the young'un, jimmy clements, he's a bad boy. yeah, i guess you're right. especially at poker. ranch and half the town. but the kid's always got a chip on his shoulder. he's a.. - hear you had a little trouble. - no harm done. no, not yet. if you're just driftin' through town maybe you'd better drift on while things are still quiet. - i'm not lookin' for trouble. - you've already found it. t? maybe because there's three of them and only one of you. maybe because they live here. - is your horse in the stable? - uh-huh. i'll walk over there with you. my friend here tells me the kid's dad owns half the town. does he own the sheriff too? do you have to be carried outta here? look, mister, i'm meetin' a man at this bar tonight. i did a trail job for him, and he owes me money. when i get it, i'll be on my way. but you could become a permanent resident of our town. the kind that never causes me any trouble. [piano music] [coin clinks] [door knob clicks] alright, wes, come on in. - why the hat? - ah! you know me. never take any unnecessary chances. - i won't get violent. - good. how ab