Forty Guns Page #5
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Uh-huh. Did...
Did he do this all by himself?
I know how miserable you feel, Sheriff.
His kind puts a damper on
all peace officers in the county.
- I know that.
- It's true.
- This is to bind him over
to the attorney general.
- Oh?
Everything's gotta be read and signed.
- All of them. Government regulations.
- Of course. Yeah.
I'll pick 'em up later, with the prisoner.
Chico?
Chico!
Chico!
- Barney! Barney Cashman!
- Yeah?
Barney, come here.
- Yeah? What is it?
- Where's Chico?
The last I saw him,
he was headed for a drink.
I told you to keep an eye on him.
- Yeah, I'm here.
We've got your brother Chico.
Where do you want us to put the body?
We're with the First Division.
We came down here to have some fun.
But your brother here
drank up half the whiskey.
And he wrecked the whole
place doin' it.
Thank you, boys.
Thanks, Corporal. Barney.
- Thanks. Thanks.
- Good night.
I can figure a squirt like Brockie Drummond
getting liquored up.
He was born that way... scared and loud.
But you going off half-cocked
like that... Why, Chico?
- I'm old enough to drink.
- You're not old enough to hold it.
- Then I'll learn.
- Why?
That's my business.
Chico. Chico, what's bothering you?
Why do you think I came to Tombstone
with you? For the ride?
You pistol-whipped a man...
wouldn't let me be part of the play.
What if something happened to Wes?
You know you'd never make the walk
without a second gun covering you.
You rode out to the Dragoons, and
you wouldn't let me be in on the arrest.
I feel like a third leg.
- Did I hurt you, Chico?
- No.
I got no taste for farmin'.
I don't want any part of it.
Why?
You learned me to handle a gun.
You learned me too good.
Chico, you know
what happened to Chisholm.
could happen to me.
Remember when I told you how those
Roman fighters used to chop each other
up...
in some big arena, and you laughed
and called them freaks?
It won't be long now before people
will be laughing at men like me.
The last few towns we rode through,
they looked at my gun.
I know they figured I was one
of those freaks out of the past.
There's a new era coming up, Chico.
My kind of making a living
is on the way out.
- For a gunfighter, you do
an awful lot of talking.
- I'm a freak, Chico!
I just don't want you to be one.
Well, I'm tired of being wet-nosed.
I'm no agricultural cowboy.
I know.
A brand-new.45 Colt Peacemaker.
Nickel-plated, ivory stock. For me?
It's for killing rattlesnakes
and wild animals.
You'll find plenty
of both of em on the farm.
Well, you tell her this for me:
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