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God damn it, young coat!

You shot the whore!

Asshole! You screwed everything!

Can't believe a guy's trying to hang
you.

My horse is dead.

I know good people, you know. You
probably need for that.

You're dead, friend.

Did he go to horse?

I feel like we've been riding in on
yours.

I guess none of us is perfect.

Well, we've got to walk over to him.

Why don't we drop and take a picnic
first?

We can slice up your horse and pick my
pal Junko's bones clean before the prey

get picking.

Stand up.

Why? No future where I'm going. May as
well just lay here.

You're worth more to me where we're
going. So let's get moving.

Yeah.

Good aim, are you?

Gonna throw it at me?

You like that, huh? How about we do a
trade?

Your gun or my blade?

Give me the knife.

You will come with me to pay your dues
and honor the hand that you've been

dealt. Well, that's funny.

I have one card left.

You can have it.

You sure about that?

Do you even know what kind of a man
Loonweather is?

I don't think honor comes into his
vocabulary.

That, and he can't even juggle.

Loonweather's shortcomings are of no
concern to me at this time.

Must distance you from your loved ones.

Dirty job like this. Must be frustrating
when it don't amount to much, and your

lady goes hungry and horny.

There's no alternative way to resolve
this. You're coming with me.

Since when does authority matter to a
doomed clown?

Don't be a fool.

Respect my situation here.

Well, you can see it on the floor down
there.

You, my friend, got dealt a bad hand.

No!

God damn it!

God damn it!

You fucking asshole!

My name is Kane Farrell.

A gun for hire.

I'm wandering alone in the shortest
space without friend or comrade.

Nothing exists.

All is a dream.

But who is the dreamer? And how did he
come to dream?

All that comes to me is her.

Her and the day of the end.

Her and the day of the end.

Oh, look.

He lives.

So what the fuck happened to you?

I don't remember.

I don't like not remembering.

Then let her work that voodoo on your
system.

So let's hear it about the fucker.

Fuck up.

I'm still here, aren't I?

Sloppy, son.

Very sloppy.

How'd you get your goddamn horse killed?

The assailant?

He not have a horde?

Clearly not.

And not a word from anyone seen who
rolled me in.

Well, that's the big mystery.

I don't know how you do it, Kane.

But you did. You made it back with my
man.

Did Clayton Campbell see me riding with
anybody or not?

Clayton Campbell?

Ha! Clayton Campbell is a degenerate!

alcoholic gambler.

He woke up, dropped against the bar, as
usual, came outside, cleared his throat,

took in lungfuls of fresh air, and saw
you sunbathing with that heap of maggot

feed.

Beautiful.

He killed himself, you know.

That goddamn bounty.

That's a shame.

I had a right show planned for that
perverted worm.

He ended his own life, Robert, to be
dragged into your hands.

Stop it! Stop it!

You tease me with what could have been.

Mustn't have been much fun dragging that
pile of shit across the landscape.

Maybe I should take that little sign.
Sign of what, boy?

To take a longer break.

You ain't going nowhere.

Well, I'm not until you hand over my
goddamn wages.

What is this talk here now?

You been letting that little saint back
home soften your manner?

This you cover the horse?

Ah, one step ahead of you there.

And because I'm a generous soul, the new
horse is on me.

But don't make a habit of making
crowbait.

And don't get excited just yet, because
I'm not finished with you.

Figures.

This here is McGonagall.

McGonagall's a good man.

We've done business a few times.

And he couldn't wait to meet you.

It's a pleasure, Mr.

Farrowwood.

I hope you can prove to be of some
service to us in this time.

To the man of born, this man.

We got some serious business to discuss,
boy.

You feeling strong?

I'm rested.

Then we best see that you still have
that unflinching song that I brought to

entertain you.

You're gonna love this.

Mighty pretty.

Ain't she pretty?

Wanna wave your dick in her, do ya?

Wanna wave your filth in her, do ya?

Do ya?

What is this, low mother?

Can it wait?

You wanna ride in, do ya, boy?

