- [first lines]
- Trigger Bidwell: Nice private war going on down there.
- Cal Benedict: Yeah, but the odds aren't exactly even.
- [Cal scans the gunfight with his field glasses]
- Cal Benedict: Well, whataya know, Trigger. One of those gents is an old friend of ours.
- Trigger Bidwell: Who is it?
- Cal Benedict: Bart Drummond.
- Trigger Bidwell: Drummond! Why that's the yahoo we been lookin' for!
- Cal Benedict: We'll drop in on him.
- Karl Holbrook: Why, you're not goin' to leave me tied up out here!
- Trigger Bidwell: Don't worry, Bob, nothin's gonna hurt you. You're so ornery, not even a coyote would bite you.
- Karl Holbrook: Now you look here...
- [Cal stuffs a gag in his mouth]
- Karl Holbrook: Mmmph! MMMPH!
- Trigger Bidwell: Whatja say? Oh, that's right!