The White Buffalo Page #4

Why do you always call me Cateyes?

Ain't you ever seen

those wild eyes of yours

when you're loving it up,

or when you're hitching

your pistols on for a shindy?

I'm a man of comity,

I've always dodged a fight.

Comity? Sure.

You're the most politest shootist

who ever blew a man's brains out.

I'm too done in

to even argue about it, Jen.

Why don't you let me

put you to bed in my room?

Jen, I ain't got the gumption for it.

That'll the day.

Truth.

You just lie still there.

I'll fly the eagle.

No, Jen.

Some time back, one of your

scarlet sisters dosed me proper.

I'm not about to ride the high horse.

Hell, I probably gave it to you myself.

I'll take the chance.

But I won't.

All right, Cateyes.

You take yourself a sound snooze.

But since you're a gambling man,

I'll bet you 6-2 and even

that when you wake up,

I'll talk you into it.

We'll see.

I'll leave the door open,

in case you need anything.

Dear Mother of God!

Dear Mother of God!

It was like you were fighting

Armageddon with Satan himself!

It's all right. It's all right.

But you damned near drowned me!

Where the hell did that thing come from?

When Bill Cody was

shooting meat for the railroad,

they thought it'd be a good stunt to

pass out buff heads to all the nabobs.

And they gave you a white buff head?

You, a doxie? That's worth 2,000 gold.

It ain't real. I mean, I had it painted.

I put in the pink eyes.

Jesus. I'm sorry, Jen.

I'll get it mended.

I don't ever want to see it again!

Well, hell spawn.

If the time's come for neck or nothing,

you've found your man.

Bill. Has that sickness gone to your head?

This damn dream, Jen,

hangs on like a low water leech.

If I don't kill this buff,

the dream will kill me.

It's like my own fate

was chasing me into the grave.

You have to turn away from it, Bill.

I got to call it out.

Call out a dream?

The only way.

But don't worry, Jen,

I'll be gone in the morning.

Frozen Dog's a hellhole.

Keep a wall at your back.

You're alone up there.

I'm used to that.

Bill.

I lost my bet.

No, Jen. I did.

Now be gentlemen.

Now give the ladies some room here.

It's ten dollars for one minute, gents.

One golden eagle for sixty seconds!

And then ride that horse

for just as long as you can pay

or there'll be a short funeral at sunup!

Come on, boys, line up over here.

All right, come on, let's get

over there, you silly peckerwood.

Now be gentlemen.

Give the ladies some room.

Now don't fret about it, Charlie.

Come on back when you got

some iron in your barrel,

and it'll be my treat.

Yeah. Well, thank you kindly, Frieda.

Jim, you in good luck today 'cause

you gonna meet my beautiful Frieda!

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