Jane Got a Gun

and I would toss that big

sack of sh*t on a wagon

and I would ride him

into town yourself,

so they can hang him quick.

Bishops would be sated,

and you'll still have

your life.

Maybe even a little bag of gold

for your troubles.

Anything else

you choose to do...

is pure ignorance.

I thank you

for your hospitality.

You're welcome. -And judging

by the looks of things,

you wouldn't have been

much use to me anyway.

Probably not.

I'll hire me

somebody in Lullaby.

He's not worth your life, Jane.

My life's worth

isn't your concern.

Hasn't been for years.

I understand

that you were engaged

in the trading of fur

with my old...

friend, Bill Hammond.

Somehow he managed

to execute four of my men

and then ride off,

despite the fact

that he was peppered

with bullet wounds.

Now, how would

he have done that?

I-I seen it through

the window, Mr. Bishop.

H-Hammond walked to his horse.

A bunch of guys

came around the corner.

All hell broke loose.

Ham-Hammond got

the best of them.

You ever see him

in the company of a woman,

significantly more attractive

than he is?

Goes by the name

of Jane Ballard.

Would you happen to know

where Hammond resides, then?

You're a fur trader!

Here I am trying

to trade with you,

and you've nothing to offer!

Don't know where he lives.

But I see him...

always heading north.

P-Please.

Please.

I... I have a family.

How long you been there for?

Got enough firepower here

to start another war.

What you want

all this stuff for, anyways?

Just do.

Yeah!

Well, mama said

we can bring 'em with us

if we pack 'em up.

Excuse me.

Do you know where I could find

John Bishop?

Well, Mr. Bishop's

a very busy man.

Vic could help you.

He's his right hand.

Sometimes his left.

He's right back there.

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