Cassidy Red Page #4

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Mama was a whore.

Well, she'd be the first

to admit that.

Is that how you see 'em?

As whores first

and women second?

I'd trust the judgment

of a whore

over just about anyone.

You trusted Harley?

You think she loved you?

Why you so concerned whether

your mama and I loved each other?

Because she's dead, Cort.

I thought you should know

there won't be warm body

and a bottle waiting for you

above the Belle anymore.

- Your mama, she...

- Don't hurt yourself, Cort.

Maybe you can get together

with all of Harley's regulars.

Who knows how many brothers

and sisters I have scattered

- all over the territory.

- ( gun shots )

I'll pluck

your eyebrows off

if you don't watch

your mouth about your mama.

Harley O was the decentist

woman I ever had the...

If you loved her so much, then how come

you didn't take her away from this life?

I told her every time

I saw her that I loved her.

She never came

to see ya?

Sent that Rowena out here

to deliver a few letters.

You and I have both

had someone taken from us.

You can't hunt down

consumption,

but I can put a bullet in

the heart of that seed sucker

who killed Jake and made

a slave out of Harley.

Good. You just leave me out of it.

You're too busy pinin' for a whore

you can't even shoot straight.

I shoot just fine,

young lady,

but stomping into

a suicide mission

to avenge some Apache bastard

that gives you the vapors

just ain't the way I

planned on ending my life.

Are you sure you want

your last words in this world

to be a slur about a man

who died today?

( trigger clicks )

As far as I'm concerned,

that Apache bastard

is the only family I got.

Well, you got every right

to go and seek your revenge.

But I don't owe him nothin'.

I thought there was

a good man buried

inside that

poisonous husk.

You may have me confused

with someone else.

You may have thought

that Apache

was the only family

you ever had.

By God, now I'm really

the family you got left.

I'm going to Ruby

to kill Hayes

with or without

your help.

Well, you gonna see

your mama again,

a lot sooner

than I will.

Hayes woulda already

plugged you twice

in the time it took you

to aim your first shot.

I thought you said you didn't

want any part of this.

I don't. Don't mean I'm

averse to entertainment.

What sick

sense of humored sumbitch

taught you how to shoot?

Hell, maybe some people

just can't be taught.

( chickens clucking )

If you want poultry for supper,

I suggest using a hatchet.

You smoke them hens

with a bullet,

the meat just ends up

tasting of antimony.

You ever do

any actual ranchin'?

This spread's about

as useful for ranching

as a cactus is

for a saddle.

So then how'd you

pay for all this?

( gunshots )

So killin'

still pays well.

Pays a hell of a lot

better than conspiring.

Unarmed Navajo, Apache, Chinese,

women and children, they deserve it?

You will forgive me

if the judgment

of a petulant child

smacks of hypocrisy.

And you think

killing Hayseed Hayes

is gonna give you

that satisfaction?

I'll let you know.

What are you closing

one eye for?

Close one eye, you just

gonna see half as much.

Plus you just gonna

end up spraying wide

cause you ain't got

no depth perception.

I know you think I'm an

ancient, bigoted, drunken fool,

and you're not wrong.

But tell me, Lady Vengeance,

how is it that someone

twice your age

and twice as drunk as you

can get three dead eye shots off

in the time it takes

you to get one?

- Because you've been practicing your whole life?

- Wrong.

Because you're so drunk,

you're not even trying to aim?

That's close.

I ain't got time

for the ramblings

of a lonely

pickled reptile.

You're so busy lookin'

that you ain't seein'.

For every second you spend

crossing your eyes at your target...

( yelling )...you lose two split

seconds you could have spent firing!

Tell me how, Cort! Tell

me how to shoot like you.

Look, I ain't never

asked for anything,

and you ain't never

given me anything.

I gave you my name.

Give me something

I can use, Daddy.

Give me something I can

use to defend myself.

You don't wanna

defend yourself,

you wanna take

a man's life.

Josephine.

Now your hand is on its way

from wherever it was

to pointin' directly

at your target.

A weapon is just something it

happens to pick up along the way.

The holster

tosses you the gun

as your hand rides by it.

The gun matches

the speed of your hand.

It joins it.

Go again.

- ( Joe chuckling )

- What was that?

- I shattered the son of a b*tch.

- No, you didn't.

- I did.

- No, you did not.

You took three

to the chest

before you even had a chance

to fire your first shot.

Go!

Go again!

Why is your hand shaking

like a punch-drunk pugilist?

There ain't no blood

left in it.

Tell your veins to pump

the blood where it's needed.

You in charge of your hand,

or it in charge of you?

I guess that answers

that question.

- Better.

- I missed.

Yeah, your eyes don't aim,

your arm aims.

When you blink,

does your weapon discharge?

- No.

- What discharges your weapon?

- My hand?

- Your arm.

Hand is an extension

of your arm.

- Fingers an extension of your hand.

- All right.

Your arm aims the gun.

Your finger pulls the trigger.

- Now they do the work, so they make the rules.

- All right.

- Your eyes don't even hardly factor into it.

- All right!

All right, then.

- ( horse whinnies )

- What are you doing, Cass?

- Don't call me that.

- Why not?

- He calls me that.

- Who?

You know who.

Hate that crooked son

of a bitchin' badge polisher?

- Yes.

- You wanna put two in between them blank

- beady eyes of his?

- Yes.

You want him

to answer for Jakob?

- Yes.

- Draw that Colt!

( gunfire )

Better.

( snoring )

You all right?

- What's it look like?

- Looks like you haven't slept.

What's it to you?

Are we gonna go shootin'

or you wanna get into bed?

I want you

to leave me alone.

( Joe sighs ) You know, I

thought you were gonna help me.

Help you do what?

Help you

get yourself killed?

I'm not like Harley, Cort.

I'm like you.

( chuckles )

I never wanted to believe it,

but I can't deny it any longer.

So what?

So you're the best shot

I've ever seen.

And if you can make me

half the shot you are,

I'll be twice

the shot Hayes is,

- so I shouldn't have a problem...

- So you can what?

Why don't you put

that bottle down

and come with me

back to Ruby?

Aren't you listenin'

to me, girl?!

( sobbing )

- You shouldn't have come back.

- Why?

Because you were safe.

You'd gotten away.

You should have

stayed there.

You couldn't bear the thought

that he won, could you?

So, whether he shot you

yesterday or hung you tomorrow,

- I should just let him get away with it?

- To hell with him.

I knew I couldn't trust you

to look after yourself.

The hell with you, too.

I leave you alone

for five minutes

and you get your

skinny ass caught.

Nobody asked you

to come back here.

If I hadn't come back here you'd

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