Hickok Page #5

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piece of horseshit

to shoot the sodbuster.

- Now why would I do that?

I didn't have no

quarrel with the man.

He didn't pull his gun on me.

Slade had this comin' anyway.

Goon!

Come get this piece

of sh*t off my pot.

Have a seat, Hickok, and

I'll take your money.

- God, they never stop.

- Joey!

Joey!

- Texas boys are here.

- Don't get yourself killed now!

- Oh, god almighty.

- Doc!

- Hold your horses.

I'm comin'.

Oh boy.

- Ah, yeah.

- Okay, put him on.

- Yeah, he caught a bullet.

- Where's the bullet?

- It's in his leg.

- Okay.

Now, son, ah, god.

Okay, son, now,

we're gonna have to pull

the bullet out right away

to stop the bleeding, okay?

So you gotta be brave.

I can't give you

anything to go to sleep.

You're just gonna have

to gut it out, okay?

You know what, we

could give him a shot.

Okay?

- Whiskey?

Really?

- Yeah.

Oh, forget it, come on.

You look really tough.

You'll be brave,

be a good soldier.

Okay?

Just count to 40, okay?

One, two.

- One, two, three.

- We're not goin' anywhere.

Grab his foot, hold his foot.

Let's see.

- Okay, Joey, listen, I

want you to listen to me.

I want you to listen

to me real careful.

Look at me, look at me.

Why don't I tell you

about the time that I was

scoutin' for my friend general

Custer in the black hills.

I was far in advance

of the column, okay?

And I found myself

cutoff by Cheyennes,

the most bloodthirsty savages

you ever had the

displeasure to meet.

Now, I managed to slip past

'em, and they chased me

into a dead-end canyon

with a little narrow

passageway leadin' in,

and I knew that they

could only come through

one man at a time,

so I decided to make

my stand there, okay?

So I turn around, and I'm ready,

but they disappear.

Silence.

And bang!

Gunfire starts.

And you know who pops

his head through?

A little ol'

confederate boy, okay?

He's movin' so slow,

I put a bullet right between

his, right between his eyes,

and, uh, his friends,

they clamber over the top

of him to come through.

And I drop another

one and another one.

And this,

I'm outta bullets then, okay?

So I draw my knife, and I

back up against the far wall.

By that time, they're

crowdin' around me.

- What happened next?

- Well, what could I do?

I was

outgunned and outnumbered,

out of ammo.

I only had my knife.

- So what'd ya do?

- I pissed my pants, doc.

- Now bandage.

You're doin' good.

Just stay this quiet

in here as you can.

I tell ya one thing,

guns are good for business.

- George.

- Can I help ya, son?

- I'm guessin' you

heard about young Joey.

It ain't right that a grown

boy can't horse around

without risking a bullet.

- And you're gonna tell me how

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