- [first lines]
- [Bill leaves his horse at the livery stable]
- Bill Longley: I'll be after him in the morning - early.
- Wild Jack Hastings: That'll cost you a dollar, Mr. Longley.
- Bill Longley: Aren't you Jack Hastings - Wild Jack Hastings?
- Wild Jack Hastings: I used to be. Now I...
- Bill Longley: You're lucky.
- [gesturing with an arm whose hand has been amputated]
- Wild Jack Hastings: You got a funny way of lookin' at things, Mr. Longley. Ned Buntline, he once wrote a dime novel about me. Now I - now I sweep out stables to keep from starvin'.
- Bill Longley: He wrote about Hickok - Bill's dead. So's King Fisher, Ben Thompson, Sam Bass - they're all gone. I still say you're lucky.