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you begin to fear me.

Not me,

but what I am.

When that happens, we'll have had

full satisfaction from one another

and it'll be time for me to leave.

You speak as though from experience.

Has this happened many times?

Yes, ma'am.

In a lot of towns.

Clay, aren't you finished yet?

- Come on up.

- Excuse me.

We might as well adjourn.

They can't hold guns,

but they sure can hold meetings.

What's that?

The black rattle snake

of Port James.

That's a very poetic image.

Come on, I'll show you

your quarters.

Murch, start cleaning up

downstairs.

All right.

Well?

This'll fix up fine.

First, we get rid

of all this trash.

Look, we each have a bedroom.

I'll fix this up real fancy.

Don't work too hard.

There's only one bunch of gangsters,

the McQuowns. Won't take too long.

These aren't just tuners

like up in Port James.

I hear this is a bad bunch.

In any case, let's drink

to the next town.

To this one, first, and a successful

meeting with the McQuowns.

The sooner, the better.

Get back to work.

- Evening.

- It is, isn't it?

Some of McQuown's boys

just came in.

Is that so?

McQuown come himself?

Not yet. I've been doing

a little investigating.

See that big fella?

That's Jack Cade.

Number two to McQuown.

Next to him is Chet Haggin.

The little sneaky one on the right

is Pony Benner.

Jack Cade is supposed to be

the meanest.

- I see you added something.

- I wondered when you'd notice.

She came in the last batch from

San Francisco, with those drapes.

I held out because I didn't know if

you were big enough to handle her.

Very pretty.

I wonder if McQuown's coming in.

Don't worry about McQuown.

He'll never come up against you.

His style is to play with

a backshooter. Watch out for Cade.

You said that before.

Want me to handle

some of the action?

I'll play it my way, Morgan.

See if they don't have to too.

It'll help to put on

your gold handled pair.

There'll be a lot disappointed

if they don't see them flash.

They're for Sundays.

This is a work day.

See you downstairs.

- I'm ready.

- All right.

Let's have a drink

in the French Palace.

Maybe that marshal

will join us.

- Let's go get him.

- Take it easy, Billy.

Let's go, Johnny.

Murch, they're coming.

Watch for backshooters.

Anyone moves, you let go.

With this?

It'll mash half the place.

Anyone moves on Clay's back, let go.

I don't care who you mash.

All right.

- What will Blaisdell say?

- Nothing, if he's dead.

Evening, Mr. McQuown.

Gentlemen, the place is yours.

- Nice place.

- Thank you.

A drink for Mr. McQuown

and his friends.

- Hope you enjoy yourselves.

- We will.

Blaisdell will be half way back

to Port James by now.

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