Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
Now, I checked my bulletins before I come over and didn't find nothing I can hold you for, but I want you out of town - directly, today.
John Bernard Books:
Maybe I'm not so inclined.
Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
The, by God, I will incline you. I can badge as many men as I need. We'll smoke you out or carry you out feet first, so you say which, Mr. Gunman. It's your funeral.
John Bernard Books:
Soon, yes.
Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
Huh?
John Bernard Books:
I can't go.
Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
Can't?
John Bernard Books:
I'm going to die right here in this room.
Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
Heh! That's too thin.
John Bernard Books:
I wish you were right. Would you believe Doc Hostetler? That's his verdict.
Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
You don't say? You don't sa - goddamn! Whoo! Whooee! I tell you the damn truth, when I come through that door, I was scared. 'Cause I know what a man like you is capable of. I wondered who'd get my job, if the council would give my wife a pension and if it would snow the day they put me under. Whooee! Excuse me if I don't pull a long face. I can't.
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