Wild Bill Page #6

one hard slug in her,

I'll blow my own damn brains out,

save you the trouble!

Yes, let him kill himself.

He's been doing it all his life.

Give me the gun!

I left one slug in there. I'm gonna

stand back so you can fire when ready.

You wanna say goodbye?

Sure.

Goodbye, Jack.

I got you that time, Wild Bill.

Now this is it.

I can't.

For Christ's sake!

I couldn't do it last night in the

Chinese flophouse, and I can't do it now.

Cos I done it already.

Like the Bible says, I done it in my heart.

I killed you already.

How about I do it?

The man who kills Wild Bill

will be very famous.

Especially when he hangs for it.

Could you just jump over the bullshit?

Let's get outta here.

Be seein' you around, Wild Bill.

Maybe next time I won't be workin'

for no chickenshit kid.

Come on, let's go.

Well, at last I can do my toilette.

We got your guns! Anybody come outside

before we're gone, there will be a killin'!

Bill!

You all best stay in here.

Gimme one of them Colts, Bill.

Can't do it, Joe. I'm a better pistol shot

than you with either hand.

How are the eyes, Bill?

Never can tell, Charley.

It comes and goes.

The theatre of Bill's life

had come to demand

that he walk up

the centre of a muddy street

rather than use the boardwalk.

He had discovered being Wild Bill

was a profession in its own right.

(horses fretting)

You oughta know better

than to touch another man's hat.

Get him!

Come here, Jack.

Give me my pocket gun back.

I'm lettin' you live.

A sentimental gesture in honour

of your mother. Now get on outta here.

Thank you, Mr Hickok, sir.

Uh...

Mind if I have me a drink afore I leave?

I'll buy you one. Whisky's good for a man.

Helps you see things in perspective.

(Joe) Whisky and cards.

The Lord does provide.

Ohh!

I've been up here 20 minutes

cryin' my eyes out,

and none of you bastards would come up

and tell me what happened!

- Bill killed 'em, killed 'em all.

- I don't expect decent treatment from Bill,

but I figured a gent like Charley

would come upstairs and tell a lady!

I knew if I told you that Bill was alive,

you'd be mad at him again.

- What's he doin' here?

- (Joe) Bill's buyin' him a drink.

Go on there and drink your drink

and then head on outta town!

Else I'll be the one to put a bullet in ya!

Yes, ma'am.

You ain't no kinda man at all.

You're just some kinda fool.

This whole thing's

been too damn crazy, Bill!

You've always been able to do

whatever you want, and we don't matter!

- None of us! Ever!

- Hush up now.

I'm concentratin' on my cards.

I like this view over here better, boys.

And I'm gonna like you a whole lot better

when you've passed on!

That way I can just say I loved you

and I don't have to explain it none! (sobs)

Come on, deal 'em up, Joe.

My luck's runnin'.

You remember them soldiers

in Hays City, Bill?

(Charley) He remembers every fight

he was ever in. He loves them all.

(Bill) Goddamn soldiers!

Never liked them, any of them.

Never liked bein' one, neither.

Wasn't cut out for the army life.

Never liked eastern bastards, neither.

One time Bill says to his deputy,

Mike Williams, he says...

This is in Abilene. Bill says "I don't want

you mixin' in this, cos this is my affair."

"It's just between me and this feller

Phil Coe, who stole my watch."

Dave Tutt stole my watch.

Then Bill waded into this mob of drunks,

sharps, whores, mental deficients,

all of 'em friends

of the great Texas gunfighter, Phil...

Phil Coe. Another one of them bullshit

Texans. Never much liked any of 'em.

Mean sons of b*tches, usually

cheat at cards, never take a bath.

Bill says "Phil Coe, I'm arrestin' you,

because you went

and committed a murder."

All of a sudden Phil Coe pulls a drop

on Bill, who was too quick for him

and gunned him down with two shots,

the second one breakin' his spine.

He deserved it.

And that ain't the way it happened.

Then Bill heard footsteps

runnin' behind him.

He turns and fires, and accidentally

kills his own deputy, Mike Williams.

Then he tells the crowd

to clear the streets - which they done -

and he stands there

and cries over the body.

Nothin' like that ever happened.

It was windy. The dust got in my eyes.

Then there was the time

Bill fought them soldiers in Hays City.

A whole platoon of bluecoats

from the 7th Cavalry took him on

over a chance remark

about a woman Bill was seein'.

Bill's great fights always

involved a woman one way or another.

It was the only time the great Wild Bill

took off his guns.

Them soldiers damn near killed him

with their fists and boots.

Only the miracle of the bartender,

one Tommy Drum,

who gave Bill back his firearms,

saved the day.

Sendin' you home, Wild Bill.

No!

Jack McCall was hanged March 1 st, 1877,

for the murder of James Butler Hickok,

known as Wild Bill.

Like a city in the Old Testament,

Deadwood had become

a place of prophecy and visions.

Bill was 39 years old when he died.

I'm proud to say I was his friend.

What a fellowship

What a joy divine

Leaning on the everlasting arms

What a blessed peace

What a joy is mine

Leaning on the everlasting arms

? Leaning on Jesus

Leaning on Jesus

Safe and secure from all alarm

Leaning on Jesus

Leaning on Jesus

Leaning on the everlasting arms

Leaning on Jesus

Leaning on Jesus

Leaning on the everlasting arms

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