- Bill Longley: I had a lot of respect for Marshal Jim Caldwell, one of the best in the business.
- Jim Caldwell: I'm not in that business anymore.
- Bill Longley: Yeah? Since when?
- Jim Caldwell: Since the days when they gave me this.
- [shows Longley a gold badge]
- Jim Caldwell: Twenty years a lawman and I wound up with a medal, a few handshakes and a bunch of memories.
- Sheriff Brown: Known Caldwell long?
- Bill Longley: Long enough.
- Sheriff Brown: He's a cattle buyer?
- Bill Longley: He was.
- Sheriff Brown: What's he now?
- Bill Longley: A has-been that's tryin' to find out where he's goin'.
- Sheriff Brown: I'm not naturally nosy. You see, eleven months out of the year, this is a nice quiet place to live. Then longhorns come in for market and shipment and this town becomes a mess of sharp strangers, fast money and faster guns. That's when my nose picks up and asks questions.
- Jim Caldwell: [to Sheriff Brown] This is my play. Romer deserves to die - you don't, so stay out!
- Bill Longley: Caldwell, the marshal's not exactly goin' it alone. He's got a piece of metal backin' him up... No, it's not gun metal; it's a lot more powerful than a gun. I'm talkin' about that badge he's wearin'.
- Jim Caldwell: Well, he busted me again. I'll pay you back as soon as I can.
- Bill Longley: General Delivery, San Antoine. You're not as busted as you could be... you almost murdered a man tonight.