:10:00
-I ain't hunting you.
-Then how come you following us?
:10:03
I ain't. I'm going to Langtry.
I don't even know who you are.
:10:07
-Where'd you get that horse?
-It's mine.
:10:09
-How old are you?
-Sixteen.
:10:11
-Lying sack of shit!
-You don't know.
:10:13
I know you ain't no goddamn sixteen.
:10:16
-What'd you do, run off?
-What if I did?
:10:19
We could sell his horse in Mexico.
:10:21
-You want to?
-I ain't digging no grave this time.
:10:24
Your idea. I was the one that said
just leave him for the buzzards.
:10:35
Call it.
:10:37
Heads.
:10:39
Damn.
:10:41
Let me have your rifle.
:10:46
It ain't fair. You shot the last three.
:10:49
You go on, then. You can owe me.
:10:52
Hold his horse. It might not be gun-broke.
:10:57
Y'all ain't never shot nobody.
:10:59
You could be a good somebody to start with.
:11:03
Y'all just funning. I knowed it all along.
:11:06
Who's hunting you?
:11:08
Nobody.
:11:09
They're hunting that horse, though, ain't they?
:11:13
You ain't riding with us. Get us in the jailhouse.
:11:16
He belongs to me.
:11:17
Son, I don't give a shit who he belongs to.
:11:21
But he damn sure don't belong to you.
:11:24
Now, let's go, bud.
:11:32
I thought he'd put up more of a argument.
:11:36
We ain't seen the last of his skinny ass.