Little Big Man Page #6

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All right, boys!

Let's burn them feathers.

Yee-ha!

Got caught, Jack, that's all.

Life contains a particle

of risk.

Mr. Meriweather, you don't know

when you're licked.

Licked?

I'm not licked.

I'm tarred and feathered,

that's all.

All right, boys.

I reckon

they've been run enough.

I know I see'd you somewhere.

What's your name, son?

Jack Crabb.

Lord above!

I've tarred

and feathered my own brother!

It's wonderful, Jack.

I can give you something

you never had before.

And something

I never had before neither.

A real...

family life.

Yeah.

You are back in the bosom

of your family, Jack.

Okay,

now you.

Caroline, I mean, I don't...

I don't know anything

about guns.

I mean,

I never even carried none.

Oh,

Lord, what kind of upbringing

did them Injuns give you?

Never carried no gun?

Why, a man ain't complete

without a gun.

Go snake-eyed.

Do what?

Like this...

Like this!

All right.

Now, draw and shoot

that bottle,

before you touch the gun.

But Caroline, how can

I draw and shoot the gun

before I touch it?

Concentrate. Try it.

Oh!

Hot damn!

Yeah.

Caroline was right.

It is possible to shoot a gun

before you touch it.

Of course,

it takes lightning reflexes,

and considerable

snake-eyed concentration.

Throw up three.

Why, Hickok hisself

can't hit three.

Throw up three.

Natural born gunfighter.

So it was

I entered my gunfighter period.

You're crowding me.

Oh, Kid... I didn't

s- see you; I'm sorry.

It's stupid of me

to take up all the room.

I was just talking here.

Set me up with a sody-pop.

Yes, sir.

Right away, Kid.

The Soda Pop Kid,

that's what they called me.

Sody-pop, he wants.

Anything wrong with that,

stranger?

Oh, not a thing, friend.

In fact, I admire

the style of it.

Might I ask

who I are addressing?

I'm Wild Bill Hickok.

Well, I'm...

I'm pleased to meet you,

I'm sure.

The pleasure's mutual, friend.

Bring your soda pop over here

and sit for a while.

I can break three bottles

throwed in the air.

That's shootin'.

How many men have you...

gunned down?

I don't rightly recollect.

How many have you?

Oh, about...

two dozen.

Is that a fact?

No, it wasn't a fact at all.

During my gunfighter period,

I was an awful liar.

I wouldn't have estimated

your total that high.

No offense intended, old Hoss,

but you don't have the look

of murder in your eye.

Like, for example,

that buzzard over there.

Him?

Well, he's just a common drunk.

What you so nervous about?

Gettin' shot.

I got a full house!

I got a...

I got a full house.

Now you got me doing it.

Sorry.

Hold the fort a while,

old horse,

while I get another bottle.

Did you know the man, Bill?

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