MULEY
You mean get off my own land?
THE MAN
Now don't go blaming me. It ain't
*my* fault.
SON
Whose fault is it?
THE MAN
You know who owns the land—the
Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
MULEY
Who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle
Comp’ny?
THE MAN
It ain't nobody. It's a company.
SON
They got a pres’dent, ain't they?
They got somebody that knows what a
shotgun's for, ain't they?
THE MAN
But it ain't *his* fault, because
the *bank* tells him what to do.
SON
(angrily)
All right. Where's the bank?
THE MAN
(fretfully)
Tulsa. But what's the use of picking
on him? He ain't anything but the
manager, and half crazy hisself,
trying to keep up with his orders
from the east!
MULEY
(bewildered)
Then who *do* we shoot?
"Shoot them all, God will know His own." with apologies to Arnaud Amalric