listen to the thunder

our father, which art in heaven... let him fucking stay there

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

May I ask, ma’am, when you’d expect to leave the camp? I’m not certain.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

I like Ellsworth, too.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Is it that simple? Dan, dismantle the titty corner and set up a poker table.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Good luck in Cheyenne. Good luck to you too, Bill.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

I was supposed to leave for Cheyenne two damn hours ago. What kept ya, Charlie?

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Montana.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Trust. Hell of a way to operate, huh?

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Listen to me, listen to me. I was the go between. But without malicious intention.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Me and Sol are sure grateful, you and Mr. Utter taking the time to help.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Ain’t this a pretty picture?

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Let me go home and change.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

Too considerate to disturb us, wouldn’t have truck with that room clerk ghoul to get let into Charlie’s.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

What would you think of us and him and his friend having dinner tonight? Why?

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

The seller had accomplices, gentlemen. Men of what passes for position in this place. I would pay a handsome bounty if they were brought to make restitutions.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]

You do not want to be a dirt worshiping heathen from this fucking point forward.

[welcometofuckingdeadwood]