- Gil Favor: Ridin' herd over a long trail may be a headache, but I can tell you it's never boresome, even when it's goin' smooth. There's plenty of sweet grass, blue skies, clear spring water. You ride lazy, thinkin' of what you left behind, dreamin' of what's ahead. Ridin' easy doesn't come often on a drive. When you're pushin' three thousand head and twenty hands, there's always something about to happen. Whatever it is, and whenever it comes up, I gotta meet it. That's my job. I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.
- Gil Favor: Funny thing, people never give us a thought until we start getting near their front yard. Then all of a sudden, we're millionaires, we gotta pay a hundred dollars for every step we take.
- Rowdy Yates: You expecting trouble, Mr Favor.
- Gil Favor: No, not a bit. Not 'til we get there.
- Mushy: You picked a good day for it, Rowdy. There weren't enough seconds left over for me.
- Wishbone: There's never enough seconds left for you. Beats me how the man doing the least amount of work on the drive needs the most amount of food to keep on going doing nothing. What was the matter with it?
- Rowdy Yates: Nothing, I didn't taste it.
- Wishbone: Well, next time you don't want food, don't draw it. I ain't cookin' for waste.
- Rowdy Yates: I ain't wasting it, Wishbone, he's eating it.
- Wishbone: I take the ribbing and the joshing every time I dish up food. Well, I don't mind that. They wouldn't be trail drovers if they didn't bellyache all the time. Pay no heed to what they say, just as long as the plates come back clean. That's what counts. Full plate's an insult.
- Betsy Stauffer: I would have expected by now he would have reached a crisis. Still.
- Gil Favor: Yes, Miss?
- Betsy Stauffer: I don't know. I suppose the symptoms vary with each person. I just hope it doesn't get any colder. We haven't come very far, have we?
- Gil Favor: Mmh?
- Betsy Stauffer: In ancient days a newborn baby was placed in the open, and, if it survived the elements, it was deemed fit to live... Now, if a person comes down with a contagious disease, he's put out too. Nine out of ten cases don't make it.
- Betsy Stauffer: But he's got to keep dry.
- Gil Favor: If it rains... We could put him in the wagon, build a fire underneath to keep him warm.
- Betsy Stauffer: It might keep out the rain and I doubt it. But it won't keep out the dampness and chill. If he should catch the slightest cold, pneumonia and bronchitis...
- Gil Favor: If we got him to a warm, dry place?
- Betsy Stauffer: That's what he needs. We could put him in the back of the store.
- Gil Favor: PETE! I'm taking Rowdy through the Pass to Gorham.
- Pete Nolan: There might be some shooting.
- Amos Stauffer: [the overwrought emotional illogical men of the town have thrown a brick through the window and, among other threats, warn they will burn the Apothecary's house down] They have a right to be frightened. Pestilence is a dreadful thing.
- Pete Nolan: Mr Favor got no right to keep up hanging like this. He knows how we feel about the kid.
- Jim Quince: Yeah, I gotta a feeling he's gonna be all right. It's raining, you can feel it. It's gonna make things real clean.
- Amos Stauffer: Hurry with the bedwarmer.
- Gil Favor: Not a minute too soon. It's pouring out there.
- Amos Stauffer: Heat up some broth, Betsy. We have to warm up his insides too.