Agent:
I can't help that. All I know is, I got my orders. They told me to tell you to get off, and that's what I'm tellin' ya.
Muley:
You mean get off of my own land?
Agent:
Now don't go to blamin' me! It ain't my fault.
Muley's son:
Who's fault is it?
Agent:
You know who owns the land. The Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
Muley:
And who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle Company?
Agent:
It ain't nobody. It's a company.
Muley's son:
They got a President, ain't they? They got somebody who knows what a shotgun's for, ain't they?
Agent:
Oh son, it ain't his fault, because the bank tells him what to do.
Muley's son:
All right, where's the bank?
Agent:
Tulsa. What's the use of pickin' on him? He ain't nothin' but the manager. And he's half-crazy hisself tryin' to keep up with his orders from the East.
Muley:
Then who do we shoot?
Agent:
Brother, I don't know. If I did, I'd tell ya. I just don't know who's to blame.
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