(Paladin's comment in French has resulted in the young lady slapping him and flouncing off.)
Hey Girl: What happened, Mr. Paladin?
Paladin: Hey Girl, I seem to have chosen the wrong moment to quote epigrams.
Hey Girl: Maybe you picked the wrong epigram. What did you quote?
Paladin: "A good liar should have a good memory".
Hey Girl: Le Rochefoucald?
McPhater: "They have sown the wind, and they will reap the whirlwind." "The Lord moves in mysterious ways." I waited for a sign and now I have one. You'll never deliver me to Soledad.
Paladin: We'll get there.
Paladin: And now you're on your way to San Francisco to seek your fortune.
Jody: Well, I don't know about my fortune, Mr. Paladin, but, oh, I, I'd sure like to wear pretty clothes and enjoy living for a change.
Paladin: Jody, those are laudable ambitions, but they are a little bit general. You have any more specific idea of how you're going to get along in San Francisco?
Jody: No. But I'll get by.
Paladin: I'm sure you will.
McPhater: (To the newly arrived Gaunt) May as well hunker down with the rest of us. Chain! He's brought me revenge. In iron's He's led the lambs to me for the slaughter. It's the Lord's will!
Strickland: What's he prattling about now?
McPhater: Are you gonna tell 'em or do you want me to?
Paladin: This man's brother died of a fever.
Strickland: You mean, he was exposed?
Paladin: Well, we don't know that it was diptheria.
Gaunt: But if it was? That mean's he's got it, too.
Strickland: I seen a man die with diptheria once. (Clutches at his throat)
Paladin: Stop it, Strickland.
Gaunt: He's right. I remember once, in Wicheta. They were carrying the bodies out in wagons. Stacked up like cordwood, they were.
Paladin: And I've seen fear turn men into blind cattle and they stampeded into killing themselves, and nothing was threatening them!
(Gaunt scoops up a cup of river water)
McPhater: The Lord's tainted that water, stranger. (Gaunt dumps out the water and retreats to his horse as McPhater laughs. Paladin jumps to his feet and follows, dragging McPhater.)
Paladin: Gaunt, that water's pure and you know it.
Gaunt: I know. Oh, it's just that I...(Picks up his pack and pulls out a rope)
McPhater: That's a hangman's rope.
Gaunt: That's right. Phineas Gaunt. Tinker. Wheelwright. Shoemaker, barber. Taster of wine. And executioner. There's someone to hang in Soledad.
Paladin: Well, if there are indispensable people in any situation...and the victim, and the executioner of the hanging. Gaunt, they'll wait in Soledad.
Gaunt: I know. I'm in no hurry. I don't much like hanging people.
McPhater: Well, you're quite a pair. A gunfighter chained to his prisoner and a hangman afraid of the his own stock in trade. Death.
Paladin: And, a killer. A murderer, who's bound to die in any case.
McPhater: How'd you get to be what you are?
Gaunt: By not being much good at anything else, I guess. All my other trades combined don't make much more than a livin'. It's like any of you. I do it for...money.
McPhater: Hangman! You look poorly, hangman. You don't talk much. Now that's a sign of the fever.
Paladin: Well, it's a cinch you're not very sick, then.
McPhater: Maybe not, gunfighter. But he is.
(Gaunt rubs at his forehead, then starts to cough.)
Strickland: You know, Paladin, there's only one among us that's been exposed to a sick person. Now, why let him endanger all the rest of us? You can get away, too.
Paladin: (Indicating chain) How about this?
Strickland: Oh, I'll cut that off afterwards.
Paladin: He's not for sale.
Strickland: Well, if not for my life, or my daughter's, how about your own?
Paladin: He's not for sale at any price.
McPhater: You run off at the mouth, Mister. Now that's the first sign of the fever.
Paladin: McPhater, they're just gonna believe so much. You told Phineas Gaunt he had the fever because he talked too little. Now you tell Strickland he has the fever because he talks too much?
McPhater: Why didn't you let him take me?
Paladin: Well, you might find the answer somewhere in that Book of yours.
(After Jody gives him water, McPhater seizes her and forces a kiss. Paladin punches him.)
Paladin: Now, you brave man, I'm gonna give you two free hands and a gun. Gaunt? Break out that hammer and chisel. Get up!
McPhater: (To Jody) When you're chokin' to death on the fever, you can give him a kiss back!
Paladin: Mr. Gaunt? Mr. Gaunt, it's there, in all of us. The will to live. Will to die. Will to kill. If that's the sickness that's troubling you--you're not alone. Good night, sir.
Gaunt: Fear is a strange thing, Mr. Paladin. Can drive some men to their own hanging. And others into hanging on to what little life they have left.
Paladin: With the blaze of dawn comes reason. And the fears of the night are gone. And we will remember them not. And in retrospect, will remember only that we were strangers in a strange land, and other strangers gave us food.
Hey Girl thinks that Paladin's epigram was composed by La Rochefoucauld. She is referring to a French nobleman, Francois, Duc de la Rochefoucauld (1613-1680). He was known for his epigrams (a terse, witty, pointed statement) published in Reflections; or, Sentences and Moral Maxims (The fifth, standard edition was published in 1678.)
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