Wild Bill Page #5

Wild Bill was shot and cut bad

when they laid on him,

but he met 'em shootin', stabbin',

shoutin', hackin'.

He kicked and bit and kneed 'em down

till the air was blue with smoke

and the floor was wet with blood.

Ten men lay dead or dyin', and his boots

was fillin' with the blood of 16 wounds.

He thanked God and walked out into

the blindin' light before he fell over,

and that all happened July 12, 1861.

You can look it up.

I think it was maybe five killed.

- Are you all right, Bill?

- I'm fine, Charley.

I just need me some night air.

- Now, what set him off?

- Five men, Bill?

Well, hell, I thought it was seven!

The young kid stole a horse,

somebody said the Chinaman

looked the wrong way at a white woman,

and the Indian was in town tradin'

when we got the word about Custer.

We're gonna hang them all on Saturday.

In the Chinese section of Deadwood,

there was generally available

a remedy for the restless spirit.

Bill was susceptible to its application.

(in Chinese) Take it.

Afterwards, you'll have good dreams.

It will take you to a special place.

Dog soldiers. Cheyenne.

(speaks Cheyenne)

He said you saw a little dog. Um...

Can't make much sense out of it.

They followed your tracks.

Did the little dog speak to you?

The little dog's special medicine, sacred.

No! It's mine!

I'll kill you!

Argh! God!

Tell them I spoke to the little dog.

(speaks Cheyenne)

Tell them the little dog took me

to a holy place, then it disappeared.

(Joe speaks Cheyenne)

Then we went to the other world.

Tell them the little dog told me

that I was blessed. I'd live a long life.

(speaks Cheyenne)

Says you're a damn fine liar.

Says you saved yourself

and your friends for today.

But if he catches you killin' any buffalo

or takin' hides, the Cheyenne'll kill you.

What'd he tell you, Joe?

He said the next time

you saw the little dog,

you wouldn't live to see another moon.

(footsteps)

You OK, Bill?

I'm fine. No need to worry.

I damn well did get all concerned.

Nobody knew where you'd got to.

Had a hell of a time

findin' where you'd been.

Maybe I drank a little too much last night.

Had me some dreams.

Had too much on that Chinese pipe.

You're lookin' mighty peaked.

You wanna tell me

what you was dreamin' about?

About me and California Joe.

Things we did

when we come across some Indians

on a buffalo hunt six, seven years back.

What things? Bad things?

You know, they say sometimes

a dream might be a foretellin'.

Wasn't just a dream, it was a fact.

Gimme some room, Jane.

I gotta clear my head.

You ain't the same, Bill.

- How's that?

- I don't know.

You just... got kinda

different from before is all.

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