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Ma'am, I have come

all the way from Newton,

now I'm lookin' for my daughter.

She's got reddish-brown hair.

I'm sorry, your

daughter hasn't been here.

We haven't seen her.

Thank you.

Next?

Hi yes,

I'd like to fill out an

application for the Harvey girls.

What's your name, boy?

Jacob, Jacob Oliver.

Jacob Oliver.

Stage came in from

Newton this morning,

I'm looking for a

girl that was on it.

The driver here?

No sir.

Well who switched the team?

That'd be my Pa.

Is he here?

Asleep in the back.

Well, come on, show me.

Come on now.

Show me where your dad is.

You walk any slower,

you're goin' backwards.

Mr. Oliver, listen to me now.

This is her, you see that?

That's what she looks

like, right there.

Yeah, I saw a

young girl with...

Reddish-brown hair.

That's the girl.

Where did she go, did

you see where she went?

I did see this young fellow...

Rig Marlowe.

Rig Marlowe?

Where would I find him?

The Rusty Spur.

Yeah, come in.

Well hello Benedict.

You're gonna be

pleased with these sir.

You made 10% more

this month than you

did the last month.

I see that.

Yeah.

Must've been from those...

Cowboys came through on that

cattle drive, you figure?

Yeah, they came

through in bundles.

They were generous.

They were generous.

Well did you have Doc check

the girls out after they left?

I hope they weren't

too generous.

We

Checked them out sir,

and they're in good shape.

Clean?

Well, you know that...

We keep those girls extra clean.

Yeah, I bet you

do check 'em out.

Speakin' of the girls,

how 'bout those new girls,

you havin' any

trouble with them?

We're not having

any trouble except

one of them got the

sh*t beat outta her.

This drunk, just stomped her.

He was drunker than a monkey.

Well we can't have

that can we Benedict?

Hell no!

Well go get the bastard

and bring him in here.

I'll get that son of a b*tch.

Well get your

ass up, go get him!

I'm goin', I'm goin'.

Hey you, you son of a

b*tch, get over there.

Have a seat, friend.

What do you think I ought

to do with him Benedict?

Well I think you

outta cut his balls off.

Give us a minute Benedict.

Thank you.

Now son,

we don't abide ill manners

in this establishment.

It won't happen again sir.

Something else we

don't abide by...

Trash like you f***in'

with the merchandise.

Son of a b*tch wanted

to hurt my sweetie.

Somebody come in here

and clean this sh*t up!

Lookin' for someone mister?

Yeah.

I got somethin' that

belongs to Rig Marlowe.

Haven't seen him all day.

Any idea where

I might find him?

Anywhere he can put his

hands on a pretty girl,

or a deck of cards.

If I see him, who

should I say is callin'?

Chester Alan Arthur.

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