Governor:
The old west is finished. We must learn to live with people of all races and persuasions and unite to make a new west. Yes, use that in my next speech.
Sheriff Burnett:
Yeah, a politician would promise amnesty to the murderer of his own father to win an election.
Tigrero, a.k.a. Loco:
Now say "good-bye" to your husband. Always respect the dead. Now pack your husband in the snow. That'll keep him fresh till I collect his bounty. So don't you bury him, you hear? What times we live in. Blacks worth as much as a white man.
Sheriff Burnett:
What do you want?
Walter, Leader of the Outlaws:
We just want that horse of yours.
Sheriff Burnett:
You want my horse, there's an awful lot of ya. What are you gonna do with just one horse, anyhow?
Walter, Leader of the Outlaws:
Eat it. We're gonna feed off that beast for at least a week.
Pauline:
Once, my husband told me of this man. He avenges our wrongs. And the bounty killers sure do tremble when he appears. They call him "Silence." Because wherever he goes, the silence of death follows.
Sheriff Burnett:
Hey, you. That's no way to transport the dead. Against regulations. I'm Gideon Burnett, the new sheriff of Snow Hill.
Tigrero, a.k.a. Loco:
I gathered, from your star. I thought you sold horse meat. But with that on, you look more like a sheriff who sells horse meat.
Sheriff Burnett:
Tell me something, old-timer. Are we within the jurisdiction of Snow Hill County?
Stage driver:
Yep. You can arrest or hang anyone you want.
Tigrero, a.k.a. Loco:
Hey, Pull up here!
Stage driver:
Whoa. What's the matter?
Tigrero, a.k.a. Loco:
I've got another piece of freight to collect.
[Trudges through snow to collect another bounty killing.]
Tigrero, a.k.a. Loco:
Give me a hand and I'll buy you another drink.
Sheriff Burnett:
[Whispers to Silence] How many has he got?
Sheriff Burnett:
You ain't by some chance one of them no- good bounty hunters, are ya? .... I asked you a question, so answer. I'm a sheriff....Well? Where you come from? How long you intend to stay? If you think you're bein' smart, just watch yourself. Now then, stranger, let's have it--
Pauline:
He can't answer, sheriff. He's a mute.
Sheriff Burnett:
[Turns to Silence] Well I'll be. At least you could have told me.
Regina:
A hard- working man like you should be served by a lady, like me.
Sheriff Burnett:
Yeah, I guess. Pretty good coffee. But it tastes a lot nicer if you'd come on over and pour it for me.
Tigrero, a.k.a. Loco:
That's a big request, sheriff. She waits on the whole west territory of the U.S. and Mexico.
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Sheriff Burnett
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Set a wagon outside of town and put as much food on it as you can spare. If they eat, they'll behave. And you women, all of you, stay inside. Understand? Now let's get moving. C'mon.
Pollicut:
Fill a wagon. So now, these bandits gotta be fought with bread and butter. When are we gonna see some law and common sense in this town?
Regina:
When somebody hangs you.
Sheriff Burnett:
Listen to me, friends. Be patient. There'll be an amnesty soon, and you can all go home, so best leave Loco to the law. I guarantee ya', there's food for all of ya' at Snow Hill so go there, and feed yourselves. But take my advice: In the future, go easy on the horse meat; it's not all as tender as mine.