Will Penny Page #2
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- 1967
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Quint. These here are my boys.
Mighty nice of you
mindin' that elk for us.
We can clean it up ourselves.
Rafe, here, handles
a knife just fine.
We give them the elk, ja?
We were onto it first. Next
thing, they'll want our breeches.
Come on, Papa. Let's kill 'em.
We seen a whole camp back there.
Where's the rest of the party?
My shot brought it down.
- Maybe we split 'im up with you.
- Shut up, Dutchy.
Well, now. That's better.
There's five of us.
Countin' my woman.
However many there is of you,
if you was only two, that elk
might be enough to go round.
We'll work it out that way.
Then we all go away friends, ja?
There's more of us.
But we'll make do.
I don't see no more of you. Maybe
you're saying that to trick us.
because you know that elk is ours.
Lord don't side with them...
that lies and steals.
The Lord sides with the righteous.
If you go away, maybe
the Lord will go easy
rob folk of what's theirs.
Walk away in peace.
- We leave them the damn elk!
- If they let us.
They killed Romulus!
Beware the wrath of the Lord!
He strikes down them that
He punisheth the sinner.
Life for life.
Eye for eye.
Tooth for tooth.
Burnin' for burnin'.
Wound for wound.
Stripe for stripe.
Who sheddeth man's blood,
by man shall his blood be shed.
You ain't seen the last of me!
Blue!
- Dutchy, what's wrong?
- I'm shot.
I think maybe I done it to myself. I
couldn't get the gun out of my pocket.
Don't you move. We'll get the wagon.
Blue!
- Don't forget the elk.
- Yeah.
Hey! Pig, pig, pig...
Is there a doctor
nearby? A man's hurt.
- Come in. Maybe I can help.
- No, thank you.
Isn't there a damn doctor close?
About a half day's fast ride
up the road. Town of... Alfred.
If you're bad enough to see a doctor,
time you get there
it's too late anyway.
- How bad's your friend
hurt? - Bad. He's gut-shot.
Belly-shot out here? He's
a dead man for certain.
He'll bleed to hell
before he gets to Alfred.
Hello. Name's Catron. Place is mine.
Got some good whisky inside.
Best to make him rest easy
while he waits for the end.
Anything he drinks, on the
house. Bury him out back.
I'll carve him a nice head-marker.
Twenty-five dollars sound about right?
You sound almighty
sure he's gonna die.
Sure, I'm sure. Best to face
these things so you can make plans.
Dutchy? How are you makin' out?
Oh, Will... It hurts like hell.
- We'll go on.
- Hey, Will...
Maybe he's right, what he said...
that I die before we get there.
No, hell...
We have waited a long time
for a drink of whisky, ja?
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