The Tin Star Page #5

- A stagecoach got held up.

He suspected somebody,

but he wouldn't talk.

Well, one day his horse

came in without him,

and they found his body right here

with a rifle bullet through his head.

- Feel better?

- Yeah. Wanna see?

Tomorrow. More to your job

than handling guns.

There's things in town you gotta learn.

That your second shot of whiskey?

I can hold my liquor.

Sure, gives you more confidence.

Wrong kind of confidence.

Well, look, I'd get laughed at

if I took beer.

See anyone laughing at me?

Do as you please.

What else have I gotta learn?

Stop acting so mean

and surly all the time.

I know why you do it. You figure

it makes you seem older and tougher.

People gotta like a sheriff,

or they'll look the other way

when he needs them.

You think I'm cheating?

How's this for a few drinks?

- Sit down.

- Look, I gotta...

Sit down.

The first thing you should have noticed

is they weren't wearing guns.

Learn what to stay out of.

If you step into a fight,

make sure you're the better man.

Me and the old lady put on

a better fight than that one.

Have you ever been

up against a better man?

If you live long enough,

which isn't likely,

you might be the better man.

I only wanna be good enough

to keep this badge.

Then study men.

Paste this in your hat:

A gun's only a tool.

You can master a gun

if you got the knack.

Harder to learn men.

There's one you're gonna have to lick

before you're through.

Well, let's call it a night.

- See you in the morning.

- Afraid so.

Thanks, Morg.

I'm not sure I'm doing you a favor.

What's keeping Morg?

You've been stalling me for an hour.

Go to bed now.

Can't go to bed till Morg comes.

It's impolite.

I don't think he'll mind.

- Morg!

- Hello.

Look, Morg! I'm a sheriff.

- Your shirttail's hanging out.

- Don't I look like a sheriff?

You look more like the sheriff

than the sheriff does.

- Bed. Come on.

- Can I ride your horse tomorrow?

Sure.

- Hope I haven't kept you up.

- No.

I wanted to talk to you.

I was wrong about you last night.

You sure?

Well, maybe I was right last night,

but not today. Not now either.

I shouldn't have gotten mad. I'm just

so used to everybody hating Indians.

We're raised that way.

Well, I wasn't.

My father was an Indian agent.

He respected Indians and liked them.

So did I. I grew up with some

who were really fine men.

When you grow up hating them,

you don't get rid of it easy.

I know.

They say the only good Indian

is a dead Indian.

When they find one with a man's pride

and courage to stand up as an equal...

...they kill him.

And it isn't called murder.

They've just made him

a good Indian.

And it doesn't even end there.

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