The Brass Legend

[first lines]

Clay Gipson:
How's that, Wade? Hit him every time!

Sheriff Wade Addams:
Well, your marksmanship: not bad; but you speed, not so good. That's because you're wastin' a lot of time slappin' leather. You're wearin' your gunbelt a little too high. That's it, lower it a little. You gotta have your wrist just so it's about touchin' your gun handle. That's about right. Now watch... you watch his eyes, never his hands.

[Addams puts a hole right between the eyes of Tris Hatten's wanted poster]

Sheriff Wade Addams:
A wasted shot cost many a fellow his life. Now, speed's important, but you gotta hit what you're aimin' at, too, you know.

Clay Gipson:
Do you really think Tris Hatten's dead?

Sheriff Wade Addams:
He's supposed to be, according to the legend. Of course, that legend's as phony as a brass good piece. It's the worst kind of killer that would shoot a man in the back just as soon as look at him. I kinda hope he's dead.

Millie Street:
Be careful this time, Tris. There are pictures all over the place.

Tris Hatten:
I know. Five thousand dollars, dead or alive, for the slaying of Sheriff Bates and his deputies. A sheriff as slow on the draw as old Bates deserved to die; him and those deputies of his. I did the county a favorb gettin' rid of those yellow-bellies.

Millie Street:
I wish I were a man for just an hour. I wish I were a man!

[Millie throws her drink in Wade's face]

Sheriff Wade Addams:
I wish you were, too, Millie.

[Hatten learns that a 12-year-old boy was responsible for his arrest]

Tris Hatten:
You don't think I look like the type that would go around shootin' little kids, do you?

Sheriff Wade Addams:
You're the type that would shoot butterflies if you thought you could hit 'em.

Sheriff Wade Addams:
There's a few punchin' jobs open.

George Barlow:
We don't like nursemaidin' cows. Hard on the hands.

Earl Barlow:
Never did like rope burns.

Sheriff Wade Addams:
Well, on the hands they're not so bad, but on *other* parts of the body, they'd be kind of irritating.

Carl Barlow:
We're three to your one, Sheriff.

[Wade guns down two of the Barlow boys]

Sheriff Wade Addams:
Odds change fast, Barlow.

Sheriff Wade Addams:
Did he shoot Clay?

Millie Street:
That's right. Just like Hatten's going to shoot you. You're not going up against a guy like poor little Shorty.

Sheriff Wade Addams:
Millie, be out of town by the time I get back.

Millie Street:
You ain't comin' back!

Sheriff Wade Addams:
You hit bad?

Tris Hatten:
Ain't going to live to get hung. You call that bad?

[last lines]

Clay Gipson:
Wade, you got him!

Sheriff Wade Addams:
We'll talk about that later.

[Clay's pony whinnies]

Sheriff Wade Addams:
You'll be riding him again soon.