"No trouble Marshall. Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood. It don't concern the law."
"Tonight, everything concerns the law. Now, break it up. Any brawlin', it's fifteen days in the county jail. Alright, folks, come on! This is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!"
"Tonight, everything concerns the law. Now, break it up. Any brawlin', it's fifteen days in the county jail. Alright, folks, come on! This is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!"
*leaves, music starts up again*
"Monday mornin, 8 o'clock. If you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck."
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*throws pastry on the ground, turns around, grabs pie plate and throws pie plate which hits gun, causing the shot to go astray.*
*hat flies off head, flinches from surprise of shot*
*Clara sighs in relief*
*gapes in stunned disbelief as the one shot in the gun only manages to take off the smithy's hat, turns and sees the kid* "YOU!"
*approaches and points finger* "Hey, lighten up, jerk!"
"Mighty strong words, runt! You man enough to back 'em up with more than just a pie plate?!"
*checks to make sure Clara is okay, then stand up together*
*caught off guard and looks around, at a loss for words* "Look, just leave my friends alone." *starts to walk away*
"What's wrong, dude? You yella?" *sees him stop, chuckles with his goons* "Heh, that's what I thought. A yella-belly."
*turns around and slowly walks back*
*threatening tone* "Nobody calls me 'yellow'."
"Then let's finish this. Right now!"
*Seamus and Maggie walk up to commotion*
*goon taps Buford on shoulder* "Oh, uh, not now Buford, uh, Marshall's got our guns."
"Like I said, we'll finish this tomorrow!"
Wow, didn't realize I was getting close to 1000. lol
"...Tomorrow we're robbin' the Pine City stage."
*irritated* "What about Monday? We doin' anythin' Monday?!"
*all the goons shake their heads* "No, Monday'd be fine. You can kill him on Monday."
*turns back to Marty*
"I'll be back this way on Monday. We'll settle this then. Out there, in front of the Palace Saloon."
*slowly walks forward* "Yeah, right. When? High noon?" *stops and puts hands in pockets*
"Noon?! I do my killin' before breakfast! Seven o'clock!"
*pause* "Eight o'clock." *intense* "I do my killing after breakfast."
"Marty!" *realizes mistake, tries to smile to hide it*
*worried looks from Seamus and Maggie*
*shotgun cocks* "Alright, now, break it up. What's all this about? You causin' trouble here, Tannen?"
"No trouble Marshall. Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood. It don't concern the law."
"Tonight, everything concerns the law. Now, break it up. Any brawlin', it's fifteen days in the county jail. Alright, folks, come on! This is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!"
*leaves, music starts up again*
"Monday mornin, 8 o'clock. If you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck."
"It's dog, Buford. Shoot him down like a dog."
*looks pissed, confused, and downright put out, as well as a little teary-eyed*
"Let's go boys! Let these sissies have their party!"
*walks over to Marty* "Marty, what are you doing, saying you're gonna meet Tannen?"
*happy to see Doc* "Hey, Doc. Doc, don't worry about it. Monday morning, 8AM. We're going to be gone, right?"
"Theoretically yes, but what if the train's late?"
"Late?"
"We'll discuss this later." *Clara walks over*
*slightly alarmed* "No, we'll discuss this now."
"No, we'll discuss it now, what do you mean late?" *gets drowned out by Clara*
*interrupted by Clara* "Thank you for your gallantry, Mr. Eastwood. Had you not interceded, Emmett might've been shot." *looks at Doc*
"Marty-uh, Clint, I'm going to take Clara home." *leaves*
"Right, g'night Doc. G'night Clara."
(How strangely fitting.)
"Congratulations, Mr. Eastwood. I'm glad someone finally had the gumption to stand up to that sonofabitch."
(I think I got the first part of this one wrong...not so good at incidental characters lol)
*shakes hand*
"You're all right in my book, Mr. Eastwood. I'd like to buy you a drink."
"Hey listen, I don't want a drink. It was no big deal.."
(Made it a little easier on you.)
"Young man, young man. I'd like you to have this Colt Peacemaker and gunbelt, free of charge."
*surprised* "Free?"