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saloon in San Antonio, a few moments later. Call and McCrae walk up to the bar.

MCCRAE: I'd like a shot of whiskey, and so would my companion. If it ain't too much trouble. The bartender looks at them, annoyed. McCrae turns to a table of men playing cards. Howdy boys, you got a good game going there? Murmurs of "... who the hell is that?" come from the table. Nobody answers McCrae.

MCCRAE (to bartender): You got mud in your ears, or what?

BARTENDER: Rye, or what'll it be, old timer?

MCCRAE: Rye will do, provided it gets here quick.

BARTENDER (visibly irritated): Durn cowboys oughta broom yourselves off before you walk in here. We got all the sand we need without the customers bringing it in. He pours a shot for McCrae. That'll be a dollar.

McCrae lays a silver dollar on the bar. As the bartender reaches for it, McCrae grabs him by the hair and slams his head onto the bar. He then pulls out his pistol and presses it against the man's nose. Call grins and turns away.

MCCRAE: Now, besides the whiskey, I think we'll require a little respect. I'm Captain Augustus McCrae, and this here is Captain Woodrow F. Call. Now, if you care to turn around, you can see how we looked when we was younger. When the people around here wanted to make a settlement.

McCrae puts the gun against the bartender's cheek and turns his head around. He's now facing behind the bar, looking directly at an old framed photograph of McCrae, Call, and Jake Spoon as Texas Rangers years ago.

MCCRAE: Now, the thing we didn't put up with back then, was dawdling service. And as you can see, we still don't put up with it.

McCrae tosses his empty shot glass in the air, and shoots it with his pistol.

MCCRAE: Now then. If I could have a fresh glass, please.

BARTENDER (still holding his profusely bleeding nose): You just broke my nose!! You old son of a....

McCrae clocks him with his gun on the side of the head. He slinks to the floor unconscious. McCrae pours himself and Call a shot from the bottle on the bar. They raise their glasses to toast.

MCCRAE: Well, here's to the sunny slopes of long ago

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