Re: Chapter 6.1: Storm's a-comin' ((Deadwood))
"Death mojo?" he asked, looking honestly confused, looking to Wild Bill for confirmation. "Maybe you can weigh in on this, Mr. Hickok."
"When the most notorious gunhand in the west is shooting at you, Mr. Starkweather, there's not much time to sit around and take in the scenery. As Mr. Hickok's first shot grazed me, I saw fit to take shelter behind the bar and not give him time for a second which would surely plant me in my grave, with the aim of playing possum until he moved on. As you might imagine, that position and view made it a little difficult to observe any such death mojo, and the distance and chaos made it hard to hear your intimate conversations with the man," he said.
"By the time I rose to my feet, you had done your work with Mr. Hickok, and were proceeding to lay into Roger Sebastian with extreme violence and glowin' red fists, and then my Austrian friend had a gun on you, but hadn't fired. I had to make a quick judgment, and warnin' you off was about as good as I could do. That's the extent of what I witnessed. Of course, as far as you're concerned, I could have been blindfolded and in another room until that point and it wouldn't matter much, since I'm a law man and as such in league with every dastardly villain from here to Shan Fan."
"But that's all neither here nor there, I suppose. What I'm working on is much bigger than your feud with this big city dandy Roger Sebastian. The last thing I need is to have to deal with someone interfering with my investigation, and killing someone that has key information to taking down something much bigger than you know. I really just don't want to have to have new Wanted posters put up for a new vigilante murderer we have on our hands. I don't want to have to call in favors with my friends in the Union Army - you know the ones I served with and just convinced to let us go and not have us detained and disarmed, and the ones I got to put on a look out for Darius Carter? - those friends. I don't want to do any of those things, but if someone interferes in my case, I will. All I want to do is my job, and then take the first train out. And after I leave, well, if anyone should want to be a vigilante murderer with no regard for the law who imposes his own version of justice on Deadwood and anyone he deems a criminal, well that'll be someone else's problem."