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that was stolen to put you in office?

What are you driving at?

Ask your friends... the Northrups.

What are you drinking, Jake?

What will it be?

Why howdy Mister Johnson.

Don't you place me?

I'm Ed Deal from Dodge City.

Howdy.

Sure looks like old times.

Why howdy Mister Brandt.

Mister Luther. Deadwood.

Whiskey, whiskey, beer, sangria.

That's right.

That's Saint Johnson from Kansas.

Yeah?

Saint Johnson.

The old Frame Johnson, huh?

Yup.

From Kansas, huh?

Yup.

We've heard of you.

You're right famous

hereabouts, Mister Johnson.

Yeah, and who might you be?

I'm Poe Northrup.

These are my brothers. Walt and Kurt.

Howdy.

Howdy.

Aim to settle here?

Maybe.

Just looking us over, huh?

Before you make up your mind.

I reckon.

Do you figure to wear

a badge, Mister Johnson?

I ain't thought of it.

Well, it is a thankless job.

I allow you found that out in Kansas.

I ain't complaining.

Don't bite off more than you can chew.

Do you happen to give beds?

Oh Smith.

Yeah.

A bed for Mister Johnson.

Smith there will show you.

Dead, would you put the horses out?

Sure.

I hope you'll like our town.

So that's him, huh?

"Saint Johnson" the great.

Looks more like a preacher

don't he, than a two-gun man.

That's how he got his name, I reckon.

Hell, he'd better watch out

or he'll be a Saint for sure.

That's him alright.

I seen him hit a fellow once.

Put two bullets in him... before

he even struck the floor.

Them beds ain't buggy, mister.

Feel like home to you?

Here we be.

How much money you got, Brandt?

Well Frame, I'm pretty low.

Got a hundred dollars.

Can we buy a table?

Nope. Reckon I will buck the

house and raise myself a stake.

We've still got that reward

money from the Escalara Kid.

Fifteen hundred dollars.

That ought to be enough to buy a table.

You can have that if you want it.

Say, that's right nice of you, Frame.

Hey, boys.

Now, you know what I was saying about

trying to make you a good Sheriff.

I guess you all know what

kind of a Sheriff I'd make.

That must be why you voted for me again.

Let's give three cheers for the Sheriff.

Hooray... hooray... hooray!

I'll set them up, Fin.

Boys... none of you are paying for them.

You low-down cattle thieves.

You think you can go on stealing

my property. But you won't.

From now, I'm going

to fight with my guns.

You'd better shut him up, Williams.

And as for you... you dirty,

low-down yellow cur.

I want you to know I know

what is going on in this town.

[ Three gunshots! ]

You killed him.

You saw him reach for his irons.

There's plenty of witnesses here.

Well, he's passed it.

He was drunk, I reckon.

He'll have a long time to sleep it off.

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