You wanna be a faggot?

You wanna ride in for me, do ya?

Do ya?

Well, how about it?

Just let me go.

I'll disappear.

You won't see me.

You want to fudge tunnel him, boy?

You want to give us our own private
freak show?

Give us our own private freak show, boy?

I can make it worth your time.

I'll make it worth your time.

You want to make it worth my time, do
you?

You want to fuzz tunnel me?

You want to make it worth my time?

You want to make my day, do you, bitch?

I own everything that belongs to you.
Hell, I even own you.

Come lend a hand.

This is not my business, Loneweather.

I'm not one of you goddamn goons.

No.

Hold him down.

Kill himself with your blade, did he?

Let that happen to you, did he?

I was ambushed. Things were... Floppy!

Where were you, Kane?

I don't follow.

In mind.

Where were you in mind?

Because you certainly didn't seem to be
there. We're going to need some focus.

Focus him now, are you?

Well, what are you waiting for? You want
to jack it off before I go?

You know there's a reason you

don't get many Marys around this part.

What the goddamn hell is wrong with you?

We must approach this venture with a
matter of urgency.

Now, please, if you don't mind, can we
move on?

You want to stay one step ahead, boy, or
you won't be working for me much

longer.

Hell, anyone would think you boys have
never seen a day of fun in your lives.

Now, going on what my friend and
associate, Mr. McGonagall, says, this

Farrowwood is colossal.

And by colossal, do you mean early
retirement?

Depending on which way you look at it,
you'd be right on vote count.

Casket. It's a town just north of here.

It was a big retrieval by the law's hand
of over $20 ,000.

Taken. By four.

by a crew headed by Philip Grant.

The law had caught up with him for the
theft of the town.

Now, when we're talking law, we're
talking about the sheriff of Casket, or

him, or of his men.

Now, can you guess what happened next?

The law went and got shot up to ship,
too!

It's one big bloody mess we got here.

And then the whole town of Casket was to
be shaken up by horrific sight.

Hell, you're from Casket, McGonagall.
Tell me yourself.

The sheriff rode back in alone.

His eyes were missing, and he couldn't
quite communicate.

Man, he must have been riddled with
shock.

Or worse.

Quite frankly, the sight shocked me.

So naturally, we rode out to see what we
could find of the missing lawman and

the money.

We wanted to see where the sheriff's
eyes were laying looking.

Is this an old friend of yours or
something?

We found the lawman.

With him, the body of the Felix Brandt
gang.

The money, no.

But what I did find is why I've come to
see you here today, Mr. Farrowwood.

Pinned to the back of Felix Brandt was
this photograph.

A photograph?

Of a man whose face I thought I'd never
see again.

Philip Trout was his name back then. The
higher plane can only know where he

goes by now.

This Trout fella seems to be having some
fun.

A novel little gesture.

On the back of the photograph was a
note.

Written on it, in blood, was a message.

Fool's Rock, waiting.

You sure he's still gonna be there?

Knowing this man?

He'll still be there.

This is an invitation.

And as a man who seeks many answers, I
am happy to oblige.

Sounds like a big deal to you.

Even more so than the cash.

I contacted Mr.

Loomweather. He said he knew a man I
came to meet you.

I respect Loomweather's opinion and feel
you are capable.

The faster we act, the faster the money
is retrieved by the right people.

If you know what I mean.

and the payment on this one is waiting
with the very question.

I need to find this man, Mr. Farrowood.
I need to find him.

And when we do, you'll have more than
enough to take that long -needed break

warranted. And then some.

Three ways, Harry.

Three ways.

What, you both sit tight and I go
gunning for a jackpot?

Not true.

I'll be riding along with you.

Bullshit. I'll work alone.

Not anymore, you don't.

We have to pass Casket to reach Fool's
Rock.

I say we go around Casket through the
forest from our land to get to Fool's.

It wouldn't be a problem to pass through
Casket, would it?

Ah, but you see, Mr. Farrowwood, I am
currently absent from Casket, where my

service is more than needed.

