- Mayor: Clay, I want you deputized.
- Clay McCord: Pinnin' on a badge ain't a license to kill, Mr. Mayor, just means the man wearin' it intends to uphold the law.
- Clay McCord: A couple of real anxious citizens.
- Herk Lamson: Why not? Death is kind of scary, even if it is walkin' around on two legs and wearin' a fast gun.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Kinda risky pussyfootin' around at night.
- Clay McCord: I wasn't pussyfootin'.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Your horse was.
- Clay McCord: ...I'll have a talk with him.
- Herk Lamson: I'm ashamed of you, Parnell. Bushwhacking ain't exactly in your line.
- Clay McCord: Maybe it was and nobody noticed.
- Clay McCord: Where is Clemson?
- Herk Lamson: Hanging around outside the mayor's office.
- Clay McCord: Just keeps pushin', don't he?
- Herk Lamson: That's the old way, Clay. Fancy gun boys always did it that way. Push a man, jangle his nerves, make him reach - then drop him before he can clear leather.
- Marshal Simon Fry: For a hard-working man with a clear conscience, a Chief Marshal sure don't find virtue being its own reward, sleeping with one eye open, suspicious of every sound and most strangers. So I was actually pleased to see my old friend and occasional Deputy, Clay McCord, coming out of the darkness, even if it was on nothing better than store business.