Lawmen: Bass Reeves
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Bass: No need to puff your chest in front of my family.
Sherrill: Just so we’re clear. I would have done One Charlie the same way, not think twice about it if it meant it was you and I walking away from there with air in our lungs.
Bass: And I’m not lookin’ to take anything back, either.
Sherrill: Christ, Bass. You are the most earnest man I have ever met, which is likely to get you killed one day. You got sand for this. Most men don’t.
Bass: What you saying?
Sherrill: I had a revelation if you will, and I took some of your earnestness to Judge Parker.
Bass: And?
Sherrill: And he wants to make you a Goddamned Deputy US Marshal. You think you can handle the weight of the badge?
Bass: I know I can.
Sherrill: You leave here, don’t you be thinking you’ll get one thin cent of what I promised you.
Bass: That scar on your head? It’s got chains around your heart.
Sherrill: Spoken from a man who knows.
Bass: You like the man you are, Deputy?
No garlands, no trumpets. Just us tonight. Such a sad homecoming.
George
Esau: You prefer bein’ a daddy to puttin’ daddys in the grave.
Bass: The boy ain’t mine.
Esau: Could be, though. It’s all there for the takin’ now. Another man’s cradle, another man’s bride. You returned to the wild, Bass. Freedom’s a good color on you.
Bass: I reckon it would be for anyone.
Esau: Surprisingly, no. You’d think a man gifted freedom would walk pin his own accord, but most prefer the comfort of the master’s leash to liberty and justice. If I was not in these irons, I’d be happy to oblige them, Lincoln or no.
Bass: Union won?
Esau: God damn. No news here, I see. This faraway rock you crawled under got a name?
Bass: Turkey Creek.
Esau: Well, gobble, gobble. You best hurry up, Bass. Collect your wealth and take flight. Hell is coming on wings of its own.
Bass: He died brave.
Sarah: He lived brave.
Bass: My loss came for yours.
Sarah: You take Pistol. You live brave, too. Your heart still beats.
Bass: You suppose I did something to make the Almighty angry?
Jennie: He just teachin’ ya.
Bass: That I ain’t a farmer?
Jennie: Or that it’s hard and takes patience.
Bass: Patience ain’t gone put money in our pocket. [pause] I ain’t about to quit this.
Jennie: A gun is just a thing. A tool, an instrument. What matters is who plays it and you, Gabriel.
Bass: Honey, you only seen me shooting wild turkeys and feral hogs.
Jennie: Without a bullet wasted.
You got three types of rogues around these parts. There’s the kind that steals horses, the kind that supplies whiskey, and the kind that’s happy to cut your heart out over both. Welcome to the Dead Line. You best load that antique of yours. Out here, there ain’t no laws, only outlaws.
Sherrill
Sherrill: You still believe in a Lord that let you spend half your life in chains?
Bass: Man made those chains. It was God who gave me the hope to believe in a future without ‘em.
Sherrill: Look what hope got him.
Bass: Prayers don’t hurt.
Sherrill: Well, that don’t help much, either. Let’s go. Where there’s one crooked vulture, there’s soon to be more.
