More Dead Than Alive Page #5

Listen, we are doing all right, Rufe.

Good as folks say he was...

How much better

could he be than me?

If only you hadn't lied to him

in the first place.

Why didn't you just tell him

who you were?

You know,

he probably wouldn't have cared

if you had leveled with him

right from the beginning.

And why did you say

your name was Justin?

It's a long story, Sheree...

Good-bye and thanks again.

For what?

For trying.

Good-bye.

Well, it looks like

everything's in place.

- Your offer still stand?

- Sure!

We were just about to pull out.

Billy, lock up that wagon.

You come with me, Cain.

All right, Billy, let's get rolling.

I gotta stop over at my place

and get my gear.

Eighteen years in prison made me

think I'd never touch another gun.

That gun's gonna earn you

a lot of money, Cain.

Good money.

Yeah, yeah, it sure will.

I bet you're pretty...

pretty good with that.

What I love are those 12 notches.

- Those were the good old days.

- How would you know?

I've heard.

I've heard how every man

would wear a gun

and if he wanted to have it out

with a guy, why, he did.

Today you're lucky

if you can get a guy outside to fist-fight.

Here, load up.

I'll...

see if I can trim

that branch back a little.

Looks like I need some practice.

I never miss.

Well, Cain,

you just got yourself a free show.

Now, I know what you're doing there,

you're holding back, aren't you?

- No.

- Yes, you are.

I know you killed 12 men. I know

you must have been sharper than that.

I was.

How'd you do it?

How'd you kill 'em, I mean?

Different men, different ways.

"Different men, different ways"?

But you always let 'em

draw first, right?

No.

Not if there was a chance

I might get beat.

The only code I had

was to let 'em know I was coming.

But you never

bushwhacked anyone, did you?

Well, like I said, they knew

I was coming, so they all had guns

and none of them got it in the back.

Well, see, I thought...

You thought that

I marched down the street,

called 'em out

and waited for 'em to draw?

No, Billy, I...

I was hired to use my gun and I did.

Well, I...

I'd let anyone draw first.

'Cause I can outdraw anyone.

It's... it's hard for me to believe

that you never were as good as I am.

Good at what,

Billy, hitting branches?

Or killing men?

There is a difference.

Eighteen years ago

a man never holstered an unloaded gun.

You're just playing games, kid.

Let me ask you something.

How old were you

when you killed your first man?

- Sixteen.

- Sixteen.

What was he?

A sheriff or a marshal or what?

- Soldier.

- Soldier?

How much you get paid?

I didn't get paid anything.

It happened in a fist-fight.

Oh, well.

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