- [first lines]
- [a gang of outlaws sets an ambush for a youthful lawman]
- Tulsa Tom: Kind of young for a deputy marshal.
- Buck Madsen: They don't get old ridin' alone.
- Cherokee Kid: [pointing to his pistol] I got six votes that'll get him elected off our trail.
- [threatening Nugget, the town dentist]
- Cherokee Kid: Don't try to pull anything - except my tooth!
- 'Nugget' Clark: No, sir. I don't like goin' to funerals - especially my own.