- Dulcey Coopersmith: Do you know a man named Purcell? Logan Purcell?
- Francis Wilde: Do we! He's a tough customer.
- Angus MacGregor: Aye, and that bunch of ruffians he runs with - very unpleasant indeed.
- Dulcey Coopersmith: Outlaws?
- Francis Wilde: Sort of like Quantrill's Raiders.
- Angus MacGregor: But smaller and meaner. For years they've been hitting every isolated Indian village in the Outlet, leeching off their food and hides.
- Dulcey Coopersmith: And now their blood.
- Marshal Jim Crown: There seems to me there's something especially female flittin' around in that brain of yours.
- Dulcey Coopersmith: No, just the usual female nonsense.
- Marshal Jim Crown: I'll bet there is.
- Angus MacGregor: Aye, a strange girl that one - deep, wild...
- Francis Wilde: Yeah, but what a story this is going to be, Mac...
- Angus MacGregor: Jim's gonna have his hands full with her.
- Francis Wilde: Raised by Indians, enslaved by outlaws...
- Angus MacGregor: And he doesn't even suspect it yet, I warrant.
- Francis Wilde: ...risked her own life to shelter him and nurse him back to health...
- Angus MacGregor: But it's plain to see - shines out of her eyes every time she looks at him.
- Francis Wilde: ...then discovery - flight - a dramatic escape!
- Angus MacGregor: The girl's fallen in love with him - that means trouble!
- Francis Wilde: That's a perfect happy ending! Mac, sometimes I don't think you know what you're talkin' about.
- Angus MacGregor: Happy endings indeed. Frances, you're daft!
- Marshal Jim Crown: Your Purcell's squaw, that's who you are.
- Heller: I'm no Indian!
- Marshal Jim Crown: He stole you out of a Tepee. Just like he steels everything else.
- Town Kid, Town Kid: [Pointing at Heller] Injun squaw, Injun squaw, Injun squaw, Injun squaw!
- Dulcey Coopersmith: Go away you nasty little children! Now go away!
- Town Kid, Town Kid: Injun squaw!
- Heller: I'm going back!
- Dulcey Coopersmith: Nonsense their just stupid little children. Now don't pay them any attention. Now come on. Come on.