a dream

Everett 2022-03-19 09:01:03

People tend to think that it is easy for them to understand a person, and imagine the one-sided aspect of what they understand about another person as a complete picture of that person. As everyone knows, a person is not as simple as you think.
Ben has always had a dream, and his people are stupid, no one understands, no one understands. He hates stupid people, he kills ruthlessly, and he has an inexplicable warmth and yearning for women and even family life.
He wants to fulfill Dan's dream, an inexplicable goal that he is desperately fighting for, and he is not willing to be down and down for a lifetime. Prince Charles didn't understand, his men didn't understand, so he was killed; he even wanted to fulfill the child he thought was a bit like his Dan, and let him shoot himself to fulfill a myth, but unfortunately, that child was never Ben; he was like It was a wild wind, and when it blew into the land from the sea, it carried a little sea water. When he reached the inland, what accompanied him was not wet sea water, but dry sand and gravel.
Ben will always be Ben, he is not what you think he is, and he will never do what you want.

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  • Marshal Weathers: They're probably just running late, Mr. Butterfield.

    Butterfield: Pinkertons don't run late. That's why they're paid eighteen dollars a day.

  • Marshal Weathers: Can I help you?

    Charlie Prince: I think maybe a coach headed for here got itself held up in the canyon about ten miles back...

    Butterfield: God damn it.

    Charlie Prince: ...by Mr. Ben Wade himself.

    Marshal Weathers: How did you know it was Wade?

    Butterfield: It's been him the last twenty-one times, Marshal.

    Charlie Prince: I saw a Mexican sharpshooter and an Apache.

    Marshal Weathers: God damn it. Jesus Christ.

    Charlie Prince: And I've been told...

    Kane: [interrupting him] Did you see The Hand of God?

    Charlie Prince: What's that?

    Kane: His pistol.

    Butterfield: Why the hell didn't you do something?

    Charlie Prince: They had a lot of weapons, mister... and they were shootin' bullets.