The White Buffalo

Let him dance to the tune!

Bill!

Again, Bill!

Tom Custer tried to brace you.

He's lit out hell for hades.

You took a chance, Paddy.

I owed you.

Not that much.

I heard Poker Jenny works here.

She's the widow Schermerhorn now.

Gone north to a wolf roost

called Fetterman

to open her own place.

Well, I happen

to be going that way myself.

Bill, the word is out the Sioux are riding

the Bozeman Trail like Irish banshees.

So keep your pistol cocked.

Thanks, Paddy.

Hit the collars,

you swayback shad bellies!

Giddyap, there, you lazy bastards!

Yes, sir, Mr. Otis, old hard ass Custer

has tossed the bear

into the beehive this time.

You got a case against gold?

Why do you think I'd be bouncing around

in this bone-breaker on my way to that

shitty little rat hole called Fetterman

if I didn't succor after gold, huh?

Well, watch your tongue, Mr. Coxy.

You know, when that boy general done

planted his boot down in the Black Hills,

why he invited those

frigging feather headers

out on the warpath!

And by the time those scalp hunting

sons-of-bitches are through,

there's gonna be a thousand bloody

nightcaps betwixt here and the Missouri.

You have a filthy mouth.

There's a lady at hand.

You mean her?

Any more hard tongue from you,

you'll settle with me.

Taken kindly, Mr. Otis.

You mind your manners, Mr. Coxy.

God damn this shitty weather!

Give me that!

Damn your lazy hides!

I'm getting just as wet as you are!

What in hades hell is that?

Yeah, green.

Green from horn to hooks.

I wouldn't try it on, Coxy.

Oh, God, no, man!

You wouldn't push me out

on Red Cloud's big open.

For the love of heaven, no, you wouldn't!

No!

Otis! Otis!

Otis, not here!

Otis! Otis!

Otis, wait for me!

You wait! Wait!

Don't leave me alone out here!

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