"I ain't like that no more. I ain't the same, Ned. Claudia, she straightened me up, cleared me of drinkin' whiskey and all. Just 'cause we're goin' on this killing, that don't mean I'm gonna go back to bein' the way I was. I just need the money, get a new start for them youngsters. Ned, you remember that drover I shot through the mouth and his teeth came out the back of his head? I think about him now and again. He didn't do anything to deserve to get shot, at least nothin' I could remember when I sobered up."
"You were crazy, Will."
"Yeah, no one liked me. Mountain boys all thought I was gonna shoot 'em out of pure meanness."
"Well, like I said, you ain't like that no more."
"That's right. I'm just a fella now. I ain't no different than anyone else no more."
"Hell, Will. We ain't bad men no more. Shit, we're farmers."
"Should be easy killing them, supposing they don't go on down to Texas first."
"How long has it been since you fired a gun at a man, Will? Nine, ten years?"
"Easy, huh? Hell, I don't know that it was all that easy even back then. And we was young and full of beans. I mean, if you was mad at 'em, Will, I mean. If they'd done you some wrong, I could see shooting 'em."
"We done stuff for money before, Ned."
"Yeah, we thought we did. All right, so what did these fellas do? Cheat at cards? Steal some strays? Spit on a rich fella? What?"
"No, they cut up a woman."
"Yeah, they cut up her face, cut her eyes out, cut her fingers off, cut her tits, everything but her cunty, I suppose."
"I'll be dogg - Golly, I guess they got it comin'. 'Course, you know, Will, if Claudia was alive you wouldn't be doin' this."
"Like I was saying, you don't look no meaner-than-hell, cold-blooded, damn killer."
"Maybe I ain't."
"Yeah, well, Uncle Pete says you was the meanest goddamn son-of-a-bitch alive, and if I ever wanted a partner for a killin', you were the worst one. Meaning the best, on account as your's as cold as the snow and you don't have no weak nerve nor ear."
"Pete said that, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah he did. I'm a damn killer myself. 'Cept, uh, I ain't killed as many as you because of my youth."
"Who, uh, who'd you kill first?"
"When confronted by superior numbers, an experienced gunfighter will always fire on the best shot first."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, Little Bill told me that. And you probably killed him first, didn't you?"
"I was lucky in the order, but I've always been lucky when it comes to killin' folks."
"Who's the fellow owns this shithole? ...You, fat man. Speak up."
"Uh, I... I own this establishment. I bought the place from Greeley for a thousand dollars."
"You better clear outta there."
"Just hold it right there. Hold it...!"
"Well, sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch! You just shot an unarmed man!"
"Well, he should have armed himself if he's going to decorate his saloon with my friend."