The Tin Star Page #2

and bright like he did.

As for Ben here, young as he is,

he's the only one we could find.

Would you rather see it

pinned on Bogardus?

I don't care.

I only know there's not gonna be

any tin star in my life, never.

Where would you be

if your mama had said that?

I saw what Mother went through,

never knowing what was gonna

happen. Well, finally it did happen.

I'm gonna be a wife, not a widow.

I read something once,

sticks in my mind:

"From this nettle, danger,

we pluck this flower, safety. "

Your father plucked that flower.

Folks felt safe to raise their babies,

not be afraid.

But somebody had to walk

through the nettle patch.

Let someone else do it.

So nobody does it.

That's how the wrong men

get hold of things.

Well, here's a man walks

through the nettle patch,

takes all the flowers for himself.

- I have no use for bounty hunters.

- Well, that makes it unanimous.

Miss Parker's father

was sheriff here for 20 years.

If you find it too chilly in here,

you can wait outside.

I don't mind the chill,

I'm after money.

Oh, that reminds me.

The coroner's certificate,

my formal affidavit

that Jameson died suddenly,

but thoroughly, of one gunshot.

Well, I'm riding out

to look at a bird's nest.

Abe Pickett's already got 11 kids.

All girls.

Now his Annie is as big

as a barrel again.

There's the kind of woman, Millie,

to build up this country.

Stay here and witness our signatures.

My claim ready?

Yeah, you can sign it.

No good unless you sign it too.

You don't have to tell me my job.

I've gotta check it over first.

I'll just wait,

make sure it's signed right.

You sign my claim yet?

Did he sign it?

- It's Bogardus, he'll kill you.

- Let go.

What are you up to, Ben?

- I gotta arrest you, Bogardus.

- You're not gonna arrest nobody.

- Gotta do what the law says.

- A man's gotta defend himself.

That half-breed had it coming.

Now, that's far enough. Hold it.

Now, let's talk this thing over.

- I gotta take your guns first.

- First you listen to me.

I drawed in self-defense.

I got witnesses.

Even if I didn't, no sheriff's

gonna disarm no white man

for shooting a mangy Indian.

You an Indian lover?

- I know what I gotta do...

- Hold it!

Now, don't try that again.

Go inside, I'll buy you a drink,

and we'll talk this over

like two growed-up men.

Hey, witnesses.

- Sheriff's trying to shoot me.

- No, I just want your guns, that's all.

Nobody pulls a gun

without he means to kill.

Everyone in the street

can see what you're up to.

Now, just take it easy,

and I'll go with you.

You made a mistake pulling that gun

on a man like me.

There was no reason

in the world to do it.

I don't like having no one

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