- Wishbone: I'm the camp cook, I'm the camp doctor, I'm the camp barber, I'm even the camp blacksmith. I can't be the camp fortune teller.
- Gil Favor: When a man's pushing ornery cows over the Sedalia Trail, he's gotta hope for the best, expect the worse. You never know what the cows'll do - it keeps a man jumping, always on the watch. But I wouldn't trade the job. I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.
- Gil Favor: You all right Rowdy?
- Rowdy Yates: Oh sure, I got a new part in my hair, but I'm all right.
- Rowdy Yates: You think they mean to let us leave?
- Gil Favor: One thing's for sure. They're not letting us ride out of this town very far in broad daylight.
- Rowdy Yates: Why?
- Gil Favor: You notice the difference between their guns and ours?
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah. You mean the difference between a rifle and a 6-gun?
- Gil Favor: Catch up with us in open country, pick us off like prairie dogs without a hole to hide in.
- Wishbone: This warthog complaining hoarse than ever about my chow.
- Rowdy Yates: Look at this, Mr Favor. Biscuits with weevils in 'em. That's what he's trying to feed us.
- Wishbone: The way he talks, you'd think I put them weevils in that flour myself.
- Rowdy Yates: Well, you could've sifted them out.
- Wishbone: I ain't a flour sifter, I'm a cook.
- Rowdy Yates: You're keeping that a secret.
- Wishbone: Ooh, you sneaky.
- Rowdy Yates: Ah.
- Gil Favor: All right. That's enough. It's time to eat, not to fight. Rowdy, I imagine when you were a prisoner during the war that any kind of biscuit tasted good, even those with weevils in 'em.
- Wishbone: That way you got your bread and meat mixed into one.
- Rowdy Yates: Well, things were different then. We expected it. But the war is over.
- Wishbone: No, but the weevils don't know it.
- Gil Favor: No strays or supplies in sight. No point in us hanging around.
- Rowdy Yates: What do you have in mind?
- Gil Favor: What can you do when you lose cattle tracks?
- Rowdy Yates: Let's go back and start over.
- Gil Favor: That's what I got in mind.
- Matt Lucas: There's a waterbank about five miles west of here. Sometimes cattle can smell water but I guess you know that.
- Gil Favor: Much obliged.
- Mrs. Miller: She's cast her lot. Let her stay.
- Gil Favor: If we do, Mrs Miller, you might never see her again.
- Mrs. Miller: She's like her father, selfish, wayward, and unfaithful. He left me years ago for what he called a school teacher. She gave her lessons in the dancehalls.
- Gil Favor: When they left, they must've left in a big hurry. That stagecoach could've carried a lot of freight.
- Rowdy Yates: This might be one of those towns hit by Black Fever.
- Gil Favor: Or maybe the silver ran out.