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But, Knox, hirin' a gunslinger,

you think that's the right move?

- Damn right it is.

- Ooo-whee!

You sure are pretty.

- Damned if I ain't.

- You know, I can't

seem to figure out

how I ended up in here,

and you ended up out there.

Didn't you steal my horse?

- Son, I'm gonna give

you a word of advice.

You're sittin' at

the poker table,

and you can't see who

the idiot is, it's you.

I saved your life by

throwin' you in that box.

You should be thankful.

- Yeah, uh, just what did

ya hit me with, anyway?

- Big ol' bottle.

Scotch.

Damn shame.

- Bang, got you!

- What the hell are you doin'?

You followin' me

around with this?

- I wanna be a lawman

when I grow up!

- A lawman, huh?

Why aren't you in school?

- Don't you know nothin'?

It's Saturday.

- Saturday?

Well, go on, get outta here.

- I want my gun!

- No, I'm keepin'

your gun, I like it.

- I said I want my

gun, you bastard!

- Hold up your hands,

you son of a b*tch!

I saw what you did

to that poor boy.

You've run through your luck.

Every breath you

take from now on

is a personal present from me.

- You wouldn't murder a man

without givin' him a fair play,

would you?

- I'm gonna learn ya a lesson.

Can ya dance?

You look awful

pretty in that getup.

- Listen, why don't ya calm

down and I'll give you my guns?

- Yeah.

- You like the sound of that?

- Yeah.

- Here.

Son of a b*tch.

Somebody give me a hand here.

- Yeah, I'll take charge here.

- Mr. preacher.

- In addition to my holy duties,

I'm also the town undertaker.

- Well, that's handy, I guess.

- We are a god-fearin'

town, marshal.

It's like the good book says,

waste not, want not.

- Sorry to disappoint you.

Hoist him up.

He's all yours.

- The good book

also tells us that all things

come to those who wait.

- You better be careful

shootin' people, Mr. marshal.

Sullivan's a good customer.

- Your good customer just

tried to bushwhack me.

- Sully's harmless.

- No one's harmless with a gun

and a belly full of liquor.

From now on,

you be sure you don't serve a

man more than he can handle.

- I just take orders, mister.

Mr. Poe says the only

question I ask is,

can they pay for their drinks?

- Welcome.

I reckon congratulations

are in order.

Ben, pour our new marshal

a drink of the good stuff.

- It's all right, Ben.

We'll drink this bottle.

- Ah, no, no.

- What's the matter?

Whiskey's whiskey, ain't it?

- Well, I prefer my own brand.

- This is your brand.

These are all your brands.

Unless you're puttin' bad

whiskey into good bottles.

Hmm?

- How much you make a

month, marshal, 150?

That ain't very much.

- Things are gonna

change around here.

First thing that's

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