Gunther again tries to be the voice of reason.
Jack’s comment about “the Injuns” and Slade punching him in response – I felt that was just showing that Slade really did feel loyalty toward Standing Eagle and the whole mess at the beginning really was a misunderstanding, he wasn’t trying to hoodwink them.
Blythe intervenes with more glamouring. Is it a plot hole that he doesn’t let Jack try to kill Slade?
Eh – my argument would be again, there are many drinkers of Doc’s medicine around and Blythe doesn’t want anyone dying and becoming zombified until his zombie transport train arrives.
“Rain!”
Halfway down the main drag, Gunther caught up with his now ex-boss. Slade was on fire and making a beeline for the Bonnie Lass, outside of which Blythe and his new gaggle of employees were congregating.
“God damn it son, will you hold up?”
Slade kept walking.
“You think you could have run that stunt you pulled back there by me first?” Gunther asked.
No response.
“I’ve had this job before you were even born and now I gotta up and leave it because of some slick sleazy lawyer?”
“No one asked you to,” Slade replied.
“Shit boy,” Gunther said. “Forty years I’ve never not once had a Marshal’s back and I’m not about to start now. Do you at least got some sort of plan?”
As Slade drew near, Jack rubbed his eyes and cried some crocodile tears. “Boo hoo hoo those poor Injuns!!!”
WAM! Slade’s right cross…
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