- Major Bill Buckner: This message was addressed to you and two other men, Hank Brackett and Johnny Reach. Have you been in touch with them?
- Mr. Davenport: They're not with this railroad. I don't know who they are or what they have to do with this.
- Major Bill Buckner: Neither does Morales, but whoever wrote this letter for him - he knows who they are.
- Mr. Davenport: And so do you apparently.
- Major Bill Buckner: As a matter of fact, I do. I used to soldier with Brackett and I've heard a lot about his partner. Their names aren't here by accident. Between the lines, whoever wrote this was calling out to them for help.
- Mr. Davenport: To them? Why?
- Major Bill Buckner: Because he's in deep trouble and that's their specialty.
- Mr. Davenport: What are they, hired guns?
- Major Bill Buckner: They don't work for free. At first they did... cleaned up a couple of tough border towns just in self-defense. Then other towns or folks in trouble took to comin' to them for help - so many that they had to get a bit mercenary about putting their lives on the line.
- Mr. Davenport: I see. Well, what's their customary fee?
- Major Bill Buckner: A blank check, Mr. Davenport. You see, they feel like this. If you can put a price on it, you don't need 'em bad enough.
- Mr. Davenport: Are you trying to tell us, Major, that the United States Army can't do the job here, but that two men possibly can?
- Major Bill Buckner: I've already told you, Mr. Davenport, we can't move troops across the border. I know that. I don't know what they can do, if they take the job, but whatever it is, it can't be much worse than Morales has in mind, can it?
- Mr. Davenport: Where can they be contacted?
- Major Bill Buckner: Casa Grande Hotel, Casa Grande, New Mexico.
- Mr. Davenport: Miss Baker, get a telegram off to Mr. Hank Brackett and Mr. Johnny Reach at that address. "Gentlemen, come at once. Situation desperate."
- J.J. Foote: Them tarnation gas buggies are an abomination to the Lord. Yea, verily, the love a man beareth for his horse ain't never gonna be replaced by no bucket of bolts! Noisy, smelly, new-fangled contraption. You expect to leave that stack of smokin' scrap iron here to offend the noses of honest horses?
- Johnny Reach: Oh, yes sir - and we expect you to guard it tenderly with loving care.
- J.J. Foote: Me? Them things is against nature and all I stand for.
- J.J. Foote: Yea, verily, thus they provoked him to anger with their inventions and a plague broke in upon them - Psalms 106, Verse 29.
- Hank Bracket: The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall jostle one against another in the broad way and they shall seem like torches and they will run like lightning - Nahum 2, Verse 4.
- J.J. Foote: Hey, you know your scriptures!
- Johnny Reach: If thou canst not lick 'em, join 'em. Uh, Johnny Reach, 1914.
- Hank Bracket: It would be a Christian kindness in takin' her off the streets and keepin her safe from pryin' eyes and busy fingers, brother. Here's twenty bucks.
- J.J. Foote: Seein' you put it that way, I'll look after like she's pure-blooded horse-flesh.
- [a angry mob surrounds the jail demanding the sheriff and his deputies turn over his prisoner over to them]
- Miss Baker: They wouldn't let it happen. Sheriff Lynch is a very good man.
- Hank Bracket: Kind of an unfortunate name, though, isn't it?
- Hank Bracket: You know, my partner's an old hand at these necktie parties.
- Miss Baker: Oh?
- Hank Bracket: No, really. The first one I attended, he was the guest of honor. That's where I found him. I just plucked him out of a cottonwood tree... and he wasn't very ripe either.
- Johnny Reach: I'd be swingin' there yet if old Hank hadn't happened by... and spoke up from the other end of a double-stacked blowgun.
- Hank Bracket: Hey, Billy! How are you, buddy!
- Major Bill Buckner: A long time between wars.
- Hank Bracket: Well, it certainly is. The old sawbones let you loose, leg and all, huh?
- Major Bill Buckner: I got a new one.
- Hank Bracket: Well, sorry about that. Don't leave it layin' around.
- Hank Bracket: [to the others] He was always losin' somethin' - except battles.
- Hank Bracket: And in the meantime, all you want Johnny and me to do is pull 73 passengers off a moving train in wide-open country without being seen and if we are seen, they're all killed? Is that the job?
- Mr. Davenport: I told you it can't be done.
- Hank Bracket: ...I didn't say that.
- Ricardo Sandoval: Senorita, I think that if they meant to kill us, they would have done so.
- Beth Parkinson: And you're grateful for that one small favor? Where are your police? Have you no laws in this God-forsaken country?
- Ricardo Sandoval: Si, senorita, we have laws... and men to break them.
- Hank Bracket: I'll take this, Mr. Davenport, if you don't mind and fill it in later. Fair?
- Mr. Davenport: But what is your plan?
- Hank Bracket: Well, we don't like to talk about things like that, because you'll probably think we're crazy and you might be right.
- Hank Bracket: If you're thinkin' he was brought up in a barn, ma'am, it was nothin' that fancy. It was a wickiup.
- Miss Baker: You mean an Indian dwelling?
- Hank Bracket: He's not even quite civilized yet.
- Miss Baker: Well, you don't look like a savage.
- Johnny Reach: Oh, I'm tame. Family came out of Kansas. My stepmother raised me - she was pureblooded Chiricahua.
- Miss Baker: Oh, you lived with her.
- Johnny Reach: Her people, yes ma'am, after Pa passed away. Still can't sit horse with a saddle on it or sleep on a bed. Sorry.
- [last lines]
- Hank Bracket: What kept ya?
- Johnny Reach: Oh, business. I got your five dollars back from Miss Baker.
- Hank Bracket: How'd you do that?
- Johnny Reach: Oh, ah, she bet me she chould kiss me without touching.
- Hank Bracket: She bet you that?
- Johnny Reach: Yeah. Born loser... but an awful good sport!