[on Bullock and his affair with Alma] He don't know if he's breathing or taking it in through fucking gills; he is that fucking cunt-struck. They're afloat in some fairy fucking bubble, lighter than air. Him, her snatch and his stupid fucking badge.
S2A Lie Agreed Upon, Part One
Welcome to fuckin' Deadwood! Can be... combative!
Wave a penny under the Jew's nose. They have living breath in them, brings 'em right round.
Will I find you have a knife on you?
I won't need no fuckin' knife.
What's the matter--taken by a vision? You would not want to be staring like that at me.
Age impedes my stream, no fucking fear of you.
Get in here.
All in due fucking course but tell me one thing first, Bullock, as I stand here fucking humbled. Does the widow Garret have a going fucking hard rock concern and five-stamp mill crushing gold out of her quartz all day and fucking night?
What?
Or does she cast her lot with the camp, furnish others here a chance to develop what they got, to hang on or even prosper?
You pie-faced cocksucker, get in here and account for your insult.
Or, with you at her ear - among other points of entry - instead of doing your civic duty, does she ship her fucking loot to Denver?
Civic duty? Opposed by her own and her dead husband's family, to put her assets at play in a camp with no law or government worth the name?
See as here where she lives and struck lucky, civic duty? Yeah! And it's time for her and some others to quit their fucking shirking, Yankton's making its move. Ah, the fucking thing!
Meaning what, "Yankton's making its move"? Without more insults.
We're getting ass-fucked. Carved into counties, but not one fucking commissioner coming from the hills.
How do you have this information?
From the governor himself in a pricey little personal note. They want to make us a trough for Yankton's snouts, and them hoopleheads out there, they need buttressing against going over to those cocksuckers. Now I can handle my areas, but there's dimensions and fucking angles I'm not expert at. You would be if you'd sheathe your prick long enough.
Shut up.
And resume being the upright pain in the balls that graced us all last summer.
Shut up, you son of a bitch.
Jesus Christ. Bullock, the world abounds in cunt of every kind, including hers. [Bullock removes his Sheriff's badge] Of course, if it would steer you from something stupid, I, uh, could always profess another position.
Will I find you've got a knife on you?
I won't need no fucking knife.
[Watching Bullock and Al fight] Awful possibility in these matters is both men sustaining mortal injury... [After the fight] But I'm rarely that fucking lucky.
Suck some pricks if you like. Keep whatever they give you as my way of saying welcome.
MMaddie
Any blind ones out there?
S2A Lie Agreed Upon, Part Two
Jane, for me the female breast long ago lost mystery or allure. Open your goddamn blouse.
I'll keep my fucking eyes shut, but I'll know every fucking move you make.
Over time, your quickness with a cocky rejoinder must have gotten you many punches in the face.
We do love each other. Our being together ought not to seem so outlandish a proposition. Except for every other single thing.
A full fair-mindedness requires us also to report that within the Gem, on Deadwood's main thoroughfare, comely whores, decently priced liquor and the squarest games of chance in the hills remain unabatedly available at all hours, seven days a week.
The economic aspect is one fabric in the tapestry of journalism.
Ass-fucking the dirt worshippers being another? A pleasure beyond gain.
Now, now, now.
Oh, is that your Heathen imitation? Jump up and down and give a few whoops, as in "Whoop, that ass fucking hurts."
For what it's worth, Yankton's afraid of Bullock.
Well, say no more. Refrain from explaining yourself.
Till Congress approves, nothing's to say the Hills get made part of Dakota. Far as that, Montana's got pull Dakota don't. Montana's got silver for bribes.
Thievin' Indian agent's all fucking Dakota's got.
It ain't fucking fresh money to the game.
And how does that argue for Bullock living or dying?
Yankton thinks Bullock's Montana's Man.
On what basis?
He was favorite of a judge in Helena that wanted him in politics. They figure he's a stalking horse here for the judge's interests.
Then Yankton's got their head up their fucking asses if they think Bullock's anybody's man. Hell, Bullock himself don't even know whose man he is.
In the thoroughfare, as I readied to stab the cocksucker, did you have no impulse to hint at this?
The moment didn't seem right.
Over time, your quickness with a cocky rejoinder must have gotten you many punches in the face.
Depends what you call, 'many'.
There's another fucking clever one.
To Yankton's thinking, would Bullock dead curb Montana's interests or incite them to a stronger expression?
I don't know.
If he's spoiling to mix it with us further, they may get a chance to find out.
[Regarding Silas and Dan] Them too seem disputatious as well, huh?
Storm clouds gather.
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