Ben's picking up his fallen hat, brushing dirt from the brim, when he sees Dan's arm extend in his periphery.


bang


He takes a step closer and laughs, long and loud, while Butterfield screams.

"Goddamn, Dan. Think I like you more'n I ever liked Charlie."

Looking down at Butterfield, he sobers.

"Like I said, I was bein' nice before you tried to kill me."

His eyes narrow.

"You listen, Mr. Butterfield. If you don't do what this man says — if you don't ride into town and pay his family that money and give 'em them water rights — we'll pay you another visit real soon."







"And I won't be nearly as nice as Dan here just was."