Bite the Bullet

How much?
Civil War? South?
These days, medals from losers
is worth nothing. No offence, mister.

$300's a bet.
$250? Call.
Two pair.
You drew to an inside straight?
-I think it's rather sporting.
-I hope your horse doesn't run as lucky.

My horse is the luckiest horse in the West,
but he never plays cards for money.

We've had more than sixty letters to the
editor asking why is a woman in the race.

-Written by men?
-Mostly women.

They figure
you must have a special reason.

Two thousand reasons.
How about you, Mr. Carbo?
Can your horse
stand up against thoroughbreds?

My bronc only has to be
half as good as them hotbloods...

...'cause I'm twice as good
as these oldbloods.

I've never been committed to defeat
quite so tactfully.

This race will be won by a horse.
Not a mouth.

Won by a bronco.
No thoroughbred has the speed,
wind or bottom of a mustang.

Not for 700 miles,
and that includes your Arabian.

$5,000. My horse against the field.
-Even money?
-How about you?

-I'll cover the rest.

There's plenty more, if you're game.