[a pretty girl running up the trail knocks Dusty over]
Callahan: Wait, wait! Hold on here, young lady! Now wait! Nobody's going to hurt you.
Priscilla: Oh, it's not you. It's them!
Priscilla: Those people back there. They ran me out of town.
Callahan: Oh, now, why in the world would anybody want to run a pretty thing like you out of town?
Priscilla: They say that bad things happen when I'm around... because I'm a witch! Do you think I'm a witch?
Callahan: Well, of course you're not a witch.
[a violent thunderstorm suddenly strikes]