Wild Bill Page #2

You have glaucoma, Mr Hickok.

It's often a result from too much proximity

to, uh... infected females.

Keep your eyes straight ahead.

If you take my meaning.

I had some trouble about ten years back.

Cleared right up when the local doc

stuck a hot wire up my privates.

How bad's it gonna get?

You are losing your eyesight, Mr Hickok.

May take... two years,

may take... ten.

I expect I just spent too much time

staring at the prairie sun.

By the summer of the nation's centennial,

CHEYENNE, JULY 1876

Bill had become an idle drifter.

Like myself, he was addicted to whisky,

cards, and the wastrel's life.

My name is Charles Prince,

English born and educated,

but for reasons of temperament,

America had become my adopted home.

As I much prefer to observe life

in the raw, I took myself west.

I was not disappointed.

Mighty interesting game, poker.

Can't tell you how many times in my life

I've gone bust.

Yes, but it's not the same for you.

You don't know what real poverty is.

Everybody wants to buy

the great Wild Bill dinner or drinks.

This pot is mine. Three kings.

Mr Hickok?

Mr Hickok, there's a man in the street

gonna give me a dollar

to come in here and tell you that

you're a coward, and a wife stealer...

and I can't say the rest,

but it was much worse.

What'd he say?

Bill Hickok!

I'm callin' you out!

Hickok!

You gonna ride or hide?

What's the matter?

Afraid of a cripply old man in a wheelchair

who can't even face you, are you?

What'd he say?

He said that you were a horse molester.

He say what horse?

What, are you hidin'?

The great Wild Bill Hickok

is actually inside hidin'?

- (man) What's this?

- (man #2) Wild Bill in a wheelchair!

Needless to say, Bill, all good fortune.

I never saw a greater compliment to Bill

than that paid

by the citizens of Cheyenne.

Their confidence in his marksmanship

was such that none of them ran for cover,

but lined up as if they were watching

some athletic contest.

- A whisky, please. Neat.

- You ain't gonna go out and watch this?

I don't think my friend needs my help.

I generally stay in the bar when he

gets involved with this sort of affair.

You just help yourself,

cos I ain't gonna miss it.

Here's to you, Bill.

This dispute had begun two years before,

when one Ed Plummer had called Bill out.

Some said the reason

was a gambling debt.

Others claimed that it involved a woman.

Bill discovered that the Plummers

regarded the affair as a family matter.

Argh! My leg!

I can't move my leg!

Aaargh!

Damn it, Will Plummer. I already shot you

once when you tried to bushwhack me.

You hear that? The man is accusing me.

Imagine that.

Have you forgotten, Mr Hickok,

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