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Son of a b*tch!

Kipp, Jed, get your

asses down here!

Now!

What you need boss?

Yes Daddy?

You killed her, you

killed that poor girl!

Son of a b*tch!

You touch my daughter?

I'm gonna send you

straight to hell!

Quit hidin' you coward!

Come out here, you chicken sh*t!

How do you like that?

Sh*t.

F*** you!

I'll be damned, Mr. President.

You caught the damned train.

I've been thinkin' about

what you said at the Spur.

Figured you could use a hand.

Obliged, friend.

I ain't for anyone

beatin' no women.

One wolf to another,

I reckon I'd done

the same thing.

And if it was my daughter,

I'd kill that son

of a b*tch dead.

Now go get the son of a b*tch.

Come upstairs with me?

I'm just here for whiskey,

I'm not armed, I'm not armed.

Somebody's

shootin' downstairs!

Where's he at?

Drop it, drop it!

-Easy.

-Where is she?

She ain't here.

Lips or lead boy,

you're gonna show me.

You're gonna show me!

You son of a b*tch.

Behind you!

Son of a b*tch!

Where's my daughter?

Kipp!

I'm not askin' again.

I ain't afraid

to meet my maker.

Family?

When one piece is missin',

whole thing's broken.

You broke mine!

You know what

this was gonna be?

This was gonna be

the best goddamn

whore house west

of the Mississippi.

And your daughter's p*ssy

was gonna buy me a couple farms.

Open your mouth!

Open!

Bite down on the barrel.

Now someone tell me

where my daughter is.

Ain't no trains

for a good minute.

No sir.

Long ways back

where you come from.

Yes sir.

Longer still on

your own two feet.

Reckon you could use a horse.

I reckon I got a horse.

What will you do?

Reckon I'll go

somewhere quiet,

put my feet up and

retire these here boots.

It's been a long road,

and I'm tired.

But I'll find my way home.

Take care friend.

Pa, who was that man?

He's just

an old friend.

Ma!

Ma?

Ma?

Ma!

Maybe she's in the barn?

Lily!

Wait!

Lily!

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