A former gunslinger is forced to take up arms again when he and his cattle crew are threatened by a corrupt lawman.

Sue Barlow: I don't have the answers, Charley. But I know that people get confused in this life about what they want, and what they've done, and what they think they should've because of it. Everything they think they are or did, takes hold so hard that it won't let them see what they can be.
Boss Spearman: Mornin', boys!
[holds up bottle of chloroform]
Boss Spearman: I brung your breakfast!
Boss Spearman: Man's got a right to protect his property and his life, and we ain't lettin' no rancher or his lawman take either.
Boss Spearman: A man's trust is a valuable thing, Button. You don't want to lose it for a handful of cards.
Charley: I'm not goin' to my maker without knowin' your given name. Mine ain't Waite; it's Postelwaite. Charles Travis Postelwaite. What's yours? Sure ain't Boss.
[Boss hesitates]
Charley: I mean it, Boss. I'm asking you straight up.
Boss Spearman: It's Bluebonnet.
Charley: Bluebonnet?
Boss Spearman: Bluebonnet, yeah.
Charley: No middle name?
Boss Spearman: No, just Bluebonnet Spearman. And don't you tell no one. I want to hear you swear an oath now, go on.
Boss Spearman: I see they hobbled you.
Percy: It's been a while since I was in a fight. I panicked. Fell back, like to have broke my foot.
Boss Spearman: Ornery old fool.
Percy: Well, or that damned Cuban cigar got me riled up.
Boss Spearman: We come for justice, not vengeance. Now them is two different things.
Charley Waite: Not today they ain't.
Boss Spearman: My friend and me got a hankerin' for Switzerland chocolate and a good smoke.
Charley Waite: You ever seen one this bad?
Boss Spearman: Not since Noah and the Flood.
Mose: Well, you should know, Boss, since you was there.
Boss Spearman: What'd you say?
Button: He said, "You should know since you was there."
Boss Spearman: I aim to kill Baxter and those that done this, and if that marshal gets in the way, I'm gonna kill him too. So you best get your mind right about what's got to be done, Charlie.
Charley Waite: I got no problem with killing, Boss. Never have.
Denton Baxter: You're nuthin'!
Boss Spearman: Maybe so, but I'll still be breathin' in another minute.
Boss Spearman: [cocks shotgun] One twitch, and you in hell.
Charley: You the one killed our friend?
Butler: That's right. I shot the boy, too. And I enjoyed it.
[Charley pulls out his gun and shoots Butler]
Sue Barlow: [checking injuries] Are you the boy's father?
Boss Spearman: No ma'am. His name's Button, and he works for me.
Sue Barlow: It appears that's not very healthy.
Boss Spearman: We'll let the brains of the outfit do the thinking. Sue?
Denton Baxter: I'm dying.
Boss Spearman: And for what? More cows? You killed a good man.
Charley Waite: [burying Mose and Tig] Be right to say some words.
Boss Spearman: You want to speak with the man upstairs, go on and do it. I'll stand right here and listen, hat in hand, but I ain't talking to that son or a bitch. And I'll be holding a grudge for him letting this befall a sweet kid like Mose.
Charley Waite: Well, he sure as hell wasn't one to complain. Woke with a smile, seemed like he could keep it there all day. Kind of a man that'd say 'good morning' and mean it, whether it was or not. Tell you the truth, Lord, if there was two gentler souls in this world, I never seen 'em. Seems like old Tig wouldn't even kill birds in the end. Well, you got yourself a good man and a good dog, and I'm inclined to agree with Boss here about holding a grudge against you for it. I guess that means Amen.
Boss Spearman: [to Button] By God, if you're gonna pick your feet like a monkey, you do it down-wind.
[Charley has explained his strategy for the upcoming fight]
Boss Spearman: Sounds like you got it all worked out.
Charley Waite: Yeah, except the part where we don't get killed.
Boss Spearman: It's a pretty day for making things right.
Charley Waite: Well, enjoy it, 'cause once it starts, it's gonna be messy like nothing you ever seen.
Boss Spearman: It's a shame to go forever without takin' a taste of somethin'.
Boss Spearman: We'll drink to good health for them that have it comin'.
