Andrew Rines (4:03)
Okay, Chester. Okay. Now, just simmer down. We don't need to get so hard, Nose. Well, you are to be ashamed. Big fellers like you push an old man around. We didn't mean no harm. We was just trying to get him to stop ragging at us to quit his talking. It don't make no difference to me what you was trying to do. Go on, get so you can't walk down the street without he stops you and talks your ear off. I said get. You hurt, Carla? No, no, I ain't hurt. It'd take more than them young buzzards to hurt me. What was they pushing you around for? Oh, just trying to tell them something, that's all. Young folks ain't got the gumption to listen when to do them the most good. Well, they got shot down easy. Shot? Who's gonna shoot them? Or anybody that draw on the way they is handling them guns? I didn't hear no shooting. Of course she didn't. There wasn't none. They was talking about a fast draw. They've been shot down shore, Charlie. Was you trying to tell them how to do it? Young ones, they just don't listen. You try to tell them, but they just don't listen. Well, now, you just sat there quiet like they won't bother you no more. Rio Joe to have got both of them before they even slapped the lizard the way they doing it. Yeah, well, sure, Rio Joe would have outdrew anybody, but that goes back the way he's doing it. Young, smart Alexey won't listen at all. Hey, they kind of winged you and I, didn't they? Yeah. Yes, maybe they did. There was a few elbows flying around. Well, you better put some beefsteak on it. Man needs his eyesight these days. Seeing's a good part of shooting. Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. Well, all right, then. You. You just sit there, Charlie, now, and you let me know if you get bothered some more. Ain't nobody willing to listen no more. More, no matter how much you got to tell them. Yeah. Well, I. I'll see you sometime. Now, you. You take care of yourself, Charlie. Ain't nobody willing to listen. Ah, there you are. Thank you, Kitty. Oh, thank you. Can't you sit down with us? Maybe for a few minutes? All right. Good. I gotta check over the whiskey supply with Sam pretty soon. Well, now, I wouldn't want to interfere with that. It'd be a terrible tragedy for Dodge if a saloon ran dry. Yeah, most of these men would rather see the river go dry. Well, you're both sounding pretty high and mighty for a couple of fellows who aren't exactly tea Toler. Oh, just philosophizing, Kitty. Nothing personal. How come Matt buying you two bears, Doc? Because I won two games of checkers. That's right. He's slowing up, kiddie. Oh, he's slowing up. Yeah, I've noticed. Oh, doc. Yeah? Mind if I see you for a minute? Well, sure not, Chester. Sit up. Well, no, thank you. I think we might go on over to your office, Chester. Look at me, Chester. Almost kidding. What? You got a black eye. Let me say that, Chester. You sure have. And it's a beaut. That's right, I guess. Doc, you. You got something put on it. Man ought to protect his eyesight, folks. A little late for that, Chester. You should have ducked. Yeah. Where'd you pick that up? Just. Well, I was just trying to help, that's all. You just don't pay a body to try and do a good deed anymore. What were you trying to help? That old Charlie. What's his name? Sits out in front of the Dodge House talking to anybody who listens. Charlie, don't tell me he gave you that eye. No, Doc. No, of course not. Company. Young Smart Alex was picking on him, and I mixed in it and come out with this. It doesn't look like you accomplished much. Now, stop teasing him, you two. That was a nice thing you did, Chester. Thank you. I run off all right, but the old coup. Bound to get into more trouble. Oh, how's that? Why, he keeps telling folk what there are to do. And you know, Ms. Dillmay, too many people who wants to listen to an old man like him tell them how to draw a gun? Draw a gun? He's always talking about the gunfighters of olden days. And folks get tired of listening to that. Well, you better not listen either, Chester. You only got one more eye. Now, don't pay any attention to him, Chester. I'll fix that eye up for you. Yeah, a little Raw meat, Chitty, that. That's about the best thing. Yeah, and a few less jokes. I never did know what was so funny about a black eye. Come on, Chester. Now, you see, boy, you gotta be careful about how you work the barrel. You gotta have a good true barrel on your gun. You sure can whittle nice, mister. Oh, well, boy, it don't take much to do some whittling. All you gotta do is have a sharp knife and remembrance in your hand for what you're making. Well, you got a remembrance for that gun, mister? Oh, my. Like I have for the blaze of the Texas sun on my back. Man, don't forget them things. It don't look like my pa's gun. That. That part there is different. This here. Yeah. Yeah. Well, they got new fangled ideas. You don't need no notch in the cylinder to make a good gun. Well, Pa shoots better, I reckon. And ain't nobody need nothing better than his gun. Why, Real Joe could hit anything he could see. You know Real Joe? Yes, I knew him. You seen him during his shooter? Stood right with him by jingle. Mister, you recollect things you could tell me? Sure, boy, I recollect real good. I recollect the time down in border country when he faced down three men using a gun like this. Was they drawing on him? Yes, they drawed, but that was the last thing they ever did. It just don't seem likely. No man could do that. Rio could do it. He was good with a gun. Real good. Go on, mister, tell me how he done it. Well, the way it was. Rio was coming along a trail by some cottonwoods. You still spinning them yarns? Oh, my. He's telling me about Rio, too. Rio Joe. He's telling you about Rio Joe. He seen him. He stood with him. Ain't that so, mister? Of course. That show. Don't listen to him. Boy is here. Old fool. He'd like to hear himself talk. He never seen a gunfighter like Rio Joe his whole life run so hard. It wouldn't have been stopped yet. He just talked so much. The whole town's tired of it. Boy, you don't want to get took in by no blowhard. Now, you looky here. Oh, Rio Joe. Mister, I was telling you straight. Boy, you believe me, don't you? What? Can you prove it? I don't know, boy. I. I don't know.