The Magnificent Seven Page #2

- No, no.

Come on, come with us. Come on, Leni.

This is the Lord's house.

- Come on, there's a fire!

- Something's on fire!

- Let's put it out, men. We can't leave this!

- Sh*t, it's on fire!

It'll be burned to the ground

if we don't hurry!

- Stay back!

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Stay back.

- Stay back, men!

Come on, we're just trying to help.

You don't get paid to help. Move!

- I can't.

- I'm fine.

Come on. Come on. Come with us.

Damn wheel's busted. I can't fix it!

Got a long ride ahead of us.

Well, lookee there.

You know where you are, cowboy?

Get right here. Get right here.

Yeah, I'm hoping to change my luck.

- These cards are sh*t.

- Deal.

Now, let's try to keep civil

this round, okay?

I'm looking at you, Lucas.

Just play the damn game, Faraday.

What the hell is he doing here?

Shot of busthead.

Sorry, don't carry that kind, cowboy.

Well, in that case, I'll have a double.

- What's that for?

- Information.

Looking for a man. Big fella.

'Bout your size.

What's his name?

Name his mama gave him was Daniel Harrison,

but sometimes

he goes by the name of Powder Dan.

Killed a tenant farmer

and his son in cold blood.

Stole the man's plow horse.

Man's wife tried to intervene.

Took advantage, then killed her, too.

- Ain't heard of him.

- Well, like I said, he use different names.

Had a bullet scar on his left shoulder.

Right there.

Now, Powder Dan ran with an outlaw,

name of July Bully.

May he rest in peace.

- He's dead?

- Yes, sir.

How'd he die?

I whispered in his ear.

Yeah, what's that?

Come here.

Bring them in

Bring them in

From the fields of sin

Bring them in

He shot my damn foot!

Come on, hey. Settle down, mister. Come on.

Come on, easy.

I got a family, mister.

They're better off without you.

Somebody fetch the sheriff.

- Get the sheriff!

- Get the sheriff.

- Get the sheriff!

- Get the sheriff!

I'm gonna kill you, Faraday.

You son of a b*tch. Deal with you later.

- Well, I know it.

- Go on out.

Come on, come on.

Dan, you dead?

Pity. I had just ordered a drink from him.

Money for blood's a peculiar business.

He started shooting everyone in cold blood!

- And he's still in there, yeah.

- That son of a b*tch!

- There he is!

- There he is!

- That's him!

- That's him!

- Sheriff! Sheriff!

- He shot him in cold blood!

My name is Sam Chisolm.

I'm a duly sworn warrant officer

of the circuit court in Wichita, Kansas.

I'm also a licensed peace officer

in the Indian Territories, Arkansas,

Nebraska, and seven other states.

Now, this man is wanted on charges

in Nebraska,

expedited by federal writ,

under Common State Law Enforcement Act.

Yes, sir.

Wire Judge Talbot in Wichita for the reward.

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