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Bonnie: Oh, Mr. Marston, how are ya doing today?
Marston: I'm well, Miss MacFarlane. Thank you. How are you?
Bonnie: Well I'm fine, thank you. So uh, how are your ribs?
Marston: Fine. A little sore, but apart from a couple extra scars, it will be as nothing happened.
Bonnie: Good. Ah, come in, come in. You know, you never did tell me how you met that Bill Williamson or what you wanted from him.
Marston: No, miss, I did not.
Bonnie: Well, why not? If you don't mind me asking.
Marston: I certainly don't mind you asking, if you don't mind me not telling. See, it's a complicated and somewhat pathetic tale, and by telling you, not only would I be putting your life in danger, but also threatening lives of some people I hold very dear.
Bonnie: Well, I apologize if I seem to be prying.
Marston: And I apologize for my reticence. I hope you believe me when I say that it's simply out of respect for you.
Bonnie: Of course, Mr. Marston. I understand that a city dweller such as yourself likes to have some exotic secrets so us country folk are impressed.
Marston: I'm no city man, miss.
Bonnie: Yeah, but I saw you get on the train at Blackwater. You with those gentlemen in bowler hats.
Marston: I'm still no city man.
Bonnie: But, I bet you can't ride, Mr. Marston.
Marston: I hate to take money from a lady, miss.
Bonnie: Oh, you won't be. I'll race you right now...
Marston: If it makes you happy.
Bonnie: We'll see. Alright, I'll show you how we ride around these parts. On the count of 3. 3, 2, 1. I trust you're not gonna be a gentleman about this!
Marston: You don't know me at all, Miss MacFarlane! Neck and neck, Miss MacFarlane!
(Marston and Bonnie manage to finish the race)
Bonnie: That was fun.
Bonnie: You know, you should go pay the Marshal a visit in Armadillo sometime. I'm sure he could help you deal with that nice Mr. Williamson.
Marston: Yeah, I might just do that, Miss MacFarlane.
Bonnie: You do whatever you think's best, Mr. Marston.