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And just a brainless no-account. Without the Younger brothers, he's nothing.'''. He's nothin'? Without the Younger brothers, I'm nothin'? Brainless no-account? That's what it said. We'll see who's brainless. What's all that shooting down there? What's going on? You got that, boy? That's four bags of salt.

Two bags of flour.

That's on top.

Of my regular order. His handwriting is so messed up, Mr. Curran. Maybe I can make it out. It says, ''Thank you, sir. Is that everything?''.

That's what I thought it said, but it's bad written, real bad. Get him to load the rest on the wagon out there. And you better do the tallying up yourself. Being he can't write proper. We don't want him doing no figuring, do we? Put the rest of those goods on Mr. Curran's wagon. And no more sass, you hear? Pay him no heed, Mr. Doyle. It's a fine Christian thing you've done.

Taking on this poor, unfortunate boy. It's been a real struggle, Mrs. Franks. The boy was poorly raised. His folks filled his head with all kind of fool thoughts. That he was just as good as a normal man. Of course when they died of the cholera. I knew it was my Christian duty to take him in--. Try to get his mind right. Bless you. Good day, Mr. Doyle. Good day to you. It's real hot out there today. Oh, it sure is. Judge Curran is one of my best customers. I ain't gonna have you sassin' him.

He was a Comanche.

That's it! No more notes and no more writing. You understand?

Half the folks around here can't read or write. And it irks them that somebody like you can.

I'm gonna charm these folks out of a $ 10 horse.

It's unnatural. I took you on when nobody else would. I deserve some gratitude. Finish loading and tally up the cash drawer.

And take it to the bank. Now hold steady, gentlemen. We can do this the easy way-no one has to die--. Or we can do it the hard way, but the choice is yours. Fill it up. Shut the door. Against the wall. Hands in the air. Keep clear of that window. Fill it up. Against the wall. Keep away from the window. What the hell's this? Storekeepers. We're closing up. What? Stores-they close at 4:00. They do their bankin' from 4:00 to 5:00. Maybe you ought to come back after 5:00. Yeah. Open the safe. I said open the safe. I can't. I'm just a teller. Only the manager knows the combination. Where's the manager? Over there. Away from the window. Hey, they're robbing the bank! Quick, call the sheriff! Hands down! Give me that. Better hope you got a lot of friends out there.

Hold still, boys. He's got a hostage. It's only the dummy. Hold still, everyone.