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We got bed and bath for you

right up here.

Whiskey, too, and the prettiest

damn girls in the whole territory.

I guess we didn't tickle

his fancy.

I'm to tired for a fancy

tickling tonight anyway.

All right, sir.

Have you got this?

I can slow it down

if you want.

Now, don't you worry

about me.

I'm quick as a snake

and I got eyes like a hawk.

All righty, then.

Which is it?

I got you this time.

Care to try again?

Hell, no. I'm done.

Would you care to try, sir?

Are you as quick as a snake

with eyes like a hawk?

All righty, then.

It's a very simple thing really.

Just follow it as closely

as you possibly can.

No trickery here,

just some old peas

and a little old pebble.

It's the middle one.

This one?

That's it.

Would you care to add

to your bet and try again?

You want to try?

Come on.

How about you?

What more evidence

do you need?

Everyone just be quiet

for a minute.

I just don't understand.

I said quiet, damn it!

Well? We're waiting.

Well, look,

now I understand

everyone's upset

by all that's happened.

After all,

it's not every day

a fella gets himself shot

in Henry Mannors' hotel.

But we've gotta keep

cool heads,

see things the way they are.

Tom, we've gone over this.

There's nothing more

to consider.

Ambrose, would it kill

you to call me sheriff Ramey

during official proceedings?

Are these official

proceedings?

Well, we're in my jail

discussing a murder,

so I would say yes,

these are official proceedings.

Fine, then call me mayor Taylor

and not ambrose.

Sweet Jesus.

Must you men argue

about names?

My husband is dead,

after all,

and I would like to see

some sort of resolution

before old age dictates

that I join him.

My apologies, Mrs. Tammery.

Both ambrose and I,

we're determined to...

Ahem.

Both mayor Taylor and I,

we're determined to resolve

this matter

with the utmost urgency.

We've got young Danny holt locked

up in that cell right there.

He's just 19 years old, and he's

waiting for a U.S. Marshall

to come and take him

to laramie to stand trial,

so I'd like to

make reasonably sure

I've got the right suspect

in custody.

And, well, that demands closer

examination of the facts.

You and I both saw him

in the room with Mrs. Tammery,

her unfortunate husband

dead on the floor.

What more proof do you need?

And besides, we've already

sent for the Marshall

to take him

to laramie for a trial.

You did that, ambrose?

After I asked you not to?

I told you I wanted

to look into it more.

Look into what?

The boy is guilty.

You just have to accept it.

He's the one...

-Can I help you?

-You the town sheriff?

I'm sheriff Ramey, yes.

Well, I suppose you can help me.

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