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: Calvin Stanhope. But my mother used to call me "Slick."
: Excuse me, Sheriff, I'm a gambler who'd like to run an honest game in your town. To whom do I speak about that?
[notices the dead man lying in the dirt
: I hope it's not this gentleman.
: From what I've seen, Paden doesn't seem to care about money. Cobb
: Ha! Paden doesn't seem to care about anything, except he does. You just can never tell what it's going to be. Howdy, Mr. Slick. Slick
: Sheriff. Cobb
: Let me tell you about your friend Paden. A long time ago, me, Paden, Tyree, and a couple of other fellas did a lot of riding together. On business, and business was pretty good. We moved around a lot, the way you have to in that line of work. Somewhere along the way, we picked up this dog. One of us took to feeding it, so it followed us everywhere. Well, one day we're leaving this little Missouri town, in kind of a hurry with a bunch of the locals hot on our tail. Somehow this dog got tied up with Tyree's horse. Tyree went flyin'.
: Well, Tyree was pretty mad when he got up, and, being Tyree, he shot the dog. Didn't kill him, though. The next thing you know, Paden's down off his horse, and he's holdin' this dog, sayin' we should go on without him. I thought he was kidding, except he wasn't. Tyree was ready to plug 'em both - all this with the posse ridin' down on us.
[Paden has entered
: I thought we were pals after all that riding we did together. All of a sudden he's worried about some mutt. Well, we did like he asked. We left him, and he went to jail for a dog. You want to hear the funny part? Paden didn't even like that damn dog. Paden
: It evened out in the end. They locked me up; the dog sprung me.
: Where's the dog now? Paden
: He left me. Cobb
: C'mon, Paden... I'll buy you a drink.