- Rowdy Yates: Who are you?
- John Day: Why, just call me my name. Rivers. A good way to remember is think of something you have yet to cross.
- Gil Favor: You really figure firing him's gonna do any good? Where would you rather have him? Here with the herd where you can keep an eye on him? Or up in the hills where he can take a potshot at ya?
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, maybe you're right.
- Gil Favor: Well, well, during the year I'm bound to hit one or two right, law of averages, you know.
- Rowdy Yates: Gol-lee!
- John Day: Dirt! Hitting your coffin top! Once you hear that sound, nothing in this world ever sounds the same. They buried me in shallow; they dug me up quick!
- Gil Favor: You stood up, didn't yah? You don't seem to realise, to stand up when you're half-scared to death, that's the only time it counts.
- Wishbone: Well, it's just the way it is out here; men die. Of course, I know we'd be a lot better off and live a lot longer if we was holed up in some nice little town with a nicey-nice little job, and eating our porridge and drinking our tea and hiding under the bed when the wind comes up. But we're not. We're drovers. And there's dying mixed up in it. If we can't face that, well, we just shouldn't ought to be drovers.