Wild Bill Page #4

He's not wearing a gun, Bill.

The man that kills Wild Bill

is gonna be awful famous.

(laughter)

You come here to kill me?

Let me give you some advice.

If you have to shoot a man,

you shoot him in the guts.

Might not kill him.

Sometimes they die slow.

But it'll paralyse his brain,

and the fight's as good as over.

Why don't you shoot the little snot?

At least rough him up some.

- He's just a dumb-ass kid.

- I got...

You son of a b*tch!

- How you been, Bill?

- Middlin'. Just middlin'.

I ain't seen you in two, maybe three years.

Well, I'm still here.

- How you been?

- Well, I'm still here too.

Lots of towns, lots of camps.

Good to see you, Jane.

I like seeing old friends.

It's just for old times' sake.

- You wipin' it off?

- No. I'm rubbin' it in.

You can see me about as much as you

want. I guess that's always been the case.

I'm just a little too available.

I gotta be available too. Awful lot

of people want a piece of Wild Bill.

Let's have us a card game and a drink.

Outta my way, boys.

As Bill played cards

and drank whisky on into the night,

Deadwood proceeded with its own

forced levity and bizarre behaviour.

The Dakota Dance Hall was

the preferred site for assignations.

This was no rude crib or flimsy shack.

It featured papered walls,

comfortable furniture,

polished spittoons,

and a piano that was actually in tune.

You don't touch me. I saw

what you were doing. I don't like it.

Maybe you oughta.

You picked the wrong one,

cos I don't care.

Ow! Owww!

Ow! My ear!

Are they shakin'? My hands?

Are they shakin'?

This your first time?

I'm showin' you

Wild Bill don't scare me none.

He's right over there in the Number 10.

- How come you're after Wild Bill?

- I got personal reasons.

- What'd you say your name is, anyhow?

- Lurline.

Lurline Newcomb from Lawrence,

Kansas. But I been all over.

I bet you have.

I kinda like that name Lurline.

You were talking about Dave McCandless.

- You were sayin' of McCandless, Bill?

- He wasn't sayin' a goddamn thing.

You keep nosin' that around along with

Dave Tutt and how he took Bill's watch,

and them soldiers beat him

half to death in Hays City.

- I heard you killed seven men, Bill.

- He didn't have no reputation before that.

He just drove freight wagons.

It happened at Rock Creek Station.

Bill was taken with a woman kept by

the outlaw and horse thief McCandless.

Her name was Sarah.

McCandless and his bunch, ten men in all,

rode up lookin' to settle things.

Inside the station, Bill seen an old buffalo

gun. He wasn't sure it would shoot.

McCandless yelled

"We know you're in there,

and you've breathed your last breath

for messin' with my girl!"

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