Cripple Creek
1952
Undertaker Hawkins: Very sad affair... but it's the best night's business we've had for some time. I can make a very attractive club rate for six. Marshal John Tetheroe: Well, Silver, you can lock up now. The corpus delicti have been identified and Hawkins here offers a very good club rate -- six coffins, no flowers, no mourners.
Undertaker Hawkins: Good afternoon, gentlemen. Am I wrong or are my services required? Bret Ivers: You get around fast, don't you? Undertaker Hawkins: In my profession, it pays to keep one's ear attuned to the bark of a six-gun.
Silver Kirby: There's one cartridge in this gun and five empty chambers. This slug with your name on it may be the first or the last... or somewhere in between. Denver Jones: Chief, that's one for the book. Silver Kirby: I thought you'd like that. I'm going to give you a gambling chance. If you give me an honest answer to my question, you walk out that door a free man. Strap Galland alias Gillis: You expect me to believe that? Silver Kirby: That's another gamble you'll have to take. At the moment, the odds are five to one that this is an empty chamber.
Silver Kirby: Now I wonder what Cabeau saw in those two to worry about? Denver Jones: Maybe it's the way they sling the artillery... Texas-style: low and handy.
Prologue: The town grew fast and loud. And as usual, men died faster... louder.