The Shootist Page #3

I checked my bulletins

before I come over

and didn't find nothing

I can hold you for,

but I want you

out of town...

directly, today.

Maybe I'm not

so inclined.

Then, by God,

I will incline you.

I can badge

as many men as I need.

We'll smoke you out or

carry you out feet first,

so you say which,

Mr. Gunman.

It's your funeral.

Soon, yes.

Huh?

I can't go.

Can't?

I'm going to die

right here in this room.

Ha! That's too thin.

I wish you were right.

Would you believe

Doc Hostetler?

That's his verdict.

You don't say?

You don't sa...

goddamn!

Whoo!

Whooee!

I tell you

the truth...

Coming through that door,

I was scared.

I know what a man

like you is capable of.

I wondered

who'd get my job,

if the council would give

my wife a pension,

and if it would snow

the day they put me under.

Excuse me if I don't

pull a long face.

You talk too much.

Much as I damn please.

How long does

Hostetler give you?

He doesn't know.

Do me a favor.

I owe you one...

or Hostetler.

My being here...

maybe that's news,

but dying

is my own business.

Keep it under your hat,

will you?

Just don't take

too long to die.

Be a gent and

convenience everybody

and do it soon.

You've worn out

your welcome.

Scat.

The day they

lay you away,

what I'll do

on your grave

won't pass

for flowers.

You damn little sneak.

How long

were you there?

I was just

passing by.

You spy on me,

and I'll nail you

to a tree.

You've told your mother.

Who else have you

blabbed to?

Jay Cobb.

Are you all right,

Mr. Books?

I can't abide

a skulker.

You want to see me,

knock on my door

like a man.

Sure you're all right?

If there's anything

I can do for you,

just let me know.

It's an honor to have you

in this house.

Your mother

doesn't agree.

She doesn't know

how a man feels.

You're the most famous person

ever in this town.

When I was a boy,

I heard about your shootout

at the Acme Saloon.

I never thought

I'd meet you.

There's more

to being a man

than handling a gun.

Don't you have

something to do?

I was just headed over to

Cobb's Creamery right now.

I help Jay with

deliveries sometimes.

That was

the nice gentleman

you were with

yesterday.

Where's your mother?

She's in the kitchen,

I think.

Well, goodbye, sir.

It was real nice

meeting you.

Good-bye.

Mrs. Rogers, I, uh...

hope you'll forgive me

for taking Hickok's name.

I thought it was

pretty funny at the time,

but after reflection...

it wasn't such a joke,

and I apologize.

You should.

The only way you can

show your repentance

is to leave.

Well, that

I cannot do.

Mr. Books, you are

a notorious individual

utterly lacking

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