Shane1953

Ryker:
Howdy Starrett.

Morgan:
'specting trouble?

Ryker:
I don't want no trouble, Starrett. I came to inform ya. I got that beef contract for the reservation.

Joe:
Did it take this many of you to tell me that?

Ryker:
I mean business.

Joe:
Then you tend to your own.

Ryker:
That's just what I'm doing! I'm telling ya now, I'm gonna need all my range.

Joe:
Now that you've warned me, would you mind gettin' off my place?

Ryker:
Your place! You're gonna have to get out before the snow flies.

Joe:
And supposin' I don't?

Ryker:
You and the other squatters...

Joe:
Homesteaders, you mean, don't you?

Ryker:
I could blast you out of here right now, you and the others.

Joe:
Now you listen to me, the time for gun-blastin' a man off of his own place is past. Why, they're building a penitentiary right now...

Marion:
[interrupting] Joe, that's enough.

Morgan:
[to Shane]Who are you, stranger?

Shane:
I'm a friend of Starrett's.