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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