1:13:00
Your father told you to shut up.
That was good advice.
1:13:04
You ain't gonna make it, Morgan.
Your son Petey's gonna be an orphan.
1:13:13
How'd I know she was your wife?
It ain't my fault you married a squaw!
1:13:28
It don't take no guts to kill a man
when he's cuffed.
1:13:32
It takes guts not to.
1:13:34
Be too easy on you.
You'd die too quick.
1:13:38
I know an old man who'd like to kill you,
Belden. The Indian way. Slow.
1:13:45
And that's how I'm going to do it.
Slow. But the white man's way.
1:13:51
First you'll stand trial.
1:13:53
That takes a fair amount of time,
and you'll do a lot of sweating.
1:13:57
Then they'll sentence you.
1:14:00
I've never seen a man who wasn't sick
when he heard the sentence you'll draw.
1:14:06
After that, you'll sit in a cell and wait.
1:14:09
Maybe for months, thinking how
that rope'll feel around your neck.
1:14:13
Then they'll come around
some cold morning, just before sun-up.
1:14:19
They'll tie your arms behind you. You'll
start blubbering, kicking, yelling for help.
1:14:25
But it won't do you any good.
1:14:29
They'll drag you out to that platform,
fix that rope around your neck
1:14:33
and leave you out there all alone
with a big black hood over your eyes.
1:14:39
You know the last sound you hear?
1:14:42
A thump when they kick the catch
and down you go.
1:14:45
You'll hit the end of that rope like a sack
of potatoes, all dead weight.
1:14:50
It'll be white hot around your neck.
Your Adam's apple'll turn to mush.
1:14:54
You'll fight for breath,
but you haven't got any.
1:14:58
Your brain'll begin to boil. You'll scream
and holler, but nobody'll hear you.