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I don't smoke.
:29:10
:29:15
:29:38
Hey, Wilson,
got any extra tobacco?
:29:42
Well, of course you wouldn't have
any extra tobacco. How 'bout you?
:29:49
Shit. You ain't even
old enough to smoke.
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- Ahh!
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Mr. John Dickinson.
:30:27
Last night,
my youngest son, Charlie...
:30:30
God bless his soul...
:30:32
was gunned down in cold blood
right here in our own hotel.
:30:37
The gutless murderer,
one Mr. Bill Blake,
also shot to death Miss Thel Russel,
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the fiancée
of my beloved son.
:30:45
Not only that, but he stole
a very spirited and valuable horse,
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a beautiful young pinto that belonged
to my personal family stable.
:30:56
Hell, only, a pinto ain't
rightly a horse to fret much
about, if the truth be told.