The Left Handed Gun Page #2
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- 1958
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- Where?
I don't know. Out there.
I have to ride in, Billy.
I'll go with you. You need a gun.
No, I don't want you.
Front and back.
Guess we should take him into Lincoln.
His horse is dead.
Put him over my horse.
No.
Mine.
It's past midnight.
Billy can stay in the side room.
I'll stay here.
He liked you, Billy.
Said you had a good mind.
Said you were quick.
Asked good questions.
He gave me this. See?
"Corinthians."
I can't read.
Lord God...
...this was a quiet man.
He lived the way a man ought to live.
He did not lie.
He did not hurt.
He listened to any
man who spoke to him.
I told him.
I told him I heard something.
He had to go to Lincoln.
Mr. McSween, I gotta do something.
You'll find work.
No, not work. Something...
It's not your place.
I got to...
You're not his kin.
- You didn't know him.
- I knew him.
Nobody did.
Not close. Not even me.
- I knew him.
- He was a man to himself.
Billy.
Billy, you can stay with me.
I'll be bringing in the herds.
Listen, Billy.
Listen to me.
When I was a child,
I spoke as a child.
I understood as a child.
I thought as a child.
But when I became a man,
I put away childish things.
For now, he sees
through a glass darkly...
...but then, face to
face, now I know in part...
...but then shall I know
even as also I am known.
Go! Get up there!
Get up there!
- Sir, yes, sir.
- Got no sorrows!
Your worked for Mr. Tunstall.
- No sorrows.
- Nice funeral.
There, keep it coming. One for
the machine and one for a drink.
One there, one here.
Mr. Bonney, you can
depend on Mr. Moultrie.
Mr. Bonney.
I want you to know how sorry I
feel about your late employer.
He was a gentleman. We had
men like him in the South.
I didn't fight in the war.
I was sickly.
Keep it coming. I want
to hear it up in my room.
- How far to Madero?
- One night.
- State your name.
- Garrett.
- How's that?
- Garrett. Pat Garrett.
Bonney.
Little case of the quick jump.
Somebody gonna get
his head clipped off.
Garrett. Pat Garrett.
- Who's he?
- William Bonney.
One of the Tunstall boys.
- You'd think they'd have more respect.
- Respect?
Mr. Tunstall was laid
to rest this morning.
Cut that thing off!
Rally around the flag!
Tie me down!
Oh, man, you really
took a bite out of me.
Draw a woman.
At that funeral, I listened.
I heard flies on the window pane,
and then I heard voices mumbling.
Brady and Morton.
I got all four names.
You don't know?
I know.
Sheriff Brady, Mr.
Morton, Moon and Hill.
The sheriff?
- You can't.
- I can.
You can't shoot a sheriff.
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