Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If it did, I've no evidence. I'd have tried to take

I can, Mr. Hickok.

To receive their money would be a separate matter,

I prefer you pick the figure.

Don't you do it.

Feel this little one's forehead.

EB: Al, once that dope-fiend

you were so full of opinion.

A man, pushed off or whatever the hell else.

Thanks for coming, Doc.

I'm gonna get you something to ease that.

Well, armed and ready, madam.

and falls to his death from the ridge.

Montana okay with you?

(country ballad playing)

I suggested to my husband just last night

I'll bet she'd enjoy yours.

your fucking money back." And the tenderfoot agrees.

till that saloon-keep decides I can't be trusted

to betray her interests.

Her husband came here with childish ideas.

listen to the thunder.

as far as where he decides to gamble elsewhere,

Hint at the amount.

For saving me money in spite of myself.

Yet the widow suspects foul play.

of your choice will be right for us.

with Charlie headed for Cheyenne.

Whereas you, Dan,

To lose her family, to see them slaughtered.

But she's reluctant to sell

♪ Stolen my faith ♪

Mr. Hickok makes me look for the warrant in your hand.

You think she'd want company?

I need to fuck something.

I'll certainly need a coffin.

I told you I didn't like the way he looked!

I'll take this back to the widow.

Why take the chance?

We want 'em shiny, make no mistake.

Wouldn't you expect her husband's death

Is that what happened, Mr. Dority?

Get yourself some relief.

then I'm glad it was you that tied him up, Al,

Any ideas for the rest?

I don't think Hickok's coming at ya, Al. No, I don't.

(knock at door)

My knowing what I know

Is this Mr. Hickok's room?

keep him from asking in the Pinkertons.