Wyatt Earp Page #5

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-Excuse me, mister.

We saw you come in with your wagon,

but we didn't see any skinners with you.

That's 'cause there wasn't any.

-Quit?

-Dead.

That's as good as quit in my book.

My brother and me

are looking for work as skinners.

Bartender!

My luck finally turned

with those big stinking bastards.

Whiskey all around!

-No, thanks.

-Wait a second, mister.

Link Borland's buying, so drink up.

Thanks, but I got some coffee coming.

I don't do well on whiskey.

If you'd pay for my coffee,

I'd be much obliged.

Drink!

I've been in a real bad mood

for a couple of years...

so why don't you leave me alone?

Drop your gun belt and go away.

-Got any experience?

-A little.

It ain't too hard

shooting a bunch of dumb animals.

Skinning's the ugly part.

Our mother didn't raise no shirkers.

-$25 apiece.

-Mister, that's a deal.

My name is Ed Masterson.

-This is my brother--

-Bat.

-What?

-Bat Masterson.

Bat?

Okay, Bat. Wyatt Earp.

-We got a brother named Jim, too.

-One brother?

That's all you boys got?

One measly brother?

Better than nothing, I guess.

There's nothing counts so much as blood.

Everybody else is just strangers.

I guess we know where we stand

with Wyatt, don't we, Ed?

You boys keep up that good skinning,

you just might get to be family yet.

Of course, before you can be family...

I'd have to know

where you got that name, Bat.

It's just my name.

I already told you 10 times, Wyatt.

They always called me that.

Shut up, Ed.

I tell you what, Ed.

You tell me his real name...

I'll let you do some shooting tomorrow.

-Bartholomew Masterson.

-Bartholomew?

Why, Bat, that's a beautiful name.

There's no reason to be ashamed

of a $25 handle like that.

Maybe I'll just call you that all the time.

Bartholomew.

Sure you won't change your mind

and take another run at them?

No, I'm gonna visit my brother James

over in Wichita.

Meet his wife.

See if I can't figure out a better way

to make a living--

Than shooting a bunch of dumb animals.

Don't hold much future, that's for sure.

Not with every a**hole in the territory

plugging away dawn till dusk.

That's us, ain't it?

Are all bets in?

Next card, loser is six, winner is eight.

-Just in time, sir.

-Thank you.

That's good, Wyatt.

Gentlemen, hold your bets

for the new dealer.

James.

-How's it going?

-I'm getting the hang of it.

I like that game.

I wouldn't mind owning a place,

I'll tell you that.

Last week you wanted to start

a stage line. Or was that the silver mine?

Now we're gonna have our own saloon.

All I know is there's not much future

in working for other people.

Who knows, Wyatt?

With what Bessie makes,

maybe we could get a bit together.

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