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[Shriek]

Ah ha ha ha!

[Heavy footsteps]

Howdy,illgrim. Wah-huh.

It'sdienoon,

and you know what that means, don't you?

It means it's time for agunfright

at the o.K.Ghoulral,

'cause thistombain't big enough for the both of us.

Which brings me to tonight's tale.

It's about a gunslinger who's about to ride

into his last roundup.

I call this prairie poison...

Showdown.

[Thunder]

Billy? You there, Billy?

I'm still here, harley.

You can't let them catch us, Billy.

We lost that posse three days ago.

They're probably still chasing dust devils

up in the territories.

They're close.

I see dust on the horizon.

It's just the wind, harley, friend.

It's just the wind, harley, friend.

Just the wind.

[Whinny]

Uhh!

Uhh...Uhh...

Oh, God. I hurt so bad.

[Gasping]

Billy?

[Cocks gun]

Here lies harley barrow.

Initials on the gun belt.

Dig him up, you don't believe me.

We've been at this for weeks.

The boys are tired. Talk about heading back.

This grave's still fresh.

It's not more than a few hours old.

If the rest of you want to quit,

you go ahead.

Me, I'm going after quintaine.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah! Come on!

Hyah! Hyah!

[Clanging]

Howdy.

Feed and board for the night--

two horses.

Hey, mister.

What happened to that other rider?

Mam.

Mam.

William.

William quintaine.

Billy quintaine.

Billy quintaine.

I'm calling you out, Billy.

You...You the one been tracking me?

Thomas McMurdo.

Tom.

Texas ranger. I heard about you.

Hey, Tommy,

they say you're the best there is.

I got to take you in, Billy.

Uh-huh.

Well, ranger man...

Tommy...

Make your move.

Whiskey.

[Playing piano]

Leave the bottle.

Ahh.

[Shuffling cards]

You look like a card-playing man.

Deal 'em straight.

You got fast hands.

So do you, friend. So do you.

What are you trying to pull?

Nothing, friend.

Trying to prove a point.

Which is?

The hand is quicker than the eye.

Ha ha ha!

Which brings me to me next point--

oh, forgive me.

Allow me to introduce meself.

Cornelius bosch, fresh out of duluth.

You ever been to duluth, friend?

No, I thought not.

I'm here to tell you about a miracle

of modern medicine--

Dr. silvers wonder tonic.

Guaranteed to quicken the reflexes,

sharpen the senses,

and improve the vision.

Even the fastest can use

that extra edge, Mr. quintaine.

[Click]

Did I forget to mention?

Today there's a discount...10%.

Go peddle your potion elsewhere, little man.

I'm as fast as they is.

Me final offer-- one time only.

I will give you a bottle

of Dr. silvers wonder tonic

absolutely free.

And if you do not see a difference...

I'll pay you the dollar.

I'll play along, little man,

but you'll lose more than a dollar.

I don't like being took for a fool.

Fair enough.

Ugh...

[Sets bottle down]

Looks like your magic juice

ain't nothing but snake oil.

Are you all right?

That's the spittin' image of doc holliday.

The lawman?

Lawman.

He was a lowlife bounty hunter

till I put a hole

through that thin star of his.

You mean he's deceased?

Are you sure?

'Course I am,

'cause I'm the one who deceased him.

They're close. I hear hoofbeats.

It's just the wind, harley, friend.

Just the wind.

William.

William quintaine.

I'm calling you out.

Billy.

What was in that tonic?

You slipped me some of them mushum peyote things didn't ya?

You scrawny little son of...

Billy.

Frank?

It's Jess, what's goin' on?

Frankie?

Frank littlebear?

It's been a long time, Billy.

But I kilt...

Look around, Billy.

Many a familiar face here.

It's just the wind, Billy.

Just the wind.

[Cornelius] All come to pay their respects--

all those you killed.

You're the guest of honor here today, Mr. quintaine.

Who are you?

You the devil himself?

You come to snatch my soul?

Just Cornelius bosch, fresh out of duluth,

caught in the cross fire

when you robbed that Wells Fargo office

in hardington, Missouri.

A stray bullet--

your stray bullet,

I'm afraid.

You're demons from the pit!

You've come to drag me off to hell!

No! No!

Heaven or hell, Billy--

whatever you care to call it.

It's a warm place. It's a quiet place.

We're all there, Billy--

all of us that lived and died by the gun.

You don't belong here. You belong with us.

No. You listen.

I killed each of you in a fair fight,

and you got no cause to complain to me!

And as far as you, old man,

iamsorry.

You don't belong here. None of us do.

Like I said, I got to take you in.

I shot you dead, Tom McMurdo!

But what happened after that?

I came in here.

You remember walking away?

Crossing the street?

Coming up those saloon steps?

Can you honestly say?

It's all a blank, isn't it?

You don't remember at all.

You're just like us,

only you ain't got sense enough to admit it!

Accept it, Mr. quintaine.

Accept it.

Accept it, Billy.

Accept it, Billy.

Go away!

You're dead, and I'm alive!

I'm alive!

Go away! Go away!

Go away! Go away!

O.K., folks, step right on in, now.

There's still lots to be seen.

It may interest you folks

to know this saloon has its very own ghost.

A ghost, big Bart?

Not just any ordinary ghost.

Turn that off.

I'm talking about the ghost

of Billy quintaine himself, fastest gun in the west.

But his luck ran out when Tom McMurdo caught him.

Tracker Tom, the Texas ranger.

And what a showdown it was, too, folks.

Both men drew, and both men fired.

Tracker Tom hit the dust,

struck by the outlaw's bullet,

but McMurdo didn't come to town alone that fateful day.

His posse was hid out all over town,

and that posse cut down Billy quintaine.

Out of every window, every rooftop, they come,

a-flingin' lead at him.

And some folks tell me that late at night,

if you listen real close,

you can hear the voice of that lost soul up there,

a-cryin' through the rafters of this saloon,

screaming like a banshee.

Well,

let's mosey on down the trail.

There's more to be seen.

Step right over this way.

Come around over here.

Walk around that water trough.

[Ghostly voice] Don't leave me here.

Don't leave me here.

Don't leave me here.

Hey, check this out.

Come on.

[Big bart] Take a good look at the livery

and the general store

and near the saloon.

That's where tracker Tom's posse was hiding,

a-waitin' to gun down Billy quintaine.

I'm here to tell you...

I was wrong.

Do you hear me?

I was wrong.

Doc?

Tommy?

Harley?

Wherever you are...

Wherever you've gone...

Don't leave me here!

Don't leave me here!

Take me, ranger man.

Take me in...Please.

Take me in.

[Sobbing]

William.

William quintaine.

I'm calling you out.

I got to take you in, Billy.

I got to take you in, Billy.

Well, then, ranger man...

Well, then, ranger man...

Tommy...

Make your move.

Be seeing you, Tommy.

Come on you sorry sons of bitches!

Aah!

Aah!

Arrgh!

Aah!

[Big bart] The bus is a-fixin' to leave.

"Tom McMurdo, Texas ranger."

"Billy quintaine, outlaw."

I was fast, wasn't I?

Damn fast, Billy.

Damn fast.

You ready?

Let's ride.

Talk about asickshooter.

Who'd have thought being a cowboy

couldstirrup so many bad feelings?

Hee hee hee hee!

Well, kiddies, I've got to go.

There's aghoulrush on, you know.

Hmm. I wonder...

Who was thatmashedman?

Ah ha ha ha ha ha!