Hickok Page #4

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one particular skill.

Killin' people.

- Stop here.

- Whoa.

- Give us a moment, Jerry.

What you frettin' about, Mattie?

- I just don't understand

how they can make a

man like that marshal.

I just wish you'd use your

influence on the town council,

get rid of Hickok.

- Was he in the army

with your husband?

- No.

I don't know him.

I just know his type.

He only cares about four things,

shootin', drinkin',

and gamblin',

and you can guess the last.

- I suppose I can

guess the last.

Don't you worry your pretty

head about it any longer.

I'll take care of it.

Let's go, Jerry.

- Sullivan!

Rise and shine.

Time to go home.

- I am at home.

- Then go to work.

- I am at work.

I'm the jailer.

- Well, that's handy.

- What about me?

You know I have a farm

that needs plowin'.

- I'm gonna give you

some more advice, son.

Drinking, gambling,

and shootin',

they don't mix, speaking

from personal experience.

Best you stay there till

you've learned your lesson.

- I'll need money then.

- Money?

What for?

- For breakfast.

You need to feed the prisoner.

- On the other hand,

if as a result of my advice

to take alcohol

only in moderation

and to never pull a

gun at the poker table,

you promise not to do it

again, then I'll let you go,

but I'm keeping your gun.

- You can't keep my gun.

You can't keep my gun, please.

- Sullivan, let that idiot out.

- May I help you,

marshal?

- Yes, yes, of course, I,

I would like to buy a hat.

- What kind of hat?

- Well, a lady's hat, but I

don't know much about 'em,

so I'd appreciate any suggestions

you might have, Mattie.

- You presume familiarity.

- Oh.

- You may call me,

Mrs. Lyles, sir.

- Mrs. Lyles.

You know, that name

sounds familiar.

I swear I've heard

it somewhere before.

- Here.

Take it.

It's on the house.

Take it and leave.

No, no, no, I, I

insist on paying.

You know, this is a nice

place you have here,

Mrs. Poe.

- I know what you're thinkin'.

And, yes, Philip did set

me up in this little shop,

and, yes, I am

going to marry him,

so please just take your

hat and get out of here.

- I bought that hat

for you, Mattie.

- Howdy, bill.

This sh*t kicker

drew on me first.

Look, I'm tellin' you

it was a fair fight.

He got what was comin' to him.

- You just killed an

unarmed boy, Slade.

Oh my god!

- You take care of him,

all right, preacher?

- Oh, don't you worry about

that one little bit, marshal.

I'll make sure he gets a

first-class sendoff.

- I'm talkin' about the boy.

- Okay.

- Well, I'm gonna

have to raise, boys.

Goddamn, Hickok!

- I believe this belongs to you.

- Looks to me like he

belongs to the devil now.

- You ordered this

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