:35:03
Well, raise my rent!
You are the Kid!
:35:08
Was. Yeah, I was the Kid.
:35:13
What happened?
:35:16
Well, it got so that every
piss-ant prairie punk...
:35:18
...who thought he could
shoot a gun...
:35:20
...would ride into town
to try out the Waco Kid.
:35:26
I must have killed more men
than Cecil B. DeMille.
:35:30
It got pretty gritty.
:35:32
I started to hear the
word "draw" in my sleep.
:35:38
Then one day...
:35:40
...I was just walking down the street
and I heard a voice behind me say...
:35:46
..."Reach for it, mister!"
I spun around.
:35:52
And there I was face to face...
:35:57
...with a 6-year-old kid!
:36:04
Well, I just threw my guns
down and walked away.
:36:10
The little bastard shot me in the ass!
:36:15
So I limped to the nearest saloon,
crawled inside a whiskey bottle...
:36:22
...and I've been there ever since.
:36:28
Have a drink.
:36:36
Anyway, that's all ancient history.
Now you tell me your story.
:36:41
What's a dazzling urbanite like you
doing in a rustic setting like this?
:36:46
If you really must pry.
:36:48
I must, I must!
:36:55
Well, back in '56...
:36:58
...my folks and I were part
of this long wagon train...