:15:02
Other day.
:15:05
Your name ain't Blivit, is it?
:15:09
It's Blevins.
:15:10
You know what a Blivit is?
:15:12
No. What?
:15:14
Ten pounds of shit in a five-pound sack.
:15:20
Y'all ain't said y'all's names was.
:15:23
I'm John Grady Cole. This here's Lacey Rawlins.
:15:27
We're from San Angelo. Where you from?
:15:30
Uvalde County. Near the Sabinal River.
:15:34
What made you light out for Mexico?
:15:37
Same reason as you.
:15:39
What reason is that?
:15:42
They'd go bowlegged
and blind finding your ass down here.
:15:45
Ain't nobody hunting me.
:15:49
I told that son of a bitch
he wasn't whupping me again.
:15:52
-Your daddy?
-No.
:15:55
My daddy never came back from the war.
:15:57
Your stepdaddy.
:16:01
I know what it's like to get a beating.
:16:07
You didn't shoot him?
:16:09
I would've. And he knowed it too.
:16:14
Suppose we trade that horse off
for one less likely get us shot.
:16:18
-I ain't trading horses.
-We ain't no wet nurses.
:16:20
-I can take care of myself.
-Sure.
:16:23
Hell, you're a regular old desperado, ain't you?
:16:27
I reckon you got your own gun and all.
:16:29
Yeah, I got a gun.
:16:31
What kind of a gun?
:16:34
-32-20 Colt.
-Bullshit.
:16:37
That's a rifle cartridge.
:16:39
Let's see it.
:16:54
Where'd you get a gun like this?
:16:56
At the getting place.