My people have a custom: when you save a life, you own that life. I am your servant. I am your brother.
I already have a brother and I don't want a servant... particularly some bogus Indian who thinks he's Sitting Bull!
Standing Bear! And my life belong to you.
I don't want it!
You got it, pilgrim!
Well, there's no law against buying votes. Some of the folks around here need the money more than they need the choice. That's just the way it's done now. Now if you'll excuse me...
Well, M.L. says you should give longer speeches.
So she has told me more than once. Speech-making and hand-shaking don't have anything to do with being a good sheriff. When I came to this town, they didn't even have elections. I ran off the Bannavich Gang and they hired me. It was as simple as that. Now a man has to kiss babies... among other things.