- Lucille Reding: He throws a pretty tall shadow, doesn't he?
- George Reed: Not so tall that I can't put some daylight through it.
- Clay McCord: What reward?
- Marshal Simon Fry: The two hundred dollars they're offerin' for this hombre.
- [Simon hands Clay a wanted poster]
- Clay McCord: The Cherokee Kid? Don't be funny, Simon. He's still got eight years to serve in the territorial prison.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Night before last he figured he'd done enough time - killed a guard and broke out.
- [last lines]
- Marshal Simon Fry: Maybe Clay McCord will go back to storekeepin' someday, and I'll lose the best deputy a Chief Marshal ever had. Until he does, a lot of needy people are going to wind up with the reward money he earns and a lot fo outlaws are going to wind up in jail because he earned it.