

- Will all due respect, mayor,

this is a good Christian

town, a god-fearin' town.

- Oh, for god's sakes, get

off your high horse, Jenkins.

You and I both know that Abilene

can teach Sodom and

Gomorrah a few lessons.

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