Bill Gibson: Fools! Jug-headed fools! Coming out here in Apache country like they was taking a ride down a city street back East. They never learn until they're dead, and then it don't make no never mind. Capt. Gannon: Walker, were you ever in the Army? Jim Walker: I rode with Hood. Capt. Gannon: I had you figured for a Reb.
: But that's all behind us, Captain. I fight no wars for a lost cause. Bill Gibson: It seems like the Army is always nearby, but never there. Bill Gibson: Kind of close back there. That little sidewinder was about to draw down on you. Jim Walker: Oh, he was just looking to carve another notch in his gun. Jim Walker: Do you know what the word 'Apache' means? It means enemy. A twenty-four hours a day enemy. An enemy that's anything that walks on two legs. Jim Walker: As mean as they come. Bill Gibson: Yeah. I've seen them take a man and cut his feet an make him walk on cactus. And that is merely before they begin to torture him. Jim Walker: I had a partner once who got caught by some of Victorio's Mescaleros. They staked him out on an ant hill, slit his eyelids and then let nature take it's course. [Vance bridles under Toby Jack's needling] Vance Buckner: You know, someday I'm going to get tired of you talking and make you pull that gun. And that will be the last thing you ever do. Jess Cooney: Now, he don't mean nothing, Vance. He's young. He'll learn. Vance Buckner: He better or he won't get older. Jim Walker: Little man...big mouth. Toby Jack Saunders: Big man...big gun. Now, do you want to see how big? Hoyt Taylor: I'm Hoyt Taylor, District Manager for Butterfield. We have a stage going to Lawrenceburg at noon. Just because you ran into Indians back there doesn't mean we'll run into trouble ahead. Isn't that right? Bill Gibson: If I know Apaches, there'll be a heap of trouble everywhere. Toby Jack Saunders: If that stagecoach don't leave, we are going to be in a lot of trouble. We're going to lose a lot of money. Jess Cooney: Yeah, I know. But if those Apaches is on the warpath, I don't aim to end toes up to the sun with a lance through my grizzard for a tombstone. Hoyt Taylor: I wonder why she hid out in a place like Apache Wells. Henry Belden: Well, she'll find nothing but contempt and scorn in this territory. Her reputation goes ahead of her. Hoyt Taylor: And lingers after.