The Quick and the Dead Page #2

We'll see.

-String him up.

-Let's get him outside!

No, in here. On the chair.

We're gonna adjust your collar,

Reverend.

Sh*t, come on. Pull him up, Foy.

Let me make it clear.

-l want you in that contest.

-No.

Think about it.

Last chance.

-Yes or no?

-Go to hell.

Sign me up!

No women in quick draw.

It's against the rules!

There's no rule against ladies.

It's just that women can't shoot

for sh*t.

That's right.

Adios, Reverend.

-Put them both in the contest.

-Free drinks for all fighters!

Move it, preacher.

Let's chain him up out by the fountain.

-Come back here!

-No!

You come here now!

Do you hear me?

Daddy!

Hey, good morning.

Seems like you definitely had

a good time last night.

Want some breakfast?

-Or how about a little...

-Christ.

...of what we had last night?

Yeah, you certainly won that

drinking contest, that's for sure.

Then again, l sort of won you in poker.

Look.

The last thing l remember

was you puking and passing out...

...behind the saloon,

so let's not plan the wedding yet.

All right, all right.

This thing is so hard.

I don't know how you sleep on it.

If l don't sleep on it,

people will steal it.

-So who you gonna challenge today?

-Herod.

Bad idea. Bad idea.

I'm about the only guy who can take

him, and l ain't gonna rush to do that.

Well, why not?

Well, hell, he's my father.

You been challenged to a fight yet?

You have now.

I'll go get you some time.

These are my boys.

They don't get to church much.

Daddy's gonna kill you, preacher!

-Get him! Get him!

-l hate you!

-Daddy! Daddy!

-Daddy!

-Sleep well?

-Not as well as you.

In case you forgot, preacher,

I saved your life last night.

No. I think you just stretched it out

a bit.

I might have gone to heaven

if you let me die.

Sorry.

Don't you even wanna fight back?

Of course I do.

I'd like to kill them all

for what they've done. But l won't.

Killing people is wrong.

Some people deserve to die.

Mr. Herod, it was

a little lean this week.

And the whisky was tight.

Horace, your excuses

are getting worse every week.

I took everything out of

the register, sir. Everything.

-That's all there was.

-Barkeep.

There you are.

I challenge you.

I'm not fighting you.

-You ain't got no choice.

-l told you!

What are you doing here?

I said, what are you doing here?

-I'm here for the money.

-Then you have to play by the rules.

And the rules say you have to

accept every challenge.

You got a problem with that,

scuttle your butt out of town.

I got no problem.

The lady fights Mr. Kelly.

And they fight at 7:00 tonight.

-Pick a card, honey.

-Thank you.

He's so hot.

Hold it up.

Ace of spades.

Thank you.

That's a neat trick.

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