I’m not a bad guy, I’m just doing my job!
I’m sorry to put a bullet in your beast. I didn’t want you to do anything rash before you had a moment to come to your senses.
-You goddamn son of a bitch.
Now, as to you poor devils. So, as I see it, when it comes to the subject of what to do next, you gentlemen have two choices. One: Once I’m gone, you could lift that beast off the remaining Speck then carry him to the nearest town. Which would be at least 37 miles back the way you came. Or two: You could unshackle yourselves, take that rifle, put a bullet in his head, bury the two of them deep, and then make your way to a more enlightened area of this country. Choice is yours. Oh, and on the off chance there are any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one.
My good man, did you simply get carried away with your dramatic gesture, or are you pointing your weapon at me with lethal intention?
You gotta be reasonable in a situation like this. I’m not a bad guy. I’m just doing my job. Blueberry… Tell you what, boys: Take me to the doc in El Paso, I’ll get you your freedom.
