- Kyle Richards: You want to know where Torbit is? Well, I'll tell you - locked up in jail for puttin' a bullet in my sister, a fourteen-year-old girl who never did a mean thing in her life... shot down in cold blood by Les Torbit! You might as well forget it, Mister, because if she dies, he'll swing from a tree.
- Sheriff: Wait a minute - don't I know you?
- Bill Longley: Could be.
- Sheriff: Bill Longley... The Texan.
- Les Torbit: This morning some of my steers were grazing in the lower section, the range we've been fighting over. Kyle Richards spotted 'em. He sat there in his saddle on top of that ridge and just shot 'em down. I went crazy, started blazing away - so did Richards. It was Vicksburg all over again... only this time you weren't with me.
- Kyle Richards: Nobody could kill both Bray brothers unless he drew first!
- Sheriff: Nobody but The Texan.
- Kyle Richards: I don't care what he calls himself - he's a hired gun!
- Sheriff: His gun's not for hire. Everybody in Texas knows that.