The Left Handed Gun Page #3

- They call in the U.S. Marshal.

- They hang you.

They shot Mr. Tunstall,

nobody hangs them.

Oh, I don't want to.

You go. Go on. Blow their

heads off, I don't...

I got me some money. I got a

belly. I wanna go to Madero.

Now.

Charley, Mr. Tunstall was your friend.

- He was my boss.

- Tom?

He was my friend.

But he hardly said more

than 10 words to you.

He gave you that book

that you always read.

I read it. I can read.

I know that. But

that's all he gave you.

No, we belong to him.

He paid our wages.

Wages don't make it right

to go out and kill for a man.

Go to the law.

Go to Brady?

Go to Sheriff Brady?

- You ain't the law.

- Now I am.

They used their law to keep

Mr. Tunstall's herd out.

They shot him down blind.

- Charley?

- No.

It's still murder.

- It's against the Bible.

- No.

They did the murder.

- Now, wait...

- Mr. Tunstall was unarmed.

Never carried a gun.

That's right.

Murder.

Charley?

No, sir.

No, sir.

You gonna let them go free?

Ought not to.

No, sir. Ought not to.

Here's the sheriff's office.

Brady and Morton

gonna ride down here...

...to check the prisoners.

There's McSween's house over there.

We wait here and here.

When they get there, we stop them...

You there, get back!

Get back.

Brady.

I know you. And you too, Morton.

You killed Tunstall.

You sat up there in the

rocks and you murdered him.

Well, I'm calling you, you hear me?

You been called.

Throw that away. What

did you touch him for?

Get Bucky. Ride out to the

herd. Get Bucky and tell the men.

- Come with me, Billy.

- I gotta get McSween.

Come on. Go.

I saw that kid from that

hotel and Tom Folliard.

- Where? How many of them?

- More was behind the fence!

Tunstall's men. They must

be holed out at McSween's.

They gotta be at McSween's.

We'll get every one of them.

Don't kill the sheriff

and get away with it!

They're all holed up at

McSween's! Let's burn them out!

- Burn them out!

- Everybody get a torch.

We'll burn them out.

William, Hill, get some

more men on the way.

- Come on, burn them out.

- Where's McSween?

- Where's McSween?

- He's in the house.

- Come on, burn them out!

- Burn them out!

Burn them out!

- McSween.

- What's wrong?

- Get out of here.

- What happened?

They're coming here after us.

- Brady, I shot him.

- Shot Brady?

- And Morton. Got them both.

- Killed them?

You murdered them!

Get back!

- Get down! Get out of here!

- Get away from me!

Get away!

The piano!

The piano. Her piano. My wife.

- Go! Get out!

- Leave me be!

My wife! My wife!

Ben! Ben!

Oh, God, Ben.

Ben. Ben.

What are you doing? Let go of me!

Let go!

Ben! Ben! Ben!

Help me! Ben!

I'm sorry. Oh, God.

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