Town always this lively... not even his horse. |
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You walk out with... worry about a new job too. |
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Hey Mister... why I came west. |
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Cut him loose... Reckon you'd be happier...anyone stop to reload? |
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I got him... You don't shoot no one in the back. |
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Name's Chris... Vin Tanner |
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One y'all want to pull that knife... |
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Gentlemen, I run the Clarion... Saloon |
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Sight's a little off |
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And one for the Doc... Ain't no Darkie doctors |
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How many of of these Ghosts are there? |
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I was makin' $5 aweek without anyone shooting at me |
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 Assuming we pay $5...Can have 1 week of my life... or all of it |
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Hell, I wasn't plannin' on dyin' with a broom in my hand |
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 If they're asking for help... I know a man... I know one too. |
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Hey, you in there with my wife. |
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Sorry, Ma'am. Wrong room. |
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Afternoon, Buck. Interupt somethin' |
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Chris, you old war dog. |
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Easy, Big Fella. Folks will talk. |
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There going to be ladies..I imagine so... Then, imagine I'm in. |
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He says he ain't comin'... Could be useful in a fight. |
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The Seminole ar ethe dispossed... saving souls. |
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Seems to me a man should put his own house in order first. |
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We can promise you a hell of a fight |
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Hell... already been there. |
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Stand aside, Sir... This should be a piece of cake |
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Nonsense, I was encumbered by the debris on the floor |
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My, my. How astonishing... must be the desert air. |
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You best discuss amoung yourselves which of you is to die. |
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Nice shot, Pard. ... Dreadful |
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Well, Sir. I abhore gambling as shuch, leave nothing to chance. |
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We could have used a few more men... fewer ways to split the huge pot... have to shoot straight |
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 I hear you fellas....My name is JD... can ride, shoot, fly and swim |
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Lady, I am the bad element |
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 Why'd you change your mind...Signs... crow... Probably mine. |
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I like this guy. Lord help me, I like him. |
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We can use another good man... not so good, but I can fight |
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... I think he means hospitality... nope, I think he means hostility |
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You never said they had a cannon. |
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I'm in this for the laughs if nothing else. |
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If you're trying to stay hid, it's best to remove your hat. |
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Let me guess... that about right? |
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Go home, Kid. You aren't the type... Go home. |
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You ever shot one of these...Kicks like a mule. |
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This one is called Aces high. Prepare to be amazed. |
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The wind blew... I knew you won't let me down |
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He's be dead ...You damn near shot my ear off... |
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 What Buck means ...I just want to prove...Save it. You want to die young, stay. |
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There's a little backwater town...and you'll get 500 for it. |
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When the Buffalo done run out... I get the last laugh. |
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Naw, I was a priest once... other cheek. |
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We came to ask you to leave. |
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I'll take first watch. |
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And then there is a third kind. |
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Buck, you are full of crap. |
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I'll take that $5 |
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Nobody move... which one of you is to die. |
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... I know. I can't imagine what ame over me. |
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Where you headed...Tascosa... there a saloon there? |
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What about you, Mr Jackson? Are you willing to ride witha n old Southern Boy? |
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 Buck, you look awful...that's damn near possible |
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 You shoot a cannon pretty well, Pard... Dreadful. |
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