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Cousin John is a missionary

on his way to China.

What's keeping him?

I think he's wondering if he

couldn't do more good here.

You ain't too friendly, are you?

I like to pick my friends.

You ought to learn not to pick them

so easy like you do your cousins.

Ask her.

I never saw him before in my life.

You're too little to

make that big a mistake.

You gonna correct me or

just bleed at the mouth?

Bring him outside.

- What happened?

- I wanted to be my cousin.

And she hasn't any aunts or uncles.

Good boy, Mick.

Look out!

Kill him, Mick.

- Mick will kill him.

- That's ten to one.

Always bet on the champion.

Then you can only lose once.

Ten to one? I'll take it.

You're down. A thousand to a hundred.

Come on, Mick!

Way to go!

Come on, Mick!

That is, Mick!

It's the first time Mick ever got it.

You done a fine job, stranger.

I can't believe this.

Mick Marian losing a fight

and me winning a thousand.

Give it to him, Prince.

In chips.

Care for some coffee?

Yeah. Thanks.

They told me who was fighting.

I was getting ready to rent you a room.

- Sugar or cream?

- Cream.

Myself I'd rather buy a forest fire.

So would I.

When a fights a man

because of a woman

it means that the woman

has made the man bold.

But fighting is no good.

Because it just lead to trouble.

And a man can't grow old

where there's women and gold.

No, a man can't grow old

where there's women and gold.

Come in.

How do you feel?

Like a million dollars.

You just cost me a thousand.

I brought your hat and coat.

Are you always this sweet

to the men who fight over you?

Only the winners.

- Tell me something.

- What?

That fella could have killed me.

Where do you bury the losers?

You talk too much.

What do you want? The next dance?

I think you better sit this one out.

- Have some coffee?

- Yeah, thanks.

The way you run this place, I knew

you must be good at something else.

Some folks call me the town poet.

Others, village idiot.

Who am I to question either?

How do you feel today?

Like I crawled from Kansas City.

Figures to make you pretty famous.

A lot of folks have been

asking for you already.

- Who?

- That gold mine lady, Mrs. Caslon.

- That's nice.

- Couldn't do better.

And Charlie.

- Charlie?

- No less.

You seem impressed.

Why not?

Charlie owns a piece of everything.

Including the undertaker

and the sheriff.

Stage line too?

Everything but the windy Bible class.

Even owns a piece of me.

Gets your money while you're here

and makes you pay for leave.

Well, when you get next verse

of that song, I'd like to hear it.

I can't find a word to rhyme

with "Mick Marion."

- Try "carrion".

- Sure, yeah. Carrion.

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