[last lines]
Charley Siringo:
[after shooting the face of a vigilante who resembles Bennet]
He's got long hair. He's built... 'bout the same as you. Nobody'll recognise his face now. The law will be satisfied with a fake Beauregard Bennet. Anyhow, the real one doesn't exist anymore. Now, beat it. Run, Beau.
[Bennet is confused]
Charley Siringo:
Go 'way!
Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet:
[mounts his horse]
Good luck, friend. Adiós!
[rides off]
Charley Siringo:
Luck to you, Beau.
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