Western World: Act i
CHRISTY, in a very reasonable tone.
He was a dirty man, God forgive him, and he getting old and crusty, the way I couldn’t put up with him at all.
PEGEEN.
And you shot him dead?
CHRISTY, shaking his head.
I never used weapons. I’ve no license, and I’m a law-fearing man.
MICHAEL.
It was with a hilted knife maybe? I’m told, in the big world, it’s bloody knives they use.
CHRISTY, loudly, scandalized.
Do you take me for a slaughter-boy?
PEGEEN.
You never hanged him, the way Jimmy Farrell hanged his dog from the license, and had it screeching and wriggling three hours at the butt of a string, and himself swearing it was a dead dog, and the peelers swearing it had life?
CHRISTY.
I did not, then. I just riz the loy and let fall
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