Mexican Bandit:
[coming up the hill, waving a red handkerchief tied to a stick]
Hey, hombre!
John Russell:
[Russell finishes loading his rifle and goes to see what the Mexican Bandit wants]
Mexican Bandit:
Look amigo, how close you come!
[indicating the wound on his stomach]
John Russell:
I tried to do better; I think you moved.
Mexican Bandit:
You can be sure I move! How do you prefer them, eh, tied to a tree?
John Russell:
That'd be nice.
Mexican Bandit:
You like to pull the trigger, eh?
John Russell:
I can do it again for you.
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