- [first lines]
- Tommy Brown: What you stop for, Mom?
- Amelia Brown: Look ahead there, Tommy. That's where you were born.
- Tommy Brown: It's awful sorry lookin'.
- Amelia Brown: Well, you're gonna live there, Tommy, in that house. No more runnin' away from unfriendly folks.
- Amelia Brown: Go over there and get me that axe. I'm going to chop this tree down.
- Tommy Brown: Ma, why?
- Amelia Brown: It belongs to the *decent* citizens of Silver City. They branded it their hangin' tree.
- Tommy Brown: Howdy. Appears like you're the sheriff.
- Clay McCord: No, I'm the deputy marshal.
- Tommy Brown: Boy, I bet you you're fast on the draw.
- [pretending he's wearing a holster, Tommy whips out an imaginary pistol and points his finger at Clay]
- Tommy Brown: Bang-bang! Bang-bang!
- Clay McCord: Hey hey hey hey! Be careful where you point that thing.
- Clay McCord: I figured the only way to handle this is exactly the way you would.
- Marshal Simon Fry: How's that?
- Clay McCord: Well, I already wired Phoenix and Mesa. Amelia lived in both them places like she claimed. Well, I figure her interests lies in the lynchin', the school, the roof or the loot.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Got a first pick?
- Clay McCord: Yeah. Well, like I say, I been thinkin' like you would. Now if you was a widow, I figure you'd be set on recoverin' the loot first.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Dang if some of my oneryness ain't rubbed off on you after all.
- Clay McCord: You got plenty to spare.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Who else you got tucked away back there?
- Clay McCord: Ah, Chuck Burloyne.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Burloyne! I thought he was tucked away safe in Tannersville.
- Clay McCord: Oh, it seems he busted loose the night after I went up there to ask him some questions.
- Marshal Simon Fry: That so? I never heard of anyone bustin' out of Tannersville except with some outside help.
- Clay McCord: Well, he got help from me and the warden.
- Marshal Simon Fry: You better explain that. How did the warden get into it?
- Clay McCord: Had to talk to him mighty persuasive, but I kept sayin' to myself, "This is the way Simon would do it."
- Marshal Simon Fry: You sayin' I would arrange for a prisoner to break jail?
- Clay McCord: You sure would! If he could lead you to five thousand dollars of stolen money.
- [last lines]
- Clay McCord: It turns out Burloyne lynched him, tryin' to make him tell where the money was hid. He was real obligin' with his confession. Claimed he just meant to coax Lem a little, but the horse bolted.
- Marshal Simon Fry: It was real obligin' tellin' you that.
- Clay McCord: Oh, well, me and Sarge might have persuaded him a little - knowin' how you'd have gone about it. You want to hear about it?
- Marshal Simon Fry: If you was goin' about it like me, I don't want to hear about it ever! Don't want anyone disturbin' my sleep, 'cause I gotta get started for Flagstaff with my prisoner in the mornin'.