You owe me money, blacksmith.

How do you figure?

My horse threw his shoe. And seein' as you was the one who done the shoein', I say that makes you responsible.

Well, since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even!

Wrong! See, I was on my horse when he threw the shoe and I got thrown off! And that caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky red-eye. So, the way I figure it, blacksmith, you owe me $5 for the whiskey and $75 for the horse.

[under his breath]

That's the $80!

Look! If your horse threw his shoe, bring him back, and I'll re-shoe him!

I done shot that horse!

Well, that's your problem, Tannen!

Wrong! That's yours. So, from now on, you better be lookin' behind you when you walk, 'cause one day, you're gonna get a bullet in your back!