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4.
"SON PIERRE: "Here I lie with a chunk of lead from the gun of Bob McGurk resting somewheres in the insides of me, and there ain't no way of doubting that I'm about to go out.

Now, I ain't complaining none.

I've had my fling.

I've eat my meat to order, well done and rare--mostly rare.
Maybe some folks will be saying that I've got what I've been asking for, and I know that Bob McGurk got me fair and square, shooting from the hip.