Fury at Showdown

Sheriff of Buckhorn:
All right, Mitchell, your year's up.

Brock Mitchell:
Didn't seem like more than ten!

Sheriff of Buckhorn:
You're lucky it wasn't the rope.

Brock Mitchell:
Looks like the citizens out there still have ideas.

Sheriff of Buckhorn:
Remember, if you ever come through this town again, I might not be here, but they will be!

Sheriff Clay:
I got word from the Sheriff of Buckhorn that you were headed this way. Also from every sheriff in every town you passed through from there to here.

Brock Mitchell:
It was nice of them to look out for me.

Tracy Mitchell:
You know how they are - old timers - trustin' the Good Book and not much else. Still play poker with two decks and three guns on the table.

Van Steeden:
Half the people I know tell me tobacco's good for the nerves; half the people tell me it's bad. I think they're both right.

Chad Deasey:
Let me lay it out for you. You killed my brother... before I'm done with you, you'll wish it were the other way around. I'm going to make you a mark for every trigger-happy punk. I'm going to push you off the land, out of town, into the saddle, onto the trail with nothing but your roll and gun. There won't be a town within a thousand miles where the sheriff won't be waiting for you; won't be a town within a thousand miles where you'll be able to rest your head.

Brock Mitchell:
Clay's right - trouble grows around me like weeds. Everyone I touch... I shouldn't of come back. I'm leaving.

Tracy Mitchell:
All right, you leave again, but not without me. You think I tried to keep the ranch goin' for myself? I don't want it without you; I don't want any part of that loneliness again. You hit the trail, I hit it with you. You live in the saddle - a saddle bum - I live it with you. You can't run away from it any more, Brock. I'm tired of holding the fort by myself.

Van Steeden:
I think Tracy and I see even clearer than you what this thing means. It isn't just saving the land, it isn't just foreclosing on a piece of property - it's foreclosing on a man's life.

Brock Mitchell:
It isn't easy to join the human race again once you've been drummed out, but we'll try.

Ginny Clay:
Chad Deasey had your brother killed.

Brock Mitchell:
I killed Deasey's brother and Trace.

Ginny Clay:
No, Brock.

Brock Mitchell:
The bullet that went through Deasey's body - my bullet - never stopped until in found Trace... and killed him.

Ginny Clay:
My father is the law, but the law isn't always justice.

Ginny Clay:
They murdered him, Brock, and if you don't settle with yourself, desert your own brother... You can't let Trace's life go for nothing... and I wouldn't love a man who could.

Brock Mitchell:
I can't touch a gun again.

Chad Deasey:
Brock Mitchell... you killed his brother?

Miley Sutton:
Oh, would you like the credit? All right, you say you killed him. I won't argue with you.

Chad Deasey:
You don't understand. Mitchell... he'll come after me!

Miley Sutton:
Just be polite to him.

[last lines]

Chad Deasey:
Don't shoot!

Brock Mitchell:
There's nothing more a gun can do to you... or for you.

Chad Deasey:
[to Miley Sutton about Brock] The next time he makes a move like that, gun 'em, you hear? You're my bodyguard, and you got a right to gun him down like a dog!

Sheriff of Buckhorn:
[to Brock] The next time you have to come through this town... don't.

Brock Mitchell:
It isn't easy joining the human race again once you've been drummed out.