Hard Ground

[McKay refuses to join Billy after his gang has killed the men guarding the wagon in which they were being transported to prison]

Billy Bucklin:
What about you?

John McKay:
I'll see you in hell, Billy.

Billy Bucklin:
Hell's bound to be a better place than Yuma prison.

Joshua:
So you're figurin' on recruitin' one hard-case killer to track and kill another one?

Hutch:
Well, you're good, but there's a lot of hard ground south of here and not a thimble full of water... more than a thousand places to hide. We're gonna need all the help we can get.

John McKay:
Just you and me?

Hutch:
I got me a tracker - I need a killer.

Floyd:
Bank drafts and paper checks, Billy - not worth stealin'. Hell of a note when the banks don't even use money.

Toothless:
I thought McKay was doin' twenty years in Yuma prison.

Joshua:
That was the day before yesterday and this is now - and by God, if they ride in here and don't find this woman unharmed, you're going to spend the last hours of your sorry-assed life on an ant hill!

Billy Bucklin:
Gold buys things. This time it's goin' to buy power. Billy Bucklin, Numero Uno. I'll have an army, not just some celebrated gunsels lookin' for beans and booze.

Floyd:
Ha! I bet you this Jesus Navarro, he's got some idea about who's goin' to be Numero Uno.

Billy Bucklin:
Floyd, I told you before - I give the orders and I do the thinkin', so sit light in your saddle and don't bruise your brain.

Billy Bucklin:
Meantime, you boys fort up at Smithson's old homestead. Sit tight.

Floyd:
I ain't likin' this one bit.

Billy Bucklin:
Likin' and doin' it are two different things, Secundo.

General Navarro:
Colonel Bucklin - that has a good sound to it, no?

Billy Bucklin:
General sounds better.

Elizabeth:
You two are damned fools, both of you! Bein' mad, you don't know what's what and what's not! There's a man out there waitin' for his kin to do the right thing. Family is all you got. Don't you two understand that?

Joshua:
What the hell is she doin' here? I told her to go home!

John McKay:
So did we.

Hutch:
She's a little hard of hearin'.

John McKay:
Stubborn, too - kinda like you, I hear.

[discussing McKay]

Joshua:
He's a hard man, isn't he?

Hutch:
Boy, I spent twenty years with him and there wasn't a day went by that I didn't wonder about him... and there also wasn't a day went by that I didn't wish I were a little more like him... in some ways.

[Billy and his gang ambush General Navarro's men]

Floyd:
I thought you and he were going to be partners, Billy.

Billy Bucklin:
I did it for you, Floyd. With Navarro in the saddle and me ridin' beside him, that'd make you Number Three. You couldn't be my Secundo anymore. We can't have that, can we?

John McKay:
Mr. Hutchinson, you realize, of course, that what you're asking is for you and I and the boy and the girl to do exactly what got me into Yuma prison?

Hutch:
I know.

John McKay:
Well, they're still pullin' that paymaster's wagon. Must be headin' for Tortuga.

Hutch:
Franco.

Joshua:
Who's that?

Hutch:
Not who, what.

John McKay:
A place where gold and guns make the law, boy.

Billy Bucklin:
Bucklin's Legion is now open. Line 'em up and sign 'em up. C'mon, boys!

Floyd:
Step right up, gents, and make your mark! C'mon, draw your pay. How much ya payin', Billy?

Billy Bucklin:
Twenty dollar gold pieces and a fair share of the spoils!

Hutch:
The only thing to do with a den of rattlesnakes is to stomp it shut or blow it closed.

John McKay:
Kind of like Yuma prison, although not as bad.

John McKay:
What the hell is he doing here?

Hutch:
Savin' your sorry ass!

Hutch:
What the hell is she doin' here?

John McKay:
Savin' our sorry asses!

Hutch:
That's a full pardon that's been signed by the governor and notorized and now it's on fire!

John McKay:
You know, Hutch, I told you I wouldn't go back to Yuma prison. Either way, I don't fit in... I don't fit in this century - and it won't be long before you don't fit in, either. I kinda like Mexico. I swore before I died I was going to see the ocean.

[scoops up a handful of coins]

John McKay:
I'm going to keep this for services rendered.

Hutch:
And rendered rather well, I might add.

[last lines]

John McKay:
Miss Elizabeth Kennedy...

Elizabeth:
Yes, sir?

John McKay:
Take good care of my boy.

Hutch:
He ain't a boy, he's a full-grown man!