[Charley Waite kicks Button off his horse. He falls into the river]
Button: What you do that for?
Charley Waite: Cheatin' at cards.
Button: I apologized to you for that.
[to Boss Spearman]
Button: Eh, Boss? I apologized to him for that.
Boss Spearman: Evidently he ain't over it yet.
Sue Barlow: You are coming back, aren't you? Then I'll be waiting for you Charles Postlewaite.
Charley Waite: [to Boss, who is riding away] You bucket mouth! Can't keep nothing private.
Boss Spearman: The name Butler mean anything to you?
Charley Waite: You hear names when you're on the other side of things.
Boss Spearman: He as fast as they say?
Charley Waite: He's a killer.
Boss Spearman: You know him if you saw him?
Charley Waite: He ain't hard to recognize if you know what you're looking for.
Charley Waite: I got no problem with killin', Boss. Never have!
Charley Waite: You're me, ain't yuh?
Doc Barlow: I'd say 'to good health,' gentlemen, but then I'd probably be out of business, wouldn't I?
Boss Spearman: We'll drink to good health for them that have it coming.
Mack: Shame what this town's come to.
Charley Waite: You could do something about it.
Mack: What? We're freighters. Ralph here's a shopkeeper.
Charley Waite: You're men, ain't you?
Mack: I didn't raise my boys just to see 'em killed.
Charley Waite: Well you may not know this, but there's things that gnaw at a man worse than dying.
Boss Spearman: It's a pretty day for makin' things right!
Charley Waite: Men are gonna get killed here today, Sue, and I'm gonna kill 'em.
Charley: There's nuthin' in this town seen a surprise, except you.
[first lines]
Boss Spearman: [indicating a thunderstorm] Think she'll get over this-a-way?
Charley Waite: Might.
Boss Spearman: Best bed 'em down.
Ralph: This is dark chocolate. It comes all the way from Switzerland, Europe. That's near France, see. They call it 'bitter sweet.' Melts in your mouth.
Boss Spearman: You tried it?
Ralph: No.
Boss Spearman: How do you know it melts in your mouth?
Ralph: Well, truth is, we can't afford it ourselves.
Boss Spearman: We got a warrant sworn for attempted murder for them that tried to kill the boy who's laying over there at the Doc's, trying to stay alive. Swore out another one for them that murdered the big fella you had in your cell. Only ours ain't writ by no tin star, bought and paid for, Marshal. It's writ by us, and we aim to enforce it.
Boss Spearman: Brought you a cigar, all the way from Havana, Cuba.
Percy: You don't say. I've heard about them but I've never had one. Much obliged to you.
Boss Spearman: What do you think?
Percy: Better than them crappers I usually smoke.
Boss Spearman: It ain't right to walk away without a word.
Charley Waite: Well what do you want me to tell her, Boss? We probably ain't gonna make it? Be a big fat comfort.
Button: No need to ask for more chores, Mose.
Mose: Every man's got to pull his weight, Button.
Button: Yeah, but my weight is half of yours.
Boss Spearman: She ought not to sneak up like that.
Charley Waite: She weren't sneaking. I scared that woman half to death.
Boss Spearman: Scared me a little bit too.
Boss Spearman: I believe you have a friend of ours in your jail. His name's Mose Harrison.
Sheriff Poole: Yeah, I got him here. He started a fight in the general store.
Boss Spearman: Mose don't start fights. He just finishes them.
Sue Barlow: So is it marriage that scares you two, or putting down roots?
Boss Spearman: No. Who'd have him? All rangy and mangy like a rough old dog.
Charley Waite: How about I hold your head under water for just a little while?
Boss Spearman: How much I owe you, doctor?
Doc Barlow: We're even. I figured I made enough off the damage he did to Baxter's men.
Boss Spearman: I wish he'd have made you wealthy.
Charley Waite: I'm tryin' to put some bad times behind me, but sometimes they don't stay put.
[last lines]
Charley Waite: Let's go get our cows.
Boss Spearman: Well, if I'm gonna get killed, I got a hankerin' to soothe my sweet tooth.
Sue Barlow: You're a disgrace, Marshal Poole. You always have been.
Sheriff Poole: I know it. That's just the way it is.

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