Jake:
Where you headed?
Pitt Mackeson:
Newport.
Jake:
Hell man, there's two hundred Federals in Newport! We just rode through 'em. You can't go on in there!
Pitt Mackeson:
Wrong, Dutchie. I am going in there. I'm for certain sure going in there. I want a drink, and they have drinks in Newport.
Jake:
They'll kill you, you best stay clear out of there.
Pitt Mackeson:
I don't think so Dutchie. I don't reckon I'll clear out of where I was born. You see that there was my hometown, and I reckon I'll go on in and have me a drink there.
Jake:
Turner, you too? They'll kill you sure.
Pitt Mackeson:
What a horrible fate! Oh what a horrible fate! Oh boy you got me now Dutchie, oh boy you got me now.
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