

The stranger fires repeatedly, hitting each mark. Now if you apologize, like I know you’re going to, I might convince him that you really didn’t mean it.”įor a long, lingering moment, there is nothing but an ominous silence. He gets the crazy idea you’re laughin’ at him. You see, my mule don’t like people laughing. The stranger rasps: “I don’t think it’s nice, you laughin’. So the stranger flips back his poncho, revealing the six-gun at his side, and the laughter stops. The stranger appears intrigued by the employment opportunities.īack on the street, the stranger walks over to the thuggish cowboys, pausing only to tell an industrious coffin-maker: “Get three coffins ready.” He calmly confronts his tormentors, advising them to apologize to his mule. To earn a job, however, an applicant must be a quick draw and a cold killer. In a decrepit cantina, the barkeep brings the stranger up to speed: The town is dominated by two rival gangs, and each side uses hired guns to maintain an uneasy truce. The stranger manages to dismount only by grabbing a makeshift streetlamp. They fire their guns into the ground, spooking the mule into a terrified gallop. He passes a dead man who’s been tied to the saddle of his cantering horse and adorned with a cryptic sign: “Adios, Amigo.” The stranger tips his hat, then rides on.ĭraped in a tatty poncho and riding a woefully weary mule, he endures the derisive laughter of four thuggish cowboys who make rude remarks about his humble steed and threadbare attire.

Looking very much like something the cat dragged in, reconsidered, and dragged outside again, the gritty, grimy stranger rides into the flyspeck border town. The actor gained his first taste of international fame in Sergio Leone’s Dollars trilogy, released in the U.S.
