:25:00
. . .but sometimes now
wakes up dreaming about it.
:25:05
Had he done
what they picked him up for?
:25:08
I don't know.
Nobody never did know for sure.
:25:16
Well, a couple shots more whiskey
can't do my soul any harm.
:25:26
Darby sure sells rotten liquor.
:25:31
Warms you up, though.
:25:33
Feels like fire creeping
in the short grass.
:25:38
I guess I'll just let her
spread a little while.
:25:41
FARNLEY: Put out that light, you fool.
You want to give us away?
:25:45
-Who to?
-Chuck that butt, or I'll plug you.
:25:49
Start something, for every hole
you make, I'll make two.
:26:00
Looks like you're gonna have
a lot of shooting to do, Mr. Farnley.
:26:09
Listen! Something's coming.
:26:32
MAPES:
Fool, stop! Stop him!
:26:42
-What's the matter, Art?
ART: I'm shot.
:26:43
-Where?
-Left shoulder.
:26:56
You fool. Nobody but a drunken idiot
would drive down a grade in the dark.