Synopsis: Legendary lawman and gunslinger, Wild Bill Hickok, is tasked with taming the wildest cow-town in the west. While delivering his own brand of frontier justice, the infamous hard-drinking gunfighter's reputation as the fastest draw in the west is put to the test.
Genre: Western
Production: Status Media & Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
88 min


- No, no, you keep your

goddamn head down, all right?

You hear me?

Take out that gunner!

Stay here, you don't

move a goddamn muscle!

- Bill.

Bill, please,

please, don't leave.

Please don't leave,

I don't wanna die.

- Goddammit, kid.

- No, bill, please.

Bill, please.



Bill, bill, don't leave!

- Wake up, bill.

Come on, wake up!

- Please, don't

shoot him, Luther.

- Nobody's gonna shoot nobody.

We're just here to

take bill to jail.

- Jail?

Now, hold on a minute,

I ain't done nothin'.

- You sell the horse and

the carriage to Sam here?

- Ain't nothin' wrong with

a little commerce, is there?

- But did you own that

horse and carriage?

- I would if I had

any kinda luck.

- Get up and get dressed.

And don't try nothin',

'cause I got your gun.

- Can I leave?

- Let her go.

She's a fine woman,

highly talented.

You may quote me, my dear.

- Thank you.

I'll come visit ya, bill.

- Go.


- I need hardly remind

you that I never miss.

Your gun, please, and mine.

- You think you're gonna

get away with this, bill?

- Sam, open the closet.

Get inside.

- Oh, but, bill,

I'm not really good

in confined spaces.

- Sam!

Closet or the bullet, come on.

You, too, sheriff.


- I am not gonna forget this.

- I'm sure you won't.

Get inside.

- I'm comin' for ya, Billy.

- Everyone, please,

if you're boarding the train,

you must have a ticket.

I'm gonna need to

see a ticket, ma'am.


- I'm sorry, your ticket,

or your money to buy one,

or your life.

- Hickok?

- Do I know you?

- Corporal Fred Finley.

You know, Reb uniforms,

behind Reb lines?

- Yeah, yeah, of

course, of course.

- Move out the way, please.

Sir, excuse me.

- Forgive me, I'm,

I'm desperate.

- Tickets, please,

what's goin' on here?

- It seems my friend here

has misplaced his wallet.

- Yeah, lose it all the time.

- Well, I'm still

gonna need a ticket, sir.

- Don't worry, I'll

take care of his ticket.

- A whiskey salesman, huh?

- Oh, yeah.

Bourbon, rye, Brandy,

through the whole

Midwest clear to Omaha.

- Suits you down to a T,


- You don't remember me, do ya?

- What?

Don't remember my

favorite corporal?

- You remember

Mattie, my cousin?

- Well.

- I introduced you to her.

- Mattie, god.

Fred Finley.

- Bill Hickok.

- Whiskey.

- Be two bits.

- Okay.

You ever had Kentucky bourbon?

- Sir.

- Name's Phil Poe, proprietor

of this establishment.

- Bill, bill Hickok.

- Wild bill Hickok?

- Been known to go by that name.

- Ben, get Mr. Hickok a

bottle of my private stock.

Could I interest you in a game?

- Much obliged, but I...

- ah, no buts, no buts.

- Well, I can resist

anything but temptation.

- Well, we want you

to feel at home, Mr. Hickok.

Enjoy your bourbon.

And the game.

- Appreciate it.

- Yeah.

- So that's the

famous wild bill?

- Ah, hell, he don't look

like he got a pot to piss in.

- Gentlemen, I seem to have

misplaced my wallet, so,

if it's all the same

to you, then, uh,

my marker is my word of honor.

- House rules.

- You callin'?

- I'm raising.

20 more.

- Wait, hold on, you're

a goddamn cheater.

You've been winnin' every

hand all night long.

- Now, hold on, son.

This happens in poker.

Even a blind hog finds

an acorn once in awhile.

- Oh, yeah?

Who the hell are you?

- Now, there's no need for that.

Put the gun down.

You just, you have a lot

to learn about poker.

I'd be happy to teach you.

No, no, no, don't shoot

him, Sam, he's just a boy.

- Idiots.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- What?

- Which one's your horse?

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