Chris Boldt:
Well, you strike me as a man that's looking for something and willing to pay for it.
Will Lockhart:
Well, that depends upon what the information is and who's selling it.
Chris Boldt:
Well, I ain't got no references. But anybody can tell you that Chris Boldt is a man not to be trusted. That means nobody's secrets are sacred with me.
Will Lockhart:
Uh, huh. And just who were you figuring on selling out?
Chris Boldt:
You just name 'em!
Will Lockhart:
It wouldn't be *me*, would it?
Will Lockhart:
You're just a hard, scheming old woman, aren't you?
Kate Canady:
Ugly, too.
Sheriff Tom Quigby:
It's your neck, Lockhart. If you want a Christian funeral, you'd better leave some money with the undertaker.
Dave Waggoman:
They're grazing on Barb land, aren't they?
Vic Hansbro:
So they're eating a mouthful of grass! We got plenty growing around here.
Dave Waggoman:
Alec always says: a steer swallows a mouthful of Barb grass, it becomes a Barb steer.
Will Lockhart:
Where'd an Indian get a rifle like that?
Frank Darrah:
He don't say. I don't ask.
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Will Lockhart:
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa. We'll camp here for the night.
Charley O'Leary:
We can go a coupla more miles 'fore sundown.
Will Lockhart:
We'll camp here!
Charley O'Leary:
You're the boss.
Barbara Waggoman:
Did you have any trouble getting here?
Will Lockhart:
No, we came from Laramie.
Barbara Waggoman:
Oh, is that your home?
Will Lockhart:
No, ma'am. No, I can't rightly say anyplace is my home.
Barbara Waggoman:
Oh, but everybody should have a place to remember and feel they belong to.
Will Lockhart:
Well, I-I always feel like I belong... where I am.
Vic Hansbro:
I'm sorry about this. I figured you'd kinda have your bellyful of these parts and would be anxious to get out of here.
Will Lockhart:
Yeah, well, I figure this place owes me somethin' and I'm gonna make it pay.
Vic Hansbro:
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Let me straighten you out, mister. We got enough trouble around here with the Apaches and young Dave. Now don't you go startin' any!
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Charley O'Leary:
I liked workin' for you Mr. Lockhart; I sorta hate to leave ya.
Will Lockhart:
Well, maybe this won't be the kind of work you like.
Charley O'Leary:
If it's got anything to do with who's sellin' repeating rifles to the Apaches, I'd like to help you.
Will Lockhart:
What are you stickin' your neck out for, Charley?
Charley O'Leary:
I'm a lonely man, Mr. Lockhart; so are you. I don't suppose we spoke ten words comin' down here, but I feel that I know ya, and I like what I know.
Will Lockhart:
This is the most unfriendly country I've ever been in. Why is everybody so touchy?
Barbara Waggoman:
It's a one man country and Alec Waggoman's the man.
Alec Waggoman:
I'm Alec Waggoman of the Barb. What's the reason for this?
Will Lockhart:
Ask your son!
Alec Waggoman:
I'm asking you.
Will Lockhart:
All right, go out to the salt lagoons, and you'll see twelve dead mules and three burnt wagons. They belong to me!
Alec Waggoman:
Nobody asked you to come here.
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