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: I'm trying to teach them respect for the law. The law says that before a man dies, at least he gets a trial. These two-bit gunmen are setting themselves up as judge and jury! Now look... if that's the way you want it, you can have this badge. And this town.
: Does a killer deserve some kind of special courtesy?
: As for your children, Silverton can look forward to a fine crop of quick-draw killers. When he's old enough for a real gun, maybe he'll kill most of those kids. Then he'll wait around until someone with a faster gun kills him.
: I made a decision, General, that may have blackened the name of McCord, but it preserved the work of a great soldier and Statesman. I stand by the decision.
: ...It's easy to light a stick of dynamite as long as it explodes somewhere else. Have any of you gentlemen ever seen an Indian war? A Massacre? Have you ever seen women run through with spears? Your best friend's scalp hanging on a feathered stick, the whole town running red with blood? Well, that's what you're asking for, and that's what you'll be responsible for if you break that treaty!
: You lost an arm, so what? If you force all the people in the territory to give up their land, will that make you a whole man again? You better take a good look at yourself before you loose what little humanity you have left.
: I can see how a man might leap upon mountains and skip over hills.
: Pointing that gun is one thing, but pulling the trigger is another.
: But how will killing me get you to Paris? Johnny Dolan
: After I've killed you, I can BUY Paris.
: You HIRED a female assassin. Now Mr. Greeley, you are a wise and influential man, but your judgment of employees... especially women... leaves a lot to be desired.
: Mr. Greeley, I'll still read your newspaper, but if you don't mind, I think I'll vote for Grant.
: There's no place I ever go where somebody's father or uncle or brother or son has been at Bitter Creek.
: I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Give me that saber!
: The governor won't listen to me. Jason McCord
: How can the governor listen if you don't speak?
: Have you ever seen an animal cry? A tear is a fact, Major. Proof. Only a human animal has a soul that can make him cry. Red Hand has proven he's a person. And now his wife and his child can stand up in any court of law and make you answer for this.
: I'm not going! I don't need her anymore. This is MY land. I own it now. Jason McCord
: All right, Jimmy, you live with your land! And when the first hurt comes, you let the land hold you and comfort you. You let the land feed you and dress you. The land! Will the land love you, Jimmy? Will the land nurse your bruises? Will it mend your torn shirts? Will it listen to your problems? Son, your father was a good man. But he made a mistake in not telling you and the whole world how much Neela meant to him. Don't you make the same mistake.
: Too bad so many people are accepted for what they have, and not what they are.
: Boy, they sure did pile you high. How far up do you go? Jason McCord
: If you mean how tall am I, six foot six, Mr. Thorpe.
: Now look, Thorp... Barbed wire is the future of the beef business. You can accept that, or you can fight it and soak the range with blood and fill the cemeteries. But you'll still lose, Thorp. Because post holes can be dug faster than graves and no man in history has yet stopped new ideas and new ways, you remember that.
: You'll have to stand up to them, boy. I'll back you. Deputy Sheriff Clay Holden
: You'll back me? Listen mister, I love this town and I love these people. If I thought I had a chance, I'd fight them; but what am I gonna fight them with? Women? Old folks? Kids? You say you'll back me. I know your reputation too, Mr. McCord. How do I know your promise is worth anymore than his? Jason McCord
: Look son, there are some lines from a poem. They go like this: For everyone there's a time to decide. That's when the brave man chosses, and the coward steps aside.
Deputy Sheriff Clay Holden
: You know what you said about how a brave man makes a choice and a coward steps aside? Jason McCord
: I remember. Deputy Sheriff Clay Holden
: Well, I still don't understand why you let men talk about you the way they do, but I do know that you made a choice. You're not the kind of a man that steps aside. Jason McCord
: Well... Good-bye. And good luck, Mr. Holdon.
: Maybe I should have relieved him earlier... weeks earlier when I first knew. Maybe I put friendship ahead of duty. Maybe I am responsible... even more than General Reed.
: Nobody could ever take those letters away from you. John was alive when he wrote them, when he wrote of his love for you. That love will always be alive because your alive, and its part of you.
: What is your name Mister? Jason McCord
: Jason McCord Beckett
: Jason McCord? From Bitter Creek? Jason McCord
: Just Jason McCord!
: There's something you don't understand, Wateekah. All men are brothers. The color of their skin doesn't have anything to do with the side that he fights on. Chief Wateekah
: We shall see... brother!
General Joshua McCord
: I'm sick of being behind the lines while you out there where the action is going on! Gotta keep an offensive mounted, boy! The minute a man sits back and warms his heels, the minute the enemy starts creeping up on him. I can feel him sniffing around, close at hand. Listen... Do you hear anything? Jason McCord
: Not a thing General Joshua McCord
: That's him... that's the enemy! Time... you sit there, and he bellies up on you from behind, and then... whack!
