Marshal Frank Dollar: Dave, you ever decide to sell that bay, let me know.
Dave Blassingame: You lost your chance there, Frank. I'm takin' him over to Coarse Gold. Old Man Turner is gonna give me $100 for that horse and he's gonna give me a job smoothin' out his rough string, too, so in three more days I'm going to be in the High Country - no more of your hot beer, no more lizards and I guess you pilgrims are gonna have to struggle along without me.
Old Man: Did you ever hear about the "Six Trooper Massacre?" Happened around here somewheres about '69.
Dave Blassingame: Can't say I have.
Old Man: Chiricahua war party jumped a cavalry patrol. There were six of 'em escortin' a payroll to Huachuaca. They were way out-numbered, but this sergeant in charge had time to bury the payroll before the devils skinned his head. Never did locate it. Close to $30,000 dollars in government gold pieces.
Dave Blassingame: Them Indians ever find it?
Old Man: Mister, with that much gold, them Apaches would have loaded up on whiskey and guns and raided East and tooken back New York.
Marshal Frank Dollar: Rest in peace, Dave
Dave Blassingame: What are you tryin' to say?
Marshal Frank Dollar: Here beneath this monument lies the late Dave Blassingame. Priced by himself in the face of all creation at eight thousand seven hundred and sixty dollars cash money.
Dave Blassingame: I guess you called it.
Marshal Frank Dollar: Is it enough?
Dave Blassingame: Well, it ain't bad for a fiddlefoot cowhand with nothin' but a man's strength and awkwardness to draw on. Yeah, it's enough, Frank.