High Spade Frankie Wilson:
Well, that's the way it was. The old man sired two sons. One was no good... never any good. Robbed a bank... a stagecoach. Then when he came home and wanted to hide out, the old man wouldn't go for it. So Dutch shot him... in the back.

Sgt. Wilkes:
You're a man after my own stamp. Wish we'd have had you with us at Bull Run. We might not have run so fast.

Lin McAdam:
Well, I wanna tell you something. I was with you at Bull Run. So was High-Spade.

High-Spade Frankie Wilson:
Only we was on the other side.

Waco Johnnie Dean:
What was I saying?

Lola Manners:
You were talking about yourself.

Waco Johnnie Dean:
Where did I stop?

Lola Manners:
You didn't. But you can now. I already know all about Waco Johnnie Dean, the fastest gun in Texas.

Waco Johnnie Dean:
Texas? Lady, why limit me?

High-Spade Frankie Wilson:
Did you ever wonder what he'd think about you hunting down Dutch Henry?

Lin McAdam:
He'd understand. He taught me to hunt.

High-Spade Frankie Wilson:
Not men. Hunting for food, that's alright. Hunting a man to kill him? You're beginning to like it.

Lin McAdam:
That's where you're wrong. I don't like it. Some things a man has to do, so he does 'em.

High-Spade Frankie Wilson:
Where's that Steve boy? Drinkin' whiskey?

Lola Manners:
He's dead.

High-Spade Frankie Wilson:
Sudden, wasn't it?

Lola Manners:
Very. He was killed by that gentleman standing at the bar. The one that's looking at us.

High-Spade Frankie Wilson:
Don't seem right for people to go around killing nice folks like . . .

Lola Manners:
He's not "people". He's Waco Johnnie Dean.