I doan know whut you’re talkin’ about. Come bustin’ into my house this a-way. Whut right’ve you got?

Sheriff

Sheriff

Dry up.

Butch

Butch

You got a warrant?

Sheriff

Sheriff

Warrant, hell!

Butch

Butch

You got no right here. I oughta shoot you down.

Sheriff (laughs shortly)

Sheriff

Shoot! Whut’ll you shoot with? Strikes me as funny you got no shootin’ iron on you an’ you jist murderin’ a man in cold blood—

[Pg 43]

[Pg 43]

Butch

Butch

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