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Sorry, but this is a great day.

Our house is a part of history.

You have got to know that.

That is nothing to be proud of.

I love that old man.

Gillom! All right!

It is time you knew.

He is dying.

Who?

Mr. Books.

I don't believe it.

He has a cancer.

You are lying.

He would have told me.

But he didn't tell you!

He told me.

He is dying.

Mum.

Mum.

do you understand?

That is the last of it.

Thank you, Mr. Hutchins.

My position as a teacher,

as a maiden lady,

I am obliged to move to another place.

Of course. I apologize.

We are ready to go!

Bye.

want some coffee?

Don't mind if I do.

Did you know those two?

No.

They sure knew you.

Who were they?

Ben Shoup, the one you killed

trying to get out the window.

The other man is named Mr. Norton...

Two bad men, not from around here.

I have never heard of them.

Quite a night.

Your bedroom looks like a slaughterhouse.

Oh, Mrs. Rogers.

I will put a man outside every night.

That will cost the taxpayers three dollars a night

and ten dollars each to bury two corpses.

Death and taxes, Mr. Books.

Keeping you alive to die of a natural cause

is costing us a small fortune.

There is no need to put any man outside.

I would appreciate that, marshal.

Thank you.

I... I want to tell you how sorry I am

about what happened last night.

That will not help.

Two men are dead.

I was defending myself.

How are you feeling,

a little less well every day?

You have got a kind heart a mile wide.

yes I have. Tell you what...

Maybe I can help speed things along.

Did you read about the shooting two nights ago?

No.

That was some shooting.

Mr. Pulford, he is the casino dealer,

a man shot at him, he shot one bullet,

straight through the heart,

at a distance of eighty four feet, three inches.

Maybe I will just send him here,

let him try his luck with you .

You do that, marshal.

This year is ninteen hundred and one

The old days are gone. You don't know it.

We have got waterworks, telephones, lights.

next year we will have an electric streetcar

and we have started to pave the streets.

We have still got some weeding to do.

Once we are rid of people like you,

we will have a damn garden of heaven here.

To be conscise,

you have outlived your time.

to be conscise? Your words could overflow a barrel without a bottom

You are the most talkative bastard I ever listened to.

I may be talk too much, but I am not ornery.

When my time comes to die,

I won't drag it out. I will just do it.

Why don't you?

Mr.Thibido...

I don't scare anymore.

Neither did Mr. Shoup or Mr. Norton.

You would not shoot a police officer.

What would stop me, fear of dying?

John Bernard Books

Lies moldering in his grave

John Bernard Books

Lies moldering in his grave

John Bernard Books

Lies moldering in his grave

But his horse keeps

Galloping on

Moses?

Would you like to do business

with a voice from the grave?

Mr. Books!

It is a pleasure to groom your horse!

And even a greater pleasure

to do business with you!

Would you please step into my office?

It will be a pleasure.

Right this way, please.

Yes, sir.

Now, let me see

where I put my spectacles

because I would not want to make a, uh...

financial mistake.

Yes, sir.

Here they are, Mr. Books.

one, two, three, four, five.

one hundred dollars.

That's a lot of money, Moses.

Who do I have... What's this for?

What's it for? For your horse.

My horse? I want to sell my horse,

but this would not buy my saddle.

But, Mr. Books, you agreed.

When?

When you sent Mr. Gilly...

I mean, when Mr. Rogers said this morning

one hundred dollars would be just fine with you.

I will have to have a talk with Mr. Rogers.

as for the horse it is three.

three hundred?

three hundred.

maybe I can pay two hundred.

maybe you can pay more than that

because you will sell it for more than that, because it's mine.

three.

two fifty.

three, and I will include the saddle for cash.

What about the money you owe me?

You can forget that.

I am not rich.

Are we going to stand here and haggle all day?

Mr. Books, you the most famous man I have ever seen

and the second best to barter.

Who's the best?

Here I stand.

Well, let's haggle.

Let's haggle. All right.

Let's haggle.

one, two, three, four.

That is two hundred. two hundred.

two hundred there.

twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, ninety, two hundred and ninety five.

No.

two hundred and ninety six?

No.

ninety seven?

ninety eight?

Sold.

You mean I did it?

Mr. Books, that makes me the best to haggle!

The best in the world, Moses.

Yes, sir.

Gillom!

Gillom!

Where is Gillom?

In the woodshed.

That is appropriate.

Why?

You stay out of this.

Gillom!

I am in here.

You will explain to me.

Sir?

You were trying to cheat me,

and Moses was trying to cheat you.

I am sorry.

I am glad of that, but it does not...

it does not tell me very much.

She, uh...

She cried on my shoulder this morning

because of you.

I had to comfort her.

And then the lodgers moved out.

Your room is a mess...

and now Mum is worried about losing the house.

Well, I just thought that...

that maybe you might want to do something

to try and make it up to her.

I thought you might be interested

in selling your horse since you are...

Since I am what?

You are dying.

How do you know that?

Mum told me.

Guess I am the last one in town to know about it.

Don't you think you should have talked to me

before you tried to sell my horse?

Yes, sir.

I suppose.

