Cold Mountain2003

Inman:
Come out of there.

Bosie:
No, sir. Here's fine.

Inman:
I'll just have to shoot the horse from under you.

Bosie:
Shoot her. She's not mine. You riding Mr. Teague's mare?

Inman:
I am.

Bosie:
He dead?

Inman:
I hope so. Look, how old are you? Give me your gun and ride home, I'm done fighting. I'm sick of it.

Bosie:
I give you my gun and you'll shoot me dead.

Inman:
I will not shoot you, but nor am I walking down that mountain looking over my shoulder for you.

Bosie:
That's what you call a conundrum. I tell you what I've got on my side.

Inman:
What have you got on your side?

Bosie:
The confidence of youth.