The Quick and the Dead Page #3

I heard you blew a little girl's

thumb off in Reno doing that.

I am the best you'll ever see.

So l keep hearing.

Shall we find out?

Hey, look, girls, there he is.

All right!

It's lights out, Kid!

I'm gonna be pissing

on your grave tonight.

You're through.

Quiet! Quiet!

What's the odds on the Kid?

Gentlemen, please remember...

...you must not draw...

...until that clock

makes the first chime of the hour.

Once that happens,

you may fire at your convenience.

Whoa, now. What if somebody gets

too excited and starts shooting early?

Yeah.

If he cheats,

he'll be eliminated from the contest.

Whoever is standing after the draw...

...is the winner.

If both men are still standing,

you must continue firing.

Do I make myself clear?

Gentlemen, the street is yours.

I'll only wound you, Kid.

You're a kind man.

Damn, am l fast.

Did you even see me,

I was so damn fast?

Hey, there, Mr. Swedish Champion.

Are you done? Stay down, now,

unless you're still fighting.

Yes, l give up.

-Kid's the winner.

-Am I fast?

Or is Sweden just a very small place?

Tell me, now.

Come on, Kid.

I'm gonna get you something to drink.

How does it feel, Cort?

Does it remind you

of the good old days?

Is your heart beating faster?

Is your pulse racing?

-Way to go, Kid!

-Good shooting, Kid!

"Good shooting"?

If the Swede had been any slower,

he'd had birds nesting in his hat.

Come on, Kid.

Spotted Horse cannot be killed

by a bullet.

See? I've taken four bullets

in my arm...

...three in my left leg,

one in my right...

...and two bullets in the back.

Another bullet went through my lip.

Another bullet went through

my left foot.

And another bullet went into my head,

today, here, and did not come out yet.

-No, three.

-How many?

Three. Yes, I ask you three, you

give me one. Come on, give me more.

Okay, okay.

-Now, you're sure you want three?

-Yes.

It's time.

I'm not gonna fight.

You don't wanna fight, huh?

Well, we'll see about that.

Get up! Come on!

Don't keep Mr. Herod waiting.

Come on, preacher, move it. Get up!

-Turn the other cheek, preacher.

-Kick his ass!

He's gonna forgive us.

He's gonna forgive us all.

And that concludes

the lessons for the day.

-My nose!

-I'm shocked.

Reverend here needs a gun.

There's plenty of other places

in town to buy a gun.

Nowhere as cheap.

I wouldn't know a place

that's cheap enough for you.

You know, your mouth

gets faster every day.

Pity your hands are so slow.

I ain't got slow hands.

Sure you do.

Put your hand on the counter here.

Go on. Put your gun hand

up on the counter.

Look at this, Cort.

Here's a gunfighter's hand

and here's a farmer's hand.

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