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: I was with a girl once. Wasn't a squaw, but she was purty. She had yellow hair, like uh... oh, like something. Dick Liddil
: Like hair bobbed from a ray of sunlight? Ed Miller
: Yeah, yeah. Like that. Boy, you talk good. Dick Liddil
: You can hide things in vocabulary. Ed Miller
: Maybe you and me could writer her a note, send it by post? Dick Liddil
: See, all you gotta do, Ed, is predict her needs and beat her to the punch. Ed Miller
: Well, this girl, she had a real specific job. Dick Liddil
: Specific? Ed Miller
: We's only together once. She's afraid of lightning. She came up into the wagon and just cuddled right up to me. She gave me a kind price, too. Dick Liddil
: Well I'll be! That is specific. Ed Miller
: Yeah, sure, she been with other people. But the kinds of things she said to me, people just don't say unless they really mean it. Dick Liddil
: "My love said she would marry only me, and Jove himself could not make her care, for what women say to lovers, you'll agree, one writes on running water, or on air." Ed Miller
: My God that's good. Let's write her that. Dick Liddil
: Naw. Poetry don't work on whores.
: You ever count the stars? I can't ever get the same number, they keep changin' on me. Ed Miller
: I don't even know what a star is, exactly... Jesse James
: Well, your body knows, it's your mind that forgot.
[Rixley is trying to get Ed Miller to inform on the James/Younger gang
] Ed Miller
: Let me tell you one damn thing. I turn 'em in and I'm gonna get killed by one of their relatives sure as hell. Now I got six months to go here for bustin' up a place drunk, so I'll just take my chances, all right? Besides, Jesse just might change his mind, and he pays better wages than you do, Pinkerton Man.