Elliott Marston:
Whitey! Take that bucket and ride out until I signal.
Elliott Marston:
[Whitey rides off with the bucket]
Tell me when you want him to stop.
Slattern:
[Quigley calmly prepares his rifle, as the rider gets further and further]
Your man able to hit something that far away?
Crazy Cora:
I don't know him. I never saw him before.
Worker:
[Quigley keeps adjusting his rifle]
He'd have to be a good shot alright...
Matthew Quigley:
...'Bout there'll do.
[Marston fires his pistol and the rider places the bucket on the ground]
O'Flynn:
[whispering]
Bullshit.
Elliott Marston:
[Quigley carefully takes aim and prepares to fire]
Are you certain, Mr. Quigley, that you wouldn't like the bucket a bit closer?
Matthew Quigley:
[Quigley pauses, then fires the rifle, piercing the bucket]
Quite certain.
[reloads and fires two more shots in quick succesion, hitting the bucket both times]
Crazy Cora:
Told ya! Only my Roy could hit a coyote at that distance!
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