The Quick and the Dead Page #4

I ain't got no farmer's hands.

You know, Cort and me are killers.

We're the genuine article. But you--

You're from different stock.

My friend here needs a gun.

This here's the eagle-butt Peacemaker.

Solid ivory handle. Mexican emblem.

Only 30 of these ever made.

And this is the customized

Remington new model.

Army .44. It's probably more accurate

than your Colt.

I had the wooden handles removed

and replaced with solid silver.

Used with great success...

...on 30-- No, 35 bank robberies

by its late owner.

Boy.

And this-- This is the best help

a man can get.

Smith & Wesson Scofield .45.

Just meat and potatoes.

Me and Jesse James think

it's the best handgun in the world.

I had the trigger guard removed.

It saves drawing time.

Don't ever wear it when you're drunk

or you'll kill your feet.

When's the last time

you held a gun, Cort?

-You know when.

-Yes.

Here. l got offered $120 for this Colt.

You wanna try it out?

You got $1 20, Cort?

I don't have any money.

The Lord provides me

with everything l need.

We're just wasting this boy's time then,

aren't we?

I'll tell you what.

I'll be a good Samaritan.

What's the cheapest gun you got?

Not in the case. The cheapest piece

of worthless crap in the whole store.

All right.

-Five bucks.

-Sold!

What are you doing there? No.

Preacher here's got the Lord on

his side. He only needs one bullet.

Just one.

Otherwise, he might be tempted

to shoot his way out of town.

That gun shoots straight.

I wouldn't sell it if it didn't.

It's okay, Kid. I won't draw.

Sure you will. l know you, Cort.

When it comes down to it,

you'll pull the trigger.

Yeah! Yeah!

I got money on you, preacher!

You're finished. You're finished.

You're finished, you hear me?

I hate you!

Let's see how

you gonna do now, preacher.

I got money on you!

Got 20 bucks on you, boy!

That's money in the bank, Jimmy.

Preacher boy, you're a dead man!

I commit my soul to thee, O Lord.

Forgive me for my sins.

-What the hell--?

-Hey!

He shot me!

-You supposed to lay down and die.

-He shot me!

You said you weren't gonna fight!

-Daddy, are you all right?

-Where are you hit?

Felt natural, didn't it?

Nice and smooth?

Thought you weren't gonna fight, huh?

You're pretty fast.

Hope l don't have to fight you.

You have a choice to be here.

I don't.

He made you do it.

I was the only one

who pulled the trigger.

Well, this ain't much of a town

for a preacher.

I wasn't always a preacher.

Cort was an outlaw, like us.

Weren't you?

In fact, he used to ride with me.

Of course, that's all changed now.

He's a man of peace.

Wouldn't hurt a fly.

Easy.

There was a time

when you couldn't tell us apart.

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