VIII: Night of the Long Knife
From North American Confederacy
Listen t’me, kid, ‘n’ listen tight. Y’won’t do yerself no good goin’ t’pieces every time y’fill some train robber fulla holes. Wasn’t you made ’im try fer our payroll, he decided that fer ‘imself. You mighta shot ’im, but the way I see it, it was his finger on your trigger, all along. Look, we’re th’ best Wells-Mulligan’s got: anybody’d break intuh our boxcar’s just committin’ suicide. An’ everybody’s gotta right t’commit suicide, ain’t they, kid?
—Mike Morrison as “Singin’ Sandy”
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