Sheriff Henderson: I've been expecting you, Johnny.
Johnny Concho: They wanna see me killed.
Sheriff Henderson: Yeah, I know.
Johnny Concho: They took my saddle and my horse. Everything I own. They stripped me clean.
Sheriff Henderson: Have you decided what you're gonna do?
Johnny Concho: You don't seem to understand; they took everything I had.
Sheriff Henderson: You went looking for someone to do your job for you. They went looking for what belonged to them.
Johnny Concho: There must be somebody in this town. I remember when Red was alive, everybody said what a great guy he was. Now that he's dead, they act like they never even heard of him.
Sheriff Henderson: You know, Johnny, it isn't often you get the chance to meet the man who killed your own brother.
Johnny Concho: What am I supposed to do? He's a professional killer. That's his business. I wouldn't stand a chance against him.
Sheriff Henderson: No, not much. It's gettin' darker.
Johnny Concho: Is that all you've got to say?
Sheriff Henderson: Well, to tell the truth, Johnny, you got so little time left, I don't figure you oughta waste it talking.
Johnny Concho: I can't outdraw a gunslinger. I'd get killed.
Sheriff Henderson: Most likely.
