- Narrator: Sometimes he ran into people like that. They had the wrong idea, but it didn't pay to try and put them straight. Bounty hunting wasn't too bad a way to live. You got to see a lot of the country. You met a lot of people and it was better than digging in the dirt or standing on his feet all day back of a bank counter. It was a living and now and then a good one. His income came from finding lost brothers and runaway husbands. Josh liked the life and it seemed to like him.
- [first lines]
- Sheriff: [Josh Randall tears down a wanted poster, crumples it, and drops it on the ground] That poster was put up there for people to see.
- Josh Randall: I saw it.
- Sheriff: I don't have another copy.
- Josh Randall: I do.
- [Pats shirt pocket]
- Josh Randall: There's no need for anybody else to see that. Nate Phillips belongs to me.
- Sheriff: Hmm... know where he is?
- Josh Randall: Not to pinpoint, but I'll find 'im.
- Sheriff: You talk big. The world's a large place.
- Josh Randall: Not that large. He's a man. There's nowhere he can lay down his feet that I can't walk. I'll find 'im.
- Sheriff: What's gonna happen when you do find 'im?
- Josh Randall: Maybe we better not talk about that, Sheriff. If I told ya, you'd run me right outta town.
- Josh Randall: After all, we... we both got the same kind of job.
- Hoby Gilman: Oh?
- Josh Randall: Sure. We're both on the same side of the fence. Now the only difference is you bring 'em in for the law, and I do it for the reward.
- Hoby Gilman: There's one other difference.
- Josh Randall: How's that?
- Hoby Gilman: I don't enjoy it.
- Narrator: Big Bend, Texas wasn't much of a town - a wide spot on a road where cattlemen and ranchers met and lived. The wealth that ran underground hadn't been discovered yet, and most people still believed that the only way to live good was to work hard. One man who didn't go along with this thought was Josh Randall. Josh had ridden a long trail. He'd come half way across Texas, but he had a special reason to be in Big Bend.