Now – move.
Mal glares at Langston and, finally, moves. He takes his rifle from the bar, then walks over, picks up his saddlebags, and slings them over his shoulder. He is almost to the door when he stops, turns, and walks slowly back to the bar. The
shot glass full of whiskey has miraculously survived the fracas. Mal brings it to his lips and swallows with satisfaction. He turns and goes out the front door. Langston motions to Deputy Kern to follow and witness Mal’s departure.
Langston turns and looks at Emmett and Paden as he slowly uncocks his revolver and holsters it.
Who’s going to pay for all this, Sheriff?