Border Feud

[first lines]

Sheriff Steele:
You walked right into the trap I had baited for you, Cheyenne.

Cheyenne Davis:
This isn't the first trap I've sprung or escaped from, Sheriff.

Sheriff Steele:
This time you've reached the end of your rope.

[Cheyenne glances over shoulder]

Sheriff Steele:
Don't expect any help from them. You're on your own.

Cheyenne Davis:
Just because my men are ambushed doesn't mean I'll give up without a fight!

Sheriff Steele:
I figured the Cheyenne Kid was smart enough to know when he was licked.

Cheyenne Davis:
Not until I see what move you make, Sheriff.

Sheriff Steele:
You asked for it!

[the camera pans to the checkerboard between the two men]

Sheriff Steele:
Fuzzy Jones? That name is familiar.

Cheyenne Davis:
I'm sure a lot of folks have heard of Fuzzy. He's a funny old codger - usually makes the wrong move at the right time - but he's a good lawman in spite of the confusion.

[while putting up a sign warning the feuding families to check their guns, Fuzzy smashes this thumb]

Jack Barton:
I figured you'd wind up a casualty in that feud sooner or later.

[Barton grabs Cheyenne's phony wanted poster]

Jack Barton:
I'll keep this.

Cheyenne Davis:
Insuring your bet?

Jack Barton:
I always figure the percentages.

Cheyenne Davis:
You can afford to when you're bankin' the game.

[Fuzzy has locked Hart and Conlan in separate jail cells]

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Keepin' you two roosters separated oughta mean the feud will die a natural death... that is, unless looks can kill.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Well, I don't get it. Me a sheriff and you a marshal and we're both fugitives.