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Now tell me this: she was talking about robotic cows before, and I don't fancy that. I know they're fake and all, but a real cow's much dumber than a robot cow.

It’s two on one, with both of us being better shots anyway. You want the cows dumber when we’ve already got the advantage?

There's not gonna be two cows, and dumb's not the same as easy. What's with you two and robot animals, huh?

Hey, I told her they weren’t useful. What the hell’s the point of a robot cow?

[Can’t even eat them.]

My point exactly. But I'm guessin' the lady kept insisting?

I wasn’t about to argue. I just want to play paintball, so let’s kick her ass and then fuss over what cows she plans to farm.

[He nods: tight plan.]

She's not gonna be able to keep it subtle. But I know you got it on that account, don't you?

Oh, I got that.

We’re doing this at night, yeah?

Absolutely. Make it fair, I'll ask for a half-moon and a couple clouds. No advantage for either of us. She'll want some trees at the edge of her property, we can start there. What's winning and what's losing?

A fair cow rustler, now I’ve seen it all.

I’m guessing we win if we get or break the cows. If getting shot is a loss we just know we’ve gotten sloppy.

I like Misty, but I don't much fancy her wrath.

Alright. We lead the cows into the forest at night, we win. Let's do it.

After the Pagan thing, I don’t either.

It’s a plan. Oh, and these guns are built like rifles, by the way. We can keep some distance.

Good. Good to know the future holds some good, beside all the things tracking your every move.

[She chuckles.]

Oh, I didn't tell you that every gun made after 1898 has to be registered with the federal government? Nothing a drill or a metal file can't solve, though.

I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. [Noooo big government!]

[Teasing:]

You're real fussy about how easy you can have it as an outlaw, you know that?

Now what's that supposed to mean, huh?

It’s much more of a challenge to escape the law when they’ve got more at their disposal.

I would kindly remind you what I came here for. I don't need more of a goddamn challenge to keep me and my people safe. Hard enough as it is.

Easy. It was a joke, old guy, not saying you couldn’t handle it.

[Not a very nice one, though, she can admit that, at least to herself.]

Yeah, well, maybe you ain't too funny. [He can grouch a little; she can take it.]

Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard that. Come on. I’ll help you with those Pinkertons, you know. Bring an AK-47, they won’t know what’s coming.

I don't know what that is, but I hope it causes a big fucking explosion.

Six hundred rounds a minute, barely heavier than a pistol.

[That deserves a low, impressed whistle.]

Now that I'd take home with me.

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