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Give me another bottle.
Give me another bottle!
- Well, now the party´s over. - Let go of me!
Look what I found in the bushes!
Stacey, it was always you.
That´s why Morg Allen hated you.
He knew how much I loved you.
Yeah, I bet you just cried yourself to sleep every night...
thinking about me in that territorial prison.
But I did. I really did!
Yeah, well, I can see it all now.
You lying there in Morg Allen´s bed...
just a-cryin´ and a-humpin´.
Oh, no!
Give me that bottle.
- Cole, go and get the horses ready. - You got it, Stace.
You´re going to take me with you, aren´t you?
I can do better than you in a four-bit fancy house.
- You still here? - *** right l´m still here!
I wanna know who them sons of *** was that ambushed us.
That´s what we´re gonna fi nd out right now.
Who are you?
Don´t hit me!
Don´t hit me, please!