Sergeant Rutledge1960

[On horseback, Lieutenant Cantrell and some of his officers are escorting Mary Beecher to her home. Rutledge, handcuffed and still wounded from gunfire in his side, rides in the front alongside Cantrell]

Lt. Tom Cantrell:
How's the side holding up, Sergeant?

1st Sgt. Braxton Rutledge:
[sardonically] You know what they say about us, sir. We heal fast.

Lt. Tom Cantrell:
You give me your word you won't try to make an escape, I'll take those irons off you.

1st Sgt. Braxton Rutledge:
[Rutledge refuses to look at Cantrell] I can't do that, sir. 'Cause I ain't going back to stand trial.

Lt. Tom Cantrell:
Well, don't you be a fool, Brax. What if you did get away? Why, this thing would haunt you until you couldn't stand it.

1st Sgt. Braxton Rutledge:
You forget, sir. We been haunted a long time. Too much to worry. Yeah, it was all right for Mr. Lincoln to say we were free. [Now he turns to look angrily at Cantrell] But that ain't so! Not yet! Maybe some day, but not yet!