Tyree rides hard directly toward Emmett. Emmett watches the pounding hooves approach. He struggles but can’t
move. Tyree’s horse thunders over him, one hoof catching his side with a sickening THUD. Emmett writhes in agony.
Tyree turns his horse and heads back. Kyle pulls harder on his rope. Tyree rides over Emmett again, but we can’t see
the damage for the dust. Tyree walks his horse over and looks down, as Garth, Kyle, and Charlie converge.
Emmett’s head is bleeding, his body crumpled. But he looks up at them through pain-squinted eyes.
Ain’t you dead yet, mister?
Cobb said he’d be hard to kill.
They all laugh at this.
Guess you couldn’t hear us coming.
(to the others)
He was practicing so hard for a fight, he missed the whole thing.
The others cackle. Garth draws his gun.
So long, stranger.
He starts to lower the muzzle toward Emmett. There is the echoing CRACK of a shot and the gun flies from Garth’s
Mal stands on a rock above them, his rifle pointed.
I don’t want to kill you, and you don’t want to be dead.
The other deputies exchange glances as Garth bends in pain.
He can’t be that good, Tyree.