- [first lines]
- [scenes of Ace Gentry's gang shooting up a town and robbing a train are shown]
- Marshal Simon Fry: [narrating] That was the Arizona Territory in 1880 and I was it's chief marshal. It had been weeks since that Ace Gentry gang had held up that train before we got a line on them. Then a telegram had come to my office in Prescott - two men hauling supplies to wherever it was the gang was holed up. I could have cut them off anywhere along the line, but I chose Silver City.
- Marshal Simon Fry: You're under arrest.
- Blight: What for?
- [Blight spits into the dry streambed]
- Marshal Simon Fry: You're under arrest for polutin' the stream.
- Blight: There ain't no water in there!
- Marshal Simon Fry: The law don't say anything about water.
- Herk Lamson: What excuse shall I put in the book for holding them?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Protective custody. They'll need it if Ace finds out they talked.
- Clay McCord: Ever cross your mind that if nobody carried a shooting iron, there wouldn't be no shootin'?
- Customer: Mister, I came in here for some service, not a sermon.
- Clay McCord: You say it's shooting a little high and to the left?
- Customer: Yeah, that's right.
- [Clay fires six times, breaking a stick with each shot]
- Clay McCord: Well, it must be you shootin' high and a little to the left, not the Colt - it's beaded dead on. Now you take my advice and don't reload that thing. You'll be better off.
- Marshal Simon Fry: [to Clay] When a man's as good with a gun as you are, he's only got two choices in life. He either makes his living breaking the law or enforcing it.
- Clay McCord: I got no interest in the Ace Gentry gang.
- [several shots ricochet nearby]
- Marshal Simon Fry: You have now.
- Marshal Simon Fry: I'm goin' after eight killers and all you're worried about is will you get your stinkin' groceries back?
- Clay McCord: Well, if you don't come back, Simon, I'll forget about payment. It'll be worth it.
- [Fry and mcCord are trapped in an abandoned mine by Ace Gentry's outlaw gang]
- Marshal Simon Fry: It's just like old times, isn't it, Clay?
- Clay McCord: Too much like old times.
- [Simon shoots a mud-covered, knife-wielding combatant in the hand]
- Clay McCord: Well, you gun-crazy foo! You didn't even know which one of us you was shootin' at!
- Marshal Simon Fry: I figured a busted hand was worth more than takin' the gamble you had the knife - and I was right.
- Clay McCord: But that would have been my gun hand!
- Marshal Simon Fry: What do you care? You're all the time sayin' you aren't goin' to use it no more anyway.
- Clay McCord: Simon, it ain't just the gettin' killed I don't like - it's the killin', too. You never could understand that, could you?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Nope - not when it's killin' varmints like them.
- Marshal Simon Fry: I've got another wagonload of supplies like this impounded up in Herk's office. I'll get somebody over in Prescott to send it to you for a reward.
- Clay McCord: If you just stay in your office up in Prescott, that'll be reward enough for me.
- [last lines]
- Clay McCord: Well, here's your badge, Marshal. Consider me unsworn.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Aw, why don't you keep it. You never know when you might be using it again.
- Marshal Simon Fry: [narrating] Clay kept it. We both knew he'd be using it again.