- Gil Favor: [Writing in a journal] The trail log says every workin' cowhand has a string of horses assigned to him. That string's made up of the different kinds he's gonna need. Circle horse, cuttin' horse, a ropin' horse, one or two broncos. He works with 'em, worries over 'em, and wouldn't be worth a brass nickel without 'em. Same goes for me, 'cept my string isn't horses - it's men. I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.
- Matt Peeler: You know, Mister, it's gonna be a real pleasure watching you hang.
- Wes Thomas: You sure you're gonna live that long?
- Gil Favor: Pete, you and me's gotta find a river that's big enough to stop that fire, and a spot shallow enough to get the herd across. Let's go.
- Mushy: That new batch of sourdough is fermenting real good.
- Wishbone: Well, Hallelujah!
- Mushy: You don't sound pleased, Mr Wishbone.
- Wishbone: It is in the nature of sourdough to ferment. And it's in the nature of the cook's louse to get excited about it. But it's not in my nature to stand up and cheer just because a keg of sourdough...
- Mushy: Mr Wishbone, the geese...
- Wishbone: Like I was saying...
- Mushy: Well, they're flying the wrong way for this time of year.
- Wishbone: Geese never was much for reading cowherds. Now like I was saying.
- Lon Grant: [singing] It was late last night when my Lord came home, enquiring about his lady. And the only answer he received, she's gone with the gypsy daisy.
- [He speaks to Gil]
- Lon Grant: Mrs Walsh don't have a right good ear for music.
- Gil Favor: That's too bad.
- Lon Grant: Especially when her husband ain't home.
- Matt Peeler: Say, you might be one of them outlaws that robbed the Fort.
- Wes Thomas: That's right, Grandpa. I might be.
- Matt Peeler: Ah ha, killed two, three men?
- Wes Thomas: What're you trying to prove? That you can count?
- Wes Thomas: I'm glad Cross didn't kill you, sonny. He's about used up his bravery ration for the day or maybe the whole year. So you're gonna have to run an errand for me.
- Gil Favor: What's the errand?
- Wes Thomas: There's a hut a couple of miles down river from here, sits maybe 50 yards from the bank. There's a girl waiting there for me. Bring her here.
- Gil Favor: What's to make her believe me?
- Wes Thomas: Your honest face. and this. Her name's Rose Morton. She's a lot prettier than that. But don't go getting any ideas. You wouldn't stand a chance with that bad hand and all.
- Gil Favor: And if I bring her back, what happens then?
- Wes Thomas: All I wants is a little advice.
- Matt Peeler: Advice?
- Wes Thomas: Sure. Like which one oughta get it.
- Matt Peeler: Which one?
- Wes Thomas: That's right. You just point the one out to me.
- Matt Peeler: Say, that's a terrible responsibility.
- Wes Thomas: I ain't gonna ask you twice.
- Matt Peeler: Well, in that case... I sure hate to do this, Mister.
- [And Wes shoots]
- Rose Morton: What happened to your hand?
- Gil Favor: One of Wes's friends shot me up.
- Rose Morton: He must've been drunk. Because he didn't put it through your throat.
- Gil Favor: Rose Norton.
- Rose Morton: Yeah.
- Gil Favor: I'm Gil Favor. You're supposed to come along with me.
- Rose Morton: Oh, you're rushing things a bit, aren't you?
- Wes Thomas: So you're gonna die, trail boss.
- Gil Favor: Want me to turn my back?
- Wes Thomas: Make it easier for you?
- Gil Favor: Make it easier for you.
- Rose Morton: Wes, don't do it.
- Wes Thomas: No, no, I wanna see your face. That's all I want. Just the memory of your face.
- Rose Morton: Wes isn't a killer. I said, Wes isn't a killer.
- Gil Favor: Paymaster, guards at the fort might not agree with you. If they could speak for themselves.
- Rose Morton: They didn't just let him out with the money. They shot at them, didn't they?
- Gil Favor: Matt Beeker shoot at him too?
- Rose Morton: Who's he?
- Gil Favor: Little man, 60, 65, unarmed. Stood ten feet away from him. Shot him down just to prove a point.
- Rose Morton: What point?
- Gil Favor: That he's a killer.
- Helen Walsh: Mr Favor, if you ever find yourself this way again, we'd sure be pleased if you'd drop in for another cup of coffee. Wouldn't we, Jeremiah?
- Rose Morton: Those bodies in the shed?
- Wes Thomas: They're no problem. They're dead. Where's the money?
- Helen Walsh: You've got a gun and you're stronger than Jeremiah. But no woman would look at you twice with him in the room because he doesn't need a gun to make sure that he's a man.
- [Wes turns away and he strikes her so hard across the face that she falls to the ground]