Grimes:
Mister, you've got alot of hard bark on you walkin' down here like this. Now, I owe you. You put two holes in me.
John Russell:
Usually enough for most of 'em.
Grimes:
Don't try it again, that Vaquero is more than a fair hand.
Grimes:
You got the money?
John Russell:
Guess I brought my dirty laundry down by mistake.
Grimes:
Let me see it.
John Russell:
Look for yourself.
Grimes:
[
opens bag, pulls out a handful of clothes] Well now, what'ya suppose hell's gonna look like?
John Russell:
We all die, just a question of when.
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