Branded

T. Jefferson Leffingwell:
We don't need Tattoo. No sense dragging a lot of dead weight... especially when it's all drunken mouth.

Choya:
All my life, I've been a snake. I've lived by my wits. I've gotten what I've wanted anyway I wanted it. Just lately I've been wondering just for once if I couldn't do something straight... do something a little decent.

Rubriz:
So what do they call you?

Choya:
Choya.

Rubriz:
Choya. It is a name I have heard. Not too often. Not with the biggest reputation. Small things with a gun.

Choya:
Big enough that the Rangers want to do a little hanging.

Rubriz:
Me they wish to hang a thousand times.

Rubriz:
You young ones have not heard enough bullets to know the song of them. When I rode with Juarez, I heard them by the hundreds. Enough bullets to know their music.

Ruth Lavery:
You don't need to wear them around here.

Choya:
I wouldn't feel dressed without them.

Dad Travis:
You got any friends?

Choya:
My guns.

Dad Travis:
Kinfolk?

Choya:
My horse.

Ruth Lavery:
What's your name?

Choya:
Choya.

Ruth Lavery:
That's Spanish for cactus. Why do they call you that?

Choya:
Ever tried to pick one?

Choya:
Posses I can dodge. Young ladies spitting insults I can't handle.