Chad Deasey:
Let me lay it out for you. You killed my brother... before I'm done with you, you'll wish it were the other way around. I'm going to make you a mark for every trigger-happy punk. I'm going to push you off the land, out of town, into the saddle, onto the trail with nothing but your roll and gun. There won't be a town within a thousand miles where the sheriff won't be waiting for you; won't be a town within a thousand miles where you'll be able to rest your head.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:28
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