:33:18
He was fixing to cut you down.
:33:22
You know him?
:33:24
-No.
-He sure knew you...
:33:30
Sheriff.
:33:44
Mrs. Greer...
:33:45
l suppose she want to read
over this gent.
:33:47
All she said was to see
he's covered in a proper grave.
:33:50
lt's a waste of time, anyhow.
:33:51
lf a man ain't ready
when he gets this far...
:33:53
a couple of holies said over his grave
ain't gonna help him none.
:33:56
Anyhow, he ain't dug too deep.
:33:58
-Clete.
-Yep?
:34:01
-How old do you figure she is?
-Who?
:34:03
Annie Greer.
:34:05
Now, how would l know?
:34:07
Twenty-five, twenty-six, would you say?
:34:09
Want me to bury your boots, too?
:34:13
She's a real looker, ain't she?
:34:15
She ain't ugly.
:34:16
A man could grow mighty fond
of a woman like that.
:34:20
Looks like one already has.
:34:22
Now, what would ever make you say
a thing like that, Clete?