:29:04
Remember that drover
I shot in the mouth. . .
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. . .and his teeth came
out the back of his head?
:29:12
I think about him now and again.
:29:17
He didn't do anything
to deserve to get shot.
:29:20
At least nothing I remembered
when I sobered up.
:29:28
You was one crazy son of a bitch.
:29:34
No one liked me
and the boys all thought. . .
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. . .I'd shoot them
out of pure meanness.
:29:42
You ain't like that no more.
:29:44
Eagle, he hated my guts.
:29:48
Bonaparte didn't think too much of me.
:29:51
Quincy neither, I reckon.
:29:55
Quincy used to just watch all the time. . .
:29:59
. . .scared.
:30:02
Like I said. . .
:30:05
. . .you ain't like that no more.
:30:07
That's right.
:30:10
I'm just a fellow now.
:30:12
I ain't no different than anyone else. . .
:30:16
. . .no more.
:30:32
What son of a bitch shot him?
Was it one of them John Bulls?
:30:37
No, sir. The would-be assassin
is a gentleman of French ancestry.
:30:41
Or so it seems.
I don't wish to give offense. . .
:30:45
. . .but the French are known
to be a race of assassins. . .
:30:49
. . .who can't shoot worth a damn.
:30:51
Any Frenchmen present
are excluded, of course.
:30:55
Says here a fellow by the name
of Guiteau. G-U-l-T--