Western World Page #8

I don't know what your part

in all this has been,

but you do not have

to die tonight.

-Don't go out like this.

-Better listen to him, friend.

No matter what you've been,

you're still a lawman,

damn it.

Make the right choice.

They sure are dead.

Yeah, well, I just happen

to know the undertaker.

You weren't lying.

This is one hell of a town.

Thank you, Mr. Carver,

for your excellent service.

You're more than

welcome, sir.

You come back anytime.

No offense, Mr. Carver,

but I sincerely hope not.

Marshall.

Ma'am.

That was a mighty fine

breakfast.

Mr. Carver sure runs

a pretty tight business.

That's about all I could say

for dogwood pass.

I am not sorry

to be quit of it.

No need to check

on the prisoners, I guess?

Hell no.

No, they can stay in that cell

till Marshall bird gets here

to take 'em to laramie.

I want nothing more to do

with that lot.

What about sheriff Ramey?

Well, I'm not sure

what to do about him.

He's been up to mischief,

that's for sure.

But I'm not sure

exactly what.

We could just let him be and let

the chips fall where they do.

I don't things are gonna turn

out too nice for him anyhow.

I can't believe you,

you son of a b*tch!

Tell you one thing,

he ain't a happy man right now.

So you don't want to deal

with him either?

I'm leaving you!

Nope.

Yep, unfortunate situations

in this town,

that's for sure.

Yeah, it's probably been

that way

since the first two boards

were nailed together.

Just took Lucy silver's

husband to bring it out.

Go home, Henry, you're drunk.

Hello, Henry.

Camille?

It's Lucy, you damn fool.

Now, where's my buggy?

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