Harmonica:
I saw three of these dusters a short time ago. They were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men.
Cheyenne:
So?
Harmonica:
Inside the men, there were three bullets.
Cheyenne:
That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons: One, nobody around these parts got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed. That surprise you?
Harmonica:
Yeah. Well, you know music, and you can count - all the way up to two.
[Cheyenne spins the magazine of his revolver]
Cheyenne:
All the way up to six if I have to...
Cheyenne:
[gesturing to Harmonica's wound]
... and maybe faster than you.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:45