The Magnificent Seven Page #4

Fifty-two cards.

- Pick a card.

- We ain't playing no game.

You've got the drop on me.

You'll get a hoot outta this.

Come on, Earl, just pick one real quick.

You know how I like magic.

- All right, keep the gun on him.

- Got it trained right on him.

No tricks now.

Don't let me see it.

Show your associate.

Commit the card to memory.

When you're ready,

put the card back in the deck.

Don't try nothing.

Keep your gun on me. That's very good, Earl.

Now, there's no way

I can know what your card is

because I didn't see it.

- Yet...

- Come on. Let's go!

With a shuffle and a cut, miraculously,

your card.

That ain't his card.

Man, you ain't no magic man.

That's not it? Hold on.

Quit playing around

before I blow your goddamn head off.

Remember the plan, Earl. I get to kill him.

You didn't let me finish.

Your card was the king of hearts, right?

Is this your card?

Now, you see? That was worth it, wasn't it?

- That was kind of good.

- Pretty good.

That was...

No, you just killed my brother.

- Should I kill you?

- No. Please.

Would you like to see another magic trick?

No.

Yeah.

It's called The Incredible...

No.

Disappearing...

Ear.

My ear!

We are never gonna cross paths again.

Please don't kill me.

Keep your money, please.

I didn't want to kill him.

He shouldn't have touched my guns.

The only way in is the valley floor,

and the main road in and out is to the west.

Where's the mine?

Here.

- And where's Bogue?

- Sacramento.

Back in less than three weeks.

And how many men you say

you got left in town?

Forty, maybe.

Farmers. Not fighters.

You understand what it means

when you start something like this?

We did not start this, Mr. Chisolm.

What are you waiting on?

Just get him under control.

Spend all night at the saloon, and then

you can't even control a silly horse.

Come on, lad, get in there!

Silly horse? That's a stallion.

His name's Jack, and he's killed men before,

so he oughta be careful.

- Easy, easy, easy!

- I require my horse back.

That horse.

Two days past.

Your horse against my Irish whiskey.

Behind the saloon rolling dice.

That, sir, is a lie. A complete, absolute...

Good Lord.

- Easy.

- I thought that was a dream.

I thought you were a leprechaun.

That was real?

I was mistaken.

I would like to buy my horse back.

Though I am light of funds at the moment.

So...

Seems we have ourselves a Mexican standoff,

only between an Irishman and a Baptist,

and I'm not sure how that ends.

With you walking away

without your horse.

Now, why'd you have to go

and touch your gun for?

We were in the middle

of a gentlemen's negotiation.

Come on!

How much for his horse?

$25 for the horse.

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