But I just wanted to find out

if Moses would buy it, that's all.

I am not a horse thief.

A man's emotions can...

trap him sometimes.

I have been stressed lately, Gillom.

I Guess I just jumped too far too fast.

But, son, I never thought you were a horse thief.

And I hope I can stay around long enough

to make it up to you.

Sir...

do you think...

Will you give me a shooting lesson?

A shooting lesson?

Well, a man should know how to shoot a gun,

use it with caution.

But

will you tell your mother?

Well... do I have to?

Come on, I will get us something to shoot with.

It is beautiful.

See that tree on the left

with the divided trunk?

You take the right side.

Aim carefully and put five bullets in it.

Why not six?

You keep your hammer on an empty chamber for safety.

And if you are going out to have a gunfight with somebody?

Load six bullets if you think you should.

Now, take your time.

That is good shooting, Gillom.

Hey, Mr. Books,

my pattern is not much bigger than yours.

You did well.

Where did you learn to shoot like that?

Jay Cobb lets me practice with him by the lake...

when he is not in jail.

two days ago, he smashed some salesman's jaw.

Nice employer you have.

Well, it is just temporary...

until I find what is right for me.

Yeah.

I would like to see

him and Jack Pulford fight.

Did you hear about what Mr. Pulford did?

I did.

Mr. Books.

Yeah?

How did you kill so many men?

I lived most of my life in the wild country,

and you set a code of laws to live by.

What laws?

I will not be treated badly, I will not be insulted,

I will not be hit.

I don't do these things to other people,

and I require the same from them.

But how could you get into so many fights

and always win?

I nearly equaled your shooting.

nobody up there is shooting back at you.

It is not always being fast

or even accurate that counts.

It is having the willpower.

I found out early that most men,

regardless of cause or need,

are not willing.

They blink an eye or draw a breath

before they pull the trigger.

I will not.

Bat Masterson told Mr. Cobb...

Bat Masterson?

Yeah.

He says that a man has to have,

courage, deliberation, and be proficient with firearms.

Did he mention the third eye you better have?

third eye?

For that dumb ass amateur.

It is usually some six fingered bastard

that could not hit a cow on the tit

with a tin cup

that will kill you.

But then, Bat Masterson

always was full of stories.

I hope you are smart enough to know

that alcohol and guns should not be together

Oh, sure. Yes, sir.

Well, now that we understand each other

as my Mexican friend said,

"To the pure life."

Johnny?

Yes?

May I come in?

Do... Do you remember me?

Sera?

Oh.

Sera, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you.

I came the minute I heard.

Have I changed so much?

No, it has... just been a long time.

It isn't true, is it?

God, how I loved you.

And I loved you.

Is it true?

Oh, no.

oh, don't cry, Sera.

We all have our time.

I am embarrassed. I am not wearing make up.

you appeal to my old eyes.

Are you still with Mr. Pardee?

No. He treated me the way I treated you.

He just got up and ran away.

We should have married.

that was in the past.

You never married, huh?

No.

Now you are alone. I am so glad I am here.

So am I.

Would you still like to marry?

We could get a minister and just say I do.

That way, I would have the marriage certificate.

I would have something .

Not much.

I would have your name.

How far would that take you?

a long way, maybe.

How?

Johnny, you are too modest, you know?

Everybody knows who you are.

I would be Mrs. J.B. Books.

I would be somebody important.

That would not buy you any food.

Well, it might.

you see? that is how I found out that you had...

that../ that you are so unwell.

This newspaper reporter tracked me down.

He wants write a book about you.

He will write it and use my name.

The gun fighter...

The Life and Bloody Times of J.B. Books

by Sera Books, his wife.

He said in the East

everyone would want to buy it

and we will share the profit.

And his name is Mr. Dobkins.

Right. How did you know?

I kicked him out of here for the same reason.

Johnny, what harm is there

a marriage certificate, a piece of paper?

I don't object to marriage. I object to the book.

Why?

What does he know about my life?

What do you know?

He says what he does not know, he will make up,

and, you know, gory things,

gun fights and midnight rides

and women tearing out their hair.

It will be great, I promise you.

Woman, I still have some pride.

A man should be allowed his dignity.

I spent three dollars on the train here.

One way.

You and Mr. Dobkins are both the same.

I will pay you back.

I will pay you both ways.

What is wrong about a book?

I don't want to be remembered for a story of lies.

Because you're too damn stubborn, that's why.

You always were.

Why should you care what is happening? You are dying.

I have to go on living,

and you do not give a damn what happens!

Why should you? You will not be here!

God. I loved you once.

You bastard.

I hope you rot to death!

he had blighted feelings

That made him exclaim

Oh, willow my willow

my willow

And if you remain callous

And stubborn, I

Shall perish as he did

And you will know why

Though I probably will not exclaim

As I die

Oh, willow

my willow

my willow say I

You seem in fine condition today.

I should be. I am full of laudanum.

I will get your breakfast.

Good. Thank you.

I didn not mean to break up the recital.

Oh, that's all right.

It was just something

for the Sunday School class

for the church social.

Bond, I have chased away all your other lodgers.

Is it all right if I have breakfast out here?

Of course it is.