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Mate, come on.

Trail 'em,Jed, but stay well back. We need a few good riflemen with fresh horses. Find me someone that can read tracks. We'll meet at the livery stable. One word and you're dead. Where did they go,Jed? Through that pass. Do we circle? No, follow me! When I say jump, you jump. No questions, no back talk. What are you, part Indian or something? No, an Indian would have been smart enough. To let me ride right into them. Tracks gotta be here somewhere. Take the men and circle the ridge. We'll head for the county line. Let's go, boys. You did good. Kept your mouth shut. I'm letting you go. You can talk now. You can't talk? Turn around. Face that tree. Turn back, you're a dead man. Don't even think about it.

''I'll join your gang.''. What are you gonna do anyway, walk into a bank and write 'em a note? Dumbest thing I ever heard of. Take your boots off. Quick. I don't want you running back over there.

To tell the posse where we are. Just be glad. That you're walking back to town. Instead of lying across the saddle. Hold up, boys.

It don't make no sense.

He's turned the horse loose and kept the boy. Maybe he's just running that poor dummy boy barefoot out of pure meanness.

Stay alert, men. And shoot on sight. Shit, how did you get--. I'm snakebit. I can't be snakebit. That's a Navajo snake charm. Cost me $50. Suck the poison. You're gonna have to suck the poison out.

I can't reach it.

What? Put the gun down?

Instead of lying across the saddle.

That's it? Is it just a splinter? See? Snake charm works. I ain't scared of snakes, okay?

Find me someone that can read tracks. We'll meet at the livery stable.

I just don't like 'em.