Wichita Page #5

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Whiteside, you are

a reporter drunk.

I do not like journalists drunk.

and sober.

And I hate the breeders!

We drink to that.

Wichita and the Wild.

Where were you, kid?

Take a drink.

No, thank you.

Come on, sir.

I think he does not like cowboys.

Of course, if everyone likes you.

He can not drink like you, that's all.

If I resist alcohol.

Take us at Bar Keno.

Clint, we are too old

to drink all night.

Maybe you're right.

Let's go home.

Mary prepared you a room.

You know, Sam? The Mary

a woman is very hospitable.

How are you, sir?

What time is it, Bat?

20 midnight.

It will soon begin.

Do you think they will sow

the mess in Wichita?

Take note of the paper and

all the details as you can.

Gyp!

- Gyp Clemens!

- I arrive.

What is the matter?

Taste it.

I like it.

No, it tastes horrible.

You're right. It's disgusting.

Alcohol is adulterated, guys!

We need fresh air!

What's going on?

You'll soon find out.

Stay inside

until everything is finished.

Make her sit down.

Call a physician.

- There is no doctor in Wichita.

- I know a little.

Bring towels

and water.

It does not matter.

- Well ...

- What, well?

Give me your badge.

You are mad, you do

no time will stand out.

Give it to me!

- You have a gun?

- A gun?

You heard.

I have one. Go get him.

One moment, Wyatt.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to defend the law of the United States

and this community?

- I swear.

- I called Sheriff of Wichita.

It's a dead man.

There remain 20.

Others have fallen horse

or left.

They will continue until

too tired or hungry to gallop.

Which may last until morning.

Mr. Whiteside, look!

Hey, boys!

Look who is!

And he wears a badge brand new!

Hey Gyp! Where are you?

Here.

I have two loads of buckshot

pointed at you.

At this distance, I can remove 5.

What are you playing?

I play to stop.

Tell them to throw their weapons.

You have ten seconds.

Un

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Sept.

Eight.

Throw it out, guys,

He was not joking!

Maire.

Open the prison,

I stopped.

- You make a mistake.

- You will die for it.

Take your men in prison.

Let the horses tied.

- Listen ...

- You are all arrested.

Forward.

Listen.

I'll take my gun ...

- ... and we will ...

- No. You're under arrest.

Really? So come on,

help yourself a gun.

Only in this way

take me to jail.

Bat!

Take this and cover the men.

If one of them moves, shoot.

No need to aim.

I do not want to kill you, Clemens.

Now or never.

Turn around and goes to prison.

Keep your gun.

Ah, yes.

- Thank you.

- Nothing.

- Good evening, Mr. Mayor.

- Wyatt.

The trial will take place at ten o'clock.

I need your testimony.

Good. I'll be there.

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