- Lieutenant: Fifty six thousand, four hundred twenty three dollars and ninety six cents - payroll for Fort Supply and Camp Cook. Sign right here.
- Marshal Jim Crown: What's the ninety six cents for?
- Lieutenant: Second Lieutenant's salary for a month.
- Francis Wilde: Lookin' for a job?
- Kid: Nope - lookin' for gold.
- Francis Wilde: Gold in the Cherokee Strip?
- Kid: Well, why not?
- Francis Wilde: I never heard of a trace of it found around here.
- Kid: Well, they never heard of gold in California until they discovered it.
- Fargo Jones: Farmer's Almanac? You fixin' to be a sodbuster?
- Darcy: Well, a man's got to know when to reap his corp, Fargo. It says here that it's a perfect night for it - no moon, balck as the devil's own soul.
- Fargo Jones: You'd know.
- Darcy: Yeah, well, he's a personal friend of mine.
- Angus MacGregor: You picked the wrong man. Old Grimey prefers horses to men.
- Darcy: Oh. Maybe that's 'cause he smells so much like one, huh?
- Malachi Grimes: I'd rather smell like a horse than a polecat any day. I never met a horse yet that would lie or steal or kill people.
- Malachi Grimes: Boy, don't you know that nobody, rich or poor, gets anyplace but to the grave? Don't matter whether a man gets in life, it's how he makes the trip.
- Malachi Grimes: Anyhow, you gotta admit that I'm right about one thing and that's where a man gets.
- Kid: Yeah, I guess so.
- Malachi Grimes: Tell me, boy - how are you plannin' on makin' the trip?
- [Crown killed Darcy after the outlaw shot Grimes]
- Kid: He always said the devil takes care of his own.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Yeah, he might be findin' out right about now.
- Malachi Grimes: Boys, you midnd seein' that I don't find out?