All right. Keep yer gun on him. (To Butch.) Guess you know whut we want you fer, Adams. Yer name’s Adams, ain’t it?
Joe
Butch Adams, Shuruff.
Sheriff
You’ve killed a man.
Butch
I doan know whut you’re talkin’ about. Come bustin’ into my house this a-way. Whut right’ve you got?
Sheriff
Dry up.
Butch