Canyon Raiders

[first lines]

Lou Banks:
Well, that does it, Sam.

Sam Wellman:
Well, according to my figures, we should have about five hundred head bottled up in the canyon. How'd you make out with the Bannion stock?

Jack Marlin:
They got away with about half his herd. We can pick up the rest whenever we want 'em without any trouble.

Sam Wellman:
Now listen, I don't want any killings. Understand?

Jack Marlin:
Now who said anything about killings?

Sam Wellman:
Well, I know you. You'd put a slug in your grandmother if she got in your way.

Lou Banks:
We've cleaned out this territory, Sam. How about unloadin' 'em to the Army.

Sam Wellman:
Not yet.

Lou Banks:
We can get on hundred dollars a head right now and that's not bad!

Jack Marlin:
It sure isn't, considerin' all we invested was a little energy. I think Lou's right. Five hundred head at a hundred dollars a head that's, ah, that's...

Sam Wellman:
Don't strain yourself, kid, that's fifty thousand.

Sam Wellman:
When you've forged as many bills of sale as I have, you'll see how simple it is.

Jack Marlin:
Well, I hope you don't writer's cramp from forgin' 'em.

Sam Wellman:
Well, I only hope that you keep those fancy six-shooters of yours in their holsters. You know when the government starts investigatin' murders, it ain't so easy to fool 'em.

Jack Marlin:
You know as well as I do that we have to start usin' guns sooner or later.

Sam Wellman:
Well, let's make it later and we'll be safer.

Jack Marlin:
Anytime from now on is later, so you do the thinkin' and leave the shootin' to me.

Lou Banks:
Yeah, and I'll do the worryin'.

Alice Long:
What's going on here and who are you?

Whip Wilson:
The name's Wilson, Whip Wilson. And I might add that you're the best lookin' sheriff I've seen yet.

Whip Wilson:
Are you really the sheriff here?

Alice Long:
Acting sheriff. My father's the regular sheriff, but he's sick.

[Alice pulls her pistol]

Alice Long:
Does that satisfy you?

Hemingway:
Now we're getting someplace.

Whip Wilson:
Very nice, ma'am, only if you were a man and tried that, you'd be dead by now. This gambling friend of yours here tried to take the life savings of an old homesteader in a card game. I happened along in time to prevent a killing. And where were you, Sheriff? Doing embroidery?

Whip Wilson:
Thank you very much, ma'am. You know, it's a good thing there aren't too many law officers like you. I'd be in trouble *all* the time.

[the rustlers accuse Whip of horse-stealing]

Jack Marlin:
What are you doin' with those horses?

Whip Wilson:
I collect horses. It's a hobby of mine.