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[after a drunken Kid Sheleen shoots at a target on the barn
] Clay Boone
: He did it! He missed the barn!
: I've never seen a man get through a day so fast.
: We can't hold up the train. Cat
: Why not? Clay Boone
: Lots of reasons. Cat
: Name 'em. Clay Boone
: We're rustlers, not train robbers. Cat
: Well, if people didn't try something new, there wouldn't be hardly any progress at all.
: What's your name, so I can vote for you in the next election?
: Ma'am, I can understand your objection to rustlin' - a girl with your background and gentle upbringing - but it's the only way we can raise money. Cat
: No it's not. Clay Boone
: Well, what do you think we ought to do that's fittin' and proper? Cat
: Rob a train.
: I think we'll go to St. Louis. Cat
: St. Louis? Clay Boone
: Yeah, St. Louis! City on the Missouri, railhead of the Santa Fe, jump off for the Oregon Trail - producers of beef, beer, shoes and, ah, good times.
[Jackson slugs Clay
] Clay Boone
: Well, what was that for? Jackson Two-Bears
: Well, everyone else was doin' it. I got the right to share in the fun without regard to race, creed or color according to the Fourteenth Amendment.
: I thought you were lying. Clay Boone
: You mean I wasn't?
: What are you doing here? Clay Boone
: Looking for you. Cat
: But you're an outlaw. Clay Boone
: Sure am! Got a price on my head! Cat
: Shh... Clay Boone
: Twenty five dollars for Jed, thirty five dollars for me. Ha ha! Jed
: I want to thank you ma'am for all your help with my nephew and I.
: Stay here with us. There's somebody trying to kill my father. Jed
: No. Clay Boone
: Jed... Cat
: Jed. Jed
: We'll stay, ma'am, it'll be our pleasure to do what we can. Cat
: We don't need him them. Clay Boone
: I think you do. My Uncle here ain't never shot at a man. It's against his principles. Cat
: Is that true? Jed
: Oh yes, ma'am, that's true. Neither has he. Clay Boone
: But we'll stay and do what we can. As long as there ain't no trouble.
: Hold on. ma'am. Clay Boone
: Listen, Miss Ballou.
: Come on, jump. Jed
: Jump? Clay Boone
: Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!