- Pete Nolan: When you're pushing 3,000 steers north of the Sedalia Trail, you don't have time to worry about where you've been, it's where you're going that counts, what's over the next hill, whether there's grazing ahead, and water. It's my job to find out. I'm Pete Nolan, trail scout for the Gil Favor drive.
- Wishbone: Listen here, mister, if there's one thing I do know it's accents. I got an ear like a tuning fork. So, when I say Maryland, I mean, Maryland.
- Rowdy Yates: Must be valuable. Charcoal. No silver dollars in here. Linseed oil. Paintings, eh?
- Pete Nolan: They're pretty good.
- Rowdy Yates: [Picture of a rider on a bucking horse] Hurts just to look at it.
- Pete Nolan: Lambton, Lambton, I saw that on the map. That's about 50 miles north of here... Went and got himself shot, just for that?
- Pete Nolan: I might stretch grub and pay for one of you. It's the best I can do.
- Gang Member: We go together, Mr Favor. It's all or none.
- Pete Nolan: None.
- Wishbone: Trouble! That is the cussedest man I ever run into. Tight-mouthed, ornery. And you know what he calls that knot-headed miserable Texan cows? BEAUTIFUL! Beautiful! And that ain't the worst of it. He's got Mushy over there posing for him, like a gunslinger, makes you wanna gag.
- Pete Nolan: What do you make of Mr Fredericks?
- Rowdy Yates: If you ask me, he's running away from something.
- Gil Favor: Hw wouldn't be the first that tried to.
- Wishbone: Rowdy, take a look back. Tell me what you see.
- Rowdy Yates: The painting.
- Wishbone: They'll still be after it and Mushy's got it.
- Marshal Coogan: I didn't think you were the kind of man who shreds his loyalty along with his uniform.
- Maj. Sinclair: I'm afraid I have the advantage over you, Marshal. I knew this man well once. Yeah, I'd trust him. You know why I always considered you a good soldier?
- Gil Favor: No, sir.
- Maj. Sinclair: Because once you decided on the right, you clung to it like grim death. I admire that. I'm only sorry that your idea of right and mine no longer coincide.
- Gil Favor: So am I.
- Jim Quince: Hard man to figure.
- Mushy: Sure like to know what he's covering up.
- Wishbone: Oh, you would, would you?
- Mushy: Yes, I would.
- Rowdy Yates: Where'd you get the letters?
- Wishbone: He dropped them. "Dear Charlie, I enclose a picture of Susan taken last week on her birthday
- [she was one or two]
- Wishbone: . She's a bright girl and becoming very pretty. She's asking why her Daddy never comes to see her. We tell her he's on a long trip. She wants you, Charlie. She needs you. But of course you know best. I still take flowers to Tallies' grave."
- Joe Scarlet: Well, don't stop now. Read the rest.
- Maj. Sinclair: Been a few years. What are you doing in these parts?
- Gil Favor: Trail boss, and I got a herd a few miles south of town. How did all of this happen anyway?
- Maj. Sinclair: Fortunes of war. I made the mistake of getting caught. I stayed behind after a raid to kiss a lady's hand. Sometimes gallantry can be expensive, huh?
- Gil Favor: A raid?
- Maj. Sinclair: Where my men and I find injustices, we try to correct them. Some people call us guerillas. That's an ugly word. See, we're just trying to get back a little of what the North took away from us.
- Marshal Coogan: Most of the men on your crew are from the South I take it.
- Wishbone: Some are. Why?
- Marshal Coogan: I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet and offered assistance.
- Wishbone: The men are hired on as trail drovers, not jailbreakers.
- Marshal Coogan: Suppose you let your men decide. Suppose you don't want to see Tom Sinclair strung up like a horse thief.