— Mr. Hanlon... I wanted to ask you about Indian Wells. That fight really take place?
— Sure did.
— Then it's true that you gunned down four men?
— Two with my left hand, two with my right hand. You see, the truth is... that I am just as good with either.
— You must be the fastest gun in the West. That or the biggest liar.
— It's a pity you weren't there to find out.
— Oh, but I was, Ace. You see, I was the one that really killed the Terrence brothers. And I doubt a lying, little chickenshit like you was even in the same state. How about that left hand, Ace? How about that left-handed draw?
— Goddamn. God.
— Mr. Ace Hanlon. The scourge of the sagebrush. The terror of Tucson. A bladder full of hot air.