christ, it's hot.
shut up, fatty.
little bill with him?
shit.
where's little bill for christ sake?
building his porch!
he's coming ain't he?
what'd he say?
he didn't say nothin', huh?
maybe he ain't so tough.
we never seen him up against any.  like these ones.  killers.
just wondered. anybody could be scared.
no shit, little bill, all he's got is this here book.
three seedy lookin' fellas come inta town, bill. they're down to greely's an' at least two of 'em got guns.
little bill, little bill.
the killed one of them cowboys.
witherspoon says he ain't gonna sell us no more thirty- thirty shells without we pay.
strawberry alice an' silky?