Shuruff, you mustn’t do it—they’s a reason—you mustn’t. I’ll tell you—
Butch (quickly)
He’s my brother, Shuruff. I don’t keer. He’s done wrong. Shoot him down.
Sheriff
You’re damn right I will. Like a dog! (He goes out.)
Elly (agonized)
W’at made you?
Butch
You told me yerself—
Elly