: I served under the Captain at Shiloh, Fredericksburg, and in the Comanche wars. Charles Briswell
: But fortunately, not at Bitter Creek. Jason McCord
: As I recall, you lost two good friends at Bitter Creek. Lt. Shanley
: As I recall, you lost thirty.
: And as for you worthy citizens of McKinnley. You've got a friend to bury too - a friend all of you helped kill by refusing to uphold the law.
: Now use it! You live with the memory of it. Let the nightmare of it tear you apart for the rest of your life. You see if it sets things right with you.
: It looks like you have too much wagon and not enough horse.
: What about him, Frank? What about your son? Oh, he'll stay with you. And he'll run with you. But why, Frank? Because he loves you? No, because he loves a memory. The memory of a father he had for ten years before you left him in that orphanage. Yes, he'll stay with you, Frank. And if you're caught, he'll stand with you on another scaffold in another place and he'll die with you. Why Frank? Don't you want a chance to prove to him that you've changed? Talk to him, Frank. Talk to him now.
: My son steals your gold and you are sorry? Jason McCord
: My sympathy is for you, Senora.
: Mr. McCord, of course. And Seward. Would that be the same man who talked Washington into buying that worthless iceberg? Jason McCord
: If you mean Alaska, yes. Hotel Clerk
: Well, I heard we paid seven million for... Jason McCord
: You've got good hearing. I hope you heard my message.
: Let us hope the battle of Bitter Creek may now be over, Captain McCord. It is a black mark white men will never let the apache forget. Jason McCord
: They won't let me forget it either.
: Maybe my husband was misjudged too. Jason McCord
: Maybe he was and maybe he wasn't, that isn't important. Your test didn't prove or disprove his courage. But what it did prove is that you want to put him back in your life. That is important. Do it... Mrs. Hackett.
: Is that how you want history to end this story? With a senseless murder? John Wilkes Booth shot down a great man. He'll go down in infamy. Edwin Booth... Shot down a dog and he went to the gallows for it. Well, what's it to be... tragedy or some cheap catch-penny melodrama? The last act is up to you, Edwin Booth.
: I lived through a massacre that took everybody else in our company. I've never been able to figure out why. Jed Colbee
: Must have been some experience. Sounds something like Bitter Creek. Jason McCord
: It was Bitter Creek. Jed Colbee
: Well, like you said... only one man came back. Major? Captain? Jason McCord
: Captain. Jason McCord.
: I want to thank you again... for myself, for the army, and for the United States treasury. Jason McCord
: Well, I guess the gold is important, but smashing an outfit like the Knights of Liberty may do a lot more good in the long run. You know, men like that don't really threaten us. They certainly do dirty us. Major Meade
: Well, sometimes we do a little dirtying ourselves... as in your case. I'll be reporting to President Grant. Any message? Jason McCord
: Yes. Tell him it took seven years, but we finally won the Battle of Cemetery Ridge
Gen. Ulysses S. Grant
: No, not my leg... and not that fever from Panama, nor the ague or this headache... this thundering headache... the pounding boots of a thousand ghostly battalions battering at this brain... The men I sent to die... the men I will... those like you. Do you know what it's like to bury four thousand men in one grave? I do. Jason McCord
: General, someone has to give those orders. There's no one we'd rather follow.
: Every choice a man makes opens some doors and closes others.
: Captain. Jason McCord
: Mister! Richard Bain
: I've got a question. Jason McCord
: I've got a headache.
: Hey McCord, you busy? Jason McCord
: Huh? Ann Williams
: Commere. You know, I'm a newspaper editor, right? Jason McCord
: Uh huh Ann Williams
: Well, I got a couple presses and a fair circulation... and a nice piece of land outside of town that might just be right for a small house. You interested? Jason McCord
: I'm interested. I'm very interested!
Phineas T. Barnum
: Big fella, do you think that Napeleon and Abe Lincoln would sue me? Jason McCord
: Not very well, they're dead. Phineas T. Barnum
: So are you, McCord, now that you've made the history pages. And as far as the law is concerned, you are as dead and as extinct as a dodo bird.
: You THE Jason McCord? Jason McCord
: I'm Jason McCord. The Sheriff
: You mean that fella Duncan trusted you with ten thousand of his money? Jason McCord
: He knows me.
: A wish... Wishes do come true sometimes. Aaron Shields
: Wishes come true when men stop dreaming and work for them. Jason McCord
: Well, they have a better chance of coming true when men stop hating each other for no reason. You know, Mr. Shields, people may look different, act different, talk different, but if you look inside them deep enough, you'll see yourself.
: A man is as big or small as other people think.