Jemal David: A few years ago, that man was master of one of the biggest plantations in Virginia. He owned over a hundred slaves. Crystal... horses... white linen on the table every meal.
Sheriff Rayburn: Why, you came down just as long a road. Six yeaers ago, you was a slave, couldn't read, couldn't write. You told me once you was a stake at a poker game - more'n once.
Jemal David: Guess we both came a long road - up or down.
Sheriff Rayburn: Funny how you two hooked up and three months later you're still ridin' with him. Ever ask yourself why?
Jemal David: Yeah.
Sheriff Rayburn: Why?
Jemal David: No reason. No reason a'tall... except...
Sheriff Rayburn: What? You work good together?
Jemal David: Well, if you need a reason, that's as good as any.
Earl Corey: Come on, let's ride out of here. It's not our town; it's not our work!
Jemal David: You're forgettin' about Sheriff Rayburn. He was my friend.
Earl Corey: Oh, so that's why you're doin' it? For good old Sheriff Rayburn, heh-heh. Who you think you're foolin' with that kind of talk?
Jemal David: All right, when he was shot it cost me five hundred dollars. That makes it my work!
Earl Corey: And I'm still sayin' that's not all of it. I'm sayin' that you're beginnin' to like to view from up there. From up there wherever you think that badge puts ya! And now you're bound to hang an innocent man just 'cause he don't like the color of your skin!