The Ballad of Lefty Brown Page #2

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You're sure?

Lefty's sure.

By week's end, I'll

have half the army

chasing down Eddie's killer.

And lefty?

They'll find him as well...

I think.

Well, we've lost one friend,

and I don't plan

on losing another.

Tom...

Just leave the hunting

to the soldiers

who captured John wilkes booth.

This is lefty brown.

The man couldn't find

his ass with two hands.

He's likely wandering

that desert,

praying to god for some water.

I'm going after him.

Bet he'd find it, too.

Yeah.

You ever wish...

It was the same as it was,

just the four of us,

and we had the world

shaking in its boots?

Just find him, and

bring him back.

Hyup.

You ain't getting away

from me this time.

Where you at, you sum-b*tch?

Come out where I could see you.

Who the hell are you?

Where's blondie?

There ain't no one

else here, mister.

But you're right out of

your mama's belly, boy.

There ain't no way

you're here alone.

God's honest truth.

Where's your horse?

He got snakebit.

Had to put it down.

Snake won't kill no horse.

Damn sight too big.

His leg swelled up like a melon.

Well, he was

snakebit, wasn't he?

Look, i... i ain't gonna be

taking advice from no thief.

Yeah, you ain't got nothing

nobody'd damn want.

You ain't seen another fella

pass through, have you?

He's blond, and

he's mean-looking,

like he'd piss in...

you hunting an outlaw?

Did you see anyone or not?

Sir! Sir!

Sir, I'd be obliged

if you can give me a ride

to the nearest town,

if it wouldn't be much trouble.

I can also help you catch

that fella you're after.

This son of a b*tch

killed my partner.

I ain't got time to baby-sit

some boy, thinks he's wild bill.

I can shoot.

Well, ain't that something?

I can.

There's a difference between

shooting and drawing.

All right?

Yeah.

Just walk that way.

If you ain't dragging

all that gear,

you ought to reach

bannack in a day.

Maybe two.

Hell.

What do you call

yourself, wild bill?

Jeremiah, Jeremiah Perkins.

Jeremiah Perkins.

Well, most folks

call me lefty brown.

Mr. Johnson went without a will.

The law says that this ranch

will be entailed to his

closest male heir.

Unfortunately...

This is correct.

This is my ranch,

my sweat and my blood

as much as his.

The law is what it is.

The law is wrong.

Be that as it may, there's

nothing I can do.

You could write a will.

All you'd have to do is... is

date it a few months back.

Nobody's gonna question the... the

integrity... Laura. Laura.

Of a will that's been

witnessed by the governor.

The people elected me as their

champion of law and order.

Well, if you believe that,

then you're a bigger

fool than Eddie thought.

18 years ago,

Alameda, i was there.

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