The reason we are sat here is because I
am done with Casket.

What do you want from me?

I just want answers, Mr.

Farrowood.

Don't fuck me up, Farrowood.

I can't let you do this again to me,
Kane.

I can't let you do this to us. Do you
have any idea what it's like to feel

I've been left behind with no idea where
you are? You know how cautious I am. I

know how... close to death you were only
moments ago. Surely that means

something. Do you not understand how
much money I'm gonna make on this one?

I can walk away.

Do you understand?

We can have what we want.

I have all I want underneath this roof
here with you. But we can move away from

here. Away from town.

Away from Harlequin.

Just think about it. We can have what
we've always wanted. Our own little

You can't hide from the weakness inside
of you, giving in to temptations like

that. You need to decide that what you
want is the same as what I want for us

a family.

I do what I do to finance the very
foundations of this family.

Temptation has nothing to do with it.
Don't you dare put the nature of your

down on me.

You know this is what I wanted, Eva.

You know that I pray for you every day.

I pray that God will forgive you. I tell
him that you're a good man and that

you're an honest man. But I know that he
works in mysterious ways.

The way that you came to me, I don't
want you to be taken away from me like

that. But isn't our God a God of
salvation, no matter the path?

And his wrath can be unkind and damning,
and I hope that he has love for you

yet. Then the possibility remains the
damn same.

I could lead a good life on a farm and
get struck down.

I could be a fucking priest and get a
bullet in the head.

Do you see what I'm trying to say here?

You curse in front of me?

Your respect...

For me, it's deteriorating. I'm carrying
your unborn child and I have not done

wrong. But the day that I find you dead
in the gutter with the other vermin of

the earth, that's the day that my life
will really be in danger.

How many damn times does a man have to
say the same thing over and over again?

Especially when he is already dated.
He's doing what he's doing for the love

his family.

You know, life on the edge can be very
brutal and unflinching, as you know very

well, Mr. Palawan.

But for a young girl with fear for your
life, I don't think she'd be ready for

such a painful loss.

Then maybe see this as a fine.

The Lord himself knows that a second
chance is a special gift.

I built up what I found to be a fairly
precise skill.

Shook. He got me in bed with the
farmer's daughter once in a while, but

really ended very well.

So I took myself out on the road, found
a traveling show.

That's when I became exposed to the
challenges of other sharpshooters.

Man was something to prove.

And then, when Loonwebber found me,
that's when things started to get ugly.

When the money started getting better, I
guess the love for it just dwindled.

Now the gun doesn't just make you a
living. It is your life support.

But if I didn't have a gun, no one would
want to kill me.

Only now you can't throw the gun away,
because you are the gun.

I understand there's no going back, but
a man ought to have the right to step

out of it any time he can.

Well, if you can win loom with a round
to that way of thinking, I... I wish you

all the best for your future.

When were you, uh, with, uh... We should
hit Fool's Rock by the

morning.

I can sense him, you know, sat up there
on the top of the rock, waiting.

So what happened?

Twenty years ago was such a long time.

Now remember it like it was yesterday.

Was it gonna be a long night?

You might as well tell.

We were out fishing.

That was I, Nicholas Baum, I was the son
of the local principal judge of the

court, and Seppi Womer, whose father had
a bar called Triplet.

Friends since childhood and in the
beginnings of manhood, we knew the hills

well as the birds, and went out to our
favorite fishing spot and spent the

better part of a day there.

Soon there came a young man strolling
through the trees.

He sat down next to us and started
talking to us as if he knew us.

We did not say anything, for he was a
stranger, and we were not used to

strangers and were shy of them.

He had a pleasant face, a winning voice,
handsome clothes on, and when he talked

he was confident, not shy and awkward
and diffident.

We wanted to be friendly with him, but
didn't know how to begin.

Then I thought of my pipe and wondered
if it would be taken kindly as men if I

offered it to him.

Then I thought I... had no fire and was
upset and disappointed.

But he said, fire?

Oh, that is easy. I can furnish it.

