Ace: On account of being a no-good, bounty-hunting polecat who tried to bring down the Royal Flush Gang, one Jonah Hex is sentenced to death. Come noontime, the old station whistle gonna wail, and send these here horses, and you, scattering to the four corners of the west. Any last words?
Jonah Hex: Sure do. But ain't none of 'em fit to be spoke in front of the lady.