Black Saddle1959

Marshal Gib Scott:
How's Santa Fe?

Clay Culhane:
Same as ever.

Marshal Gib Scott:
How's Nora?

Clay Culhane:
Walking on velvet.

Marshal Gib Scott:
Does that mean she got the mail franchise?

Clay Culhane:
She got it.

Marshal Gib Scott:
Well, that's fine!

Clay Culhane:
I've been trying to talk her out of running that freight line.

Marshal Gib Scott:
Why?

Clay Culhane:
It's no job for a woman.

Marshal Gib Scott:
Well, Nora's different.

Clay Culhane:
Not THAT different.

Marshal Gib Scott:
You don't know when you're well off, Cuhane. As long as she has the freight line to fool around with, she'll be happy. There'll be no more of this loco talk about waltzing off to San Francisco.

Clay Culhane:
I figured you might help me talk her out of it, Gib.

Marshal Gib Scott:
Oh, no sir! Not me. I'm proud of her!

Clay Culhane:
I might have known you would be.