I was astonished where I hadn't spoken a
word.

He took the pipe and blew on it. The
tobacco glowed red and purple swirls

up through the air.

We couldn't believe what we had seen and
wanted to flee.

But he persuaded us to stay. He meant us
no harm and just wanted to be friends

with us.

So we stayed.

And eventually our curiosity got the
better of us.

We had to perform other wonders.

He went on coaxing in a soft, persuasive
way.

He went to a puddle.

It came back with some water and a leaf
in the shape of a cup.

And he blew on it.

Threw it out.

And it was a lump of ice the shape of a
cup.

It was incredible.

He went on to say, You need not name the
thing you wish. As long as I am with

you, just wish and you will find.

And he never said so true.

Bread, cake, sweet nuts, whatever one
wanted, it was there.

He ate nothing himself but sad and did
one curious thing after another.

He made spurs out of clay.

set them free, and they flew away
singing.

At last, I made as bold as to ask him
who he was.

An angel, he said simply, and set
another bird free.

A kind of awe fell upon us when he said
that, and we were afraid again.

But he told us not to be afraid, but why
should we fear an angel? And anyway, he

liked us.

Steppy asked him his name, to which he
simply said,

Philip Trown.

He let us make a population out of clay.

He gave each one life as easily as he
could take it away.

Our lives changed drastically the day we
met Philip Trown, an

angel.

I will be where my own eyes will see the
source and the cause to give me my own

answers to the great mystery.

So, if you're saying this guy's a bit of
a trickster, how would you propose we

catch him out?

You're going to have to trust me.

He will remember me.

Maybe it is useless talking.

What are you saying?

If Tram really is here, and this is how
I remember him, he probably knows we're

right here, right now.

He's probably got his eyes locked on the
both of us, right as I speak.

You're crazy.

Just like Doomweaver for giving you the
nod.

I guess there was more I should have
told you about my encounter with Trown.

Oh, yeah.

Shh.

You hear him calling?

This here...

Like the view?

How about the drive?

Okay. Walk away from the edge.

Save you the trouble of ending up like
you're a kin.

Keep your upper limbs up, please,
friend.

Don't have to kill the game before it's
started now, do you?

Ain't got any more surprises to hide
from you yet, friend.

You gotta play.

Have you got a blade for me, friend?

There's a knife in my boot.

Mighty honest.

We'll water it and strip you now.

Horse you rolling on?

Mighty fine.

Could feed some folks for a few nights,
howdy.

Nothing's happening to that horse.

Why's that?

Poor track record of responsibility.

You planning on killing me here today?

Well, that's one dusty dry sense of
humor you got locked up in. You know

I'm saying?

It's the next natural step.

So why don't you just hurry up and get
it over with already?

Well, you see, it gets lonely up in
these hills.

So, I gots me somebody to talk with.

If you get lonely, you didn't have to
kill my friend.

Man only needs one person to talk with.

Then why didn't you come back with me?

Give yourself in.

Get back where you stole.

Make yourself some new friends.

Hell, maybe you're right.

You know, this has been one big terrible
mistake.

Hell, I've even been bored of my own
company up here anyhow.

Maybe I should just return to you the
tool of your trade.

Go on.

Maybe.

Huddle up together on that horse.

Right away.

Sound good?

Doesn't seem likely.

You've hurt my feelings.

Here was me thinking we was gonna be
friends.

You are his wife.

What brings you up here, Snigger?

I said, what brings you up here,
Snigger?

Your soul.

It's worth a lot of dough to me.

We're talking souls now.

The man you killed didn't want you for
the money.

He wanted you specifically.

Well, now, that makes me feel special.

Told me he met you a little over two
decades ago.

So he wanted a little reunion?

He found a note.

Bringing him blood.

That you were waiting.

He knew it was fair.

Was it?

It could have been for anyone.

He knew your name.

I have many.

How about Philip Trom?

I may have heard that name.

He wanted you alive.

Oh, I bet he did.

Well, maybe I wanted him dead. Who
knows? I've done this dance with many

He seemed pretty serious about finding
you.

