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: We got a warrant sworn for attempted murder for them that tried to kill the boy who's laying over there at the Doc's, trying to stay alive. Swore out another one for them that murdered the big fella you had in your cell. Only ours ain't writ by no tin star, bought and paid for, Marshal. It's writ by us, and we aim to enforce it.
: Man's got a right to protect his property and his life, and we ain't lettin' no rancher or his lawman take either.
[Charley has explained his strategy for the upcoming fight
] Boss Spearman
: Sounds like you got it all worked out. Charley Waite
: Yeah, except the part where we don't get killed.
[Charley Waite kicks Button off his horse. He falls into the river
: What you do that for? Charley Waite
: Cheatin' at cards. Button
: I apologized to you for that.
[to Boss Spearman
: Eh, Boss? I apologized to him for that. Boss Spearman
: Evidently he ain't over it yet.
: You ever seen one this bad? Boss Spearman
: Not since Noah and the Flood. Mose
: Well, you should know, Boss, since you was there. Boss Spearman
: What'd you say? Button
: He said, "You should know since you was there."
: My friend and me got a hankerin' for Switzerland chocolate and a good smoke.
: I'm not goin' to my maker without knowin' your given name. Mine ain't Waite; it's Postelwaite. Charles Travis Postelwaite. What's yours? Sure ain't Boss.
: I mean it, Boss. I'm asking you straight up. Boss Spearman
: It's Bluebonnet. Charley
: Bluebonnet? Boss Spearman
: Bluebonnet, yeah. Charley
: No middle name? Boss Spearman
: No, just Bluebonnet Spearman. And don't you tell no one. I want to hear you swear an oath now, go on.
: So is it marriage that scares you two, or putting down roots? Boss Spearman
: No. Who'd have him? All rangy and mangy like a rough old dog. Charley Waite
: How about I hold your head under water for just a little while?
: She ought not to sneak up like that. Charley Waite
: She weren't sneaking. I scared that woman half to death. Boss Spearman
: Scared me a little bit too.
: It ain't right to walk away without a word. Charley Waite
: Well what do you want me to tell her, Boss? We probably ain't gonna make it? Be a big fat comfort.
: Brought you a cigar, all the way from Havana, Cuba. Percy
: You don't say. I've heard about them but I've never had one. Much obliged to you. Boss Spearman
: What do you think? Percy
: Better than them crappers I usually smoke.
: I see they hobbled you. Percy
: It's been a while since I was in a fight. I panicked. Fell back, like to have broke my foot. Boss Spearman
: Ornery old fool. Percy
: Well, or that damned Cuban cigar got me riled up.
: A man's trust is a valuable thing, Button. You don't want to lose it for a handful of cards.
: I aim to kill Baxter and those that done this, and if that marshal gets in the way, I'm gonna kill him too. So you best get your mind right about what's got to be done, Charlie. Charley Waite
: I got no problem with killing, Boss. Never have.
: It's a pretty day for making things right. Charley Waite
: Well, enjoy it, 'cause once it starts, it's gonna be messy like nothing you ever seen.
: We come for justice, not vengeance. Now them is two different things. Charley Waite
: Not today they ain't.
: [burying Mose and Tig
] Be right to say some words. Boss Spearman
: You want to speak with the man upstairs, go on and do it. I'll stand right here and listen, hat in hand, but I ain't talking to that son or a bitch. And I'll be holding a grudge for him letting this befall a sweet kid like Mose. Charley Waite
: Well, he sure as hell wasn't one to complain. Woke with a smile, seemed like he could keep it there all day. Kind of a man that'd say 'good morning' and mean it, whether it was or not. Tell you the truth, Lord, if there was two gentler souls in this world, I never seen 'em. Seems like old Tig wouldn't even kill birds in the end. Well, you got yourself a good man and a good dog, and I'm inclined to agree with Boss here about holding a grudge against you for it. I guess that means Amen.
: [cocks shotgun
] One twitch, and you in hell.
: Mornin', boys!
[holds up bottle of chloroform
] Boss Spearman
: I brung your breakfast!
: I believe you have a friend of ours in your jail. His name's Mose Harrison. Sheriff Poole
: Yeah, I got him here. He started a fight in the general store. Boss Spearman
: Mose don't start fights. He just finishes them.
: I'd say 'to good health,' gentlemen, but then I'd probably be out of business, wouldn't I? Boss Spearman
: We'll drink to good health for them that have it coming.
: Well, if I'm gonna get killed, I got a hankerin' to soothe my sweet tooth.
: The name Butler mean anything to you? Charley Waite
: You hear names when you're on the other side of things. Boss Spearman
: He as fast as they say? Charley Waite
: He's a killer. Boss Spearman
: You know him if you saw him? Charley Waite
: He ain't hard to recognize if you know what you're looking for.
: This is dark chocolate. It comes all the way from Switzerland, Europe. That's near France, see. They call it 'bitter sweet.' Melts in your mouth. Boss Spearman
: You tried it? Ralph
: No. Boss Spearman
: How do you know it melts in your mouth? Ralph
: Well, truth is, we can't afford it ourselves.
] Boss Spearman
: [indicating a thunderstorm
] Think she'll get over this-a-way? Charley Waite
: Might. Boss Spearman
: Best bed 'em down.
: We'll drink to good health for them that have it comin'.
: It's a shame to go forever without takin' a taste of somethin'.
: You're nuthin'! Boss Spearman
: Maybe so, but I'll still be breathin' in another minute.
: It's a pretty day for makin' things right!
: [to Button
] By God, if you're gonna pick your feet like a monkey, you do it down-wind.
: How much I owe you, doctor? Doc Barlow
: We're even. I figured I made enough off the damage he did to Baxter's men. Boss Spearman
: I wish he'd have made you wealthy.
: [checking injuries
] Are you the boy's father? Boss Spearman
: No ma'am. His name's Button, and he works for me. Sue Barlow
: It appears that's not very healthy.
: I'm dying. Boss Spearman
: And for what? More cows? You killed a good man.
: We'll let the brains of the outfit do the thinking. Sue?