Billy Two Hats

Sheriff Henry Gifford:
Watching out for the old man, huh, breed? Well, he's not out there. He's down in Mexico leaning up against some cantina bar, puking up all that money you and him and your dead partner stole. Yeah, all that money. Four hundred twenty dollars. You had to kill somebody at that. I don't like no kind of law breaker, breed. But the kind I hate worse is a cheap one. And cheaper than you and your friend, they just don't come!

Spencer:
Well, Indians don't fight in the dark. It's against their religion.

Arch Deans:
Did they seem all that religious to you?

Spencer:
How many (Indians) do you think there are?

Arch Deans:
Four, I think.

Spencer:
How do you know there's four?

Arch Deans:
I counted their feet and divided by two.

Copeland, Saloon Owner:
Ain't you forgot something?

Sheriff Henry Gifford:
What?

Copeland, Saloon Owner:
Swear me in as your deputy.

Sheriff Henry Gifford:
All right, raise your hand.

Copeland, Saloon Owner:
Which one?

Sheriff Henry Gifford:
Hell, I don't care... all right, you're sworn.

Copeland, Saloon Owner:
Is that all there is to it?

Sheriff Henry Gifford:
That's all.

Copeland, Saloon Owner:
Well, hell, that ain't much.

Sheriff Henry Gifford:
Well, it ain't much of a job.

Esther Spencer:
Billy Two Hats? How did you get a name like that?

Billy Two Hats:
Well, my mother was a Kiowa and I don't know who my father was except he was white. My mother didn't know too much about him neither, except she told me he was kind of important. She said that in his room he had two hats - one for special and one for ordinary. That impressed my mother a whole lot. And when I was a kid it impressed me.

Arch Deans:
You're old enough to be half as stupid.

Copeland, Saloon Owner:
You know, when I first came out here, the Indians was in the thousands. And the buffalo? They were in the millions. Not no more. In the beginning it was a good life. You could stand in one spot and see the same herd of buffalo go by all day long. I never saw nothing like it. It was just like the whole prairie was moving.

Sheriff Henry Gifford:
Who's out there?

Copeland, Saloon Owner:
Oh, just a lot of nothing.

Spencer:
Once she gets excited she can hardly speak, so I give her a whack. It shakes her brain box up a bit.