What did he want?

Possibly the same as others from time.

Answers.

Hungry?

Good enough for Adam.

I guess you're not prone to bearing
yourself vulnerable before any man.

You could say I'm a stranger to it.

Does it hurt your pride?

You think you're doing a good job of
that?

How did you do that?

What?

With the apples and the hat.

Where'd you learn to do a thing like
that?

I didn't learn nothing. Comes natural to
me, like many things.

Huh. An illusionist.

I never met many of those in my town.

I guess you could say I am, if it is a
better understanding to you.

Of course, the vast majority of people's
lives ain't nothing but an illusion.

What in the goddamn hell are you talking
about?

In your mind, what do you see your good
lady wife doing right now?

She's at home, praying for my soul and
staying out of harm's reach.

You sure?

You sure she ain't being a bad girl?

The wife, she a pious soul?

She grew up in a convent, left shortly
after her postulancy.

And why did she leave?

Because we were in love.

And you desecrated her purity with your
seed, and she couldn't return.

her choice as much as mine.

But surely, that contradicts the order
of her responsibility.

She's still close to God.

And what would you say if God wasn't?

She's not proud of what we did.

She tasted the fruit.

I do my all to protect her.

Then why leave such innocence to collide
with a world of violence?

The harsh realities of life here is
something that none of us can escape.

Tell me.

What does your good lady wife think of
the dreadful things you commit?

People are hypocrites.

And we all still are.

Time to drink.

Here's to the rest of your days.

Sounded like some sort of pathetic dog.

Does it hurt?

My focus.

It ain't what it used to be.

Floppy. Very floppy.

What?

I mean, you ride all the way out here.

They fed you some horse shit about a pot
of gold sitting on top of a rock.

You got a lady watch that all the way
back there, waiting for the wolves to

sniffing around?

That's not how this is.

You think maybe the fair maiden at home
is the reason you're softening?

What the hell are you talking about?

I mean, you think she may be trying to
cut off your balls?

She's carrying my child.

And I bet she gives you a hard time
about putting food on the table, am I

You know, you could always give her a
slap.

Make sure she knows who's boss.

Hell, you never know, she may even like
it.

Well, it's good to see you two still
have some fight left in you.

Maybe you are men after all.

The guy I rode in with.

The fellow who took a dive.

I've got to bury him.

I can't leave him like this.

Then go bury him.

And then you're going to show me the
dome.

Then I'm riding out of here.

That sort of thing.

I don't give a shit what you do.

I'm leaving here without money.

It's here waiting for you.

Talk about my wife one more time and
I'll kill you.

Christina? Kate!

Christina!

Tell me what.

You people, you people sure do fascinate
me.

Thank you.

what you're looking for.

She's your son, your little boy.

She's waiting for you to come home.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

We'll be right back.

Excuse us, we're discussing important
business.

Why am I here?

Well... Where the fuck am I?

What's my name?

Kamel, you're doing it again.

I'm gonna put you down like the dog that
you are.

You're just like me

This is all there is.

is a dream.

God, man, the world, the sun, the moon,
the wilderness, the stars, a

dream. All a dream.

They have no existence.

Nothing exists.

Save everything.

And you.

And you are not you. You have no body,
no bone, no blood.

You are but a thought.

I myself have no truth.

The creation of imagination has no
awareness of its own fleet.

In the moment you will realize this,

And you will banish me from your vision.

And I will disappear into the
nothingness out of which you live.

In a little while, you will be alone on
the shore of space.

Left to wander its limitless solitudes
without a friend or company forever.

For you will remain.

The only existence.

And by your nature, inextinguishable.

Indestructible. But I, your poor
servant, have revealed you to yourself

the truth.

Now dream of the truth.

And better!

It's so boring.

It's so boring.

Welcome, friend.

You got a little lost?

I've been waiting a long time for you.

Here.

Your weapon.

I never did catch your name.

Well, that's too bad.

Didn't mind an hour talking to you,
friend.

He's awake!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you