- Marshal Simon Fry: I'm a man with problems, Clay. The Territorial Commissioner's assistant is coming over here now with more complaints about how I'm running this office. As a matter of fact, you might be able to help me.
- Clay McCord: You start that deputy talk, Simon, and this friendly visit's going to end up real frosty.
- [Simon sticks another colored pin into his map of Arizona]
- Marshal Simon Fry: It's getting closer to home, Clay.
- Jordan: Just what is all that, Mr. Fry.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Everyone of them beads is a different job done by the same gang - red's for trains, white's for banks, green is for stages. I've been checkin' them out. Seems like the big operators like Ringo, Brocius and Billy the Kid haven't been seen in the usual places lately.
- Jordan: What does that mean?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Well, it don't mean they're dead or we'd have heard and knowin' them varmints like I do, I'm not about to hope they retired from law-breakin'... so I'm about to come to the conclusion that they're all in this together.
- Herk Lamson: What happened to your hands?
- Clay McCord: Burned - that bunch down there meant to barbeque me all over.
- Herk Lamson: They oughta know better to play with fire.
- Clay McCord: It was them that did the playin'.
- Clay McCord: Construction gang a coupla miles back - borrowed this from 'em... Dynamite!
- Herk Lamson: Aw, them new-fangled things. They make me nervous.
- Clay McCord: Wait'll you see what it makes them.
- [Clay lights the fuse on the dynamite and watches it burn]
- Clay McCord: What are you waitin' for?
- Clay McCord: If this lands and don't go right off, there's one of them outlaws that's crazy enough to pick it up and throw it back here.
- Herk Lamson: Looks like to me the crazy ones aren't on their side!