- Poet: These are vain considerations. It was Mr Shakespeare's Falstaff who cried, I prithee trouble me no more with vanity, surely God will not hear vanity. Job 35: 13. I've helped many souls into his kingdom. 10, maybe 12, I'd allow.
- Rowdy Yates: Robbery, a stagecoach attempt.
- Taylor Dickson: NO! We were not in jail at all. As I was saying, I came here for the same reason I went to see Cherokee Jack. I intend to take pictures of you all.
- [All guns cock and point at Taylor Dickson]
- Taylor Dickson: You don't understand. No, I want to do this for history. Posterity. Gentlemen, you owe it to yourselves. Cherokee Jack told me all his valiant comrades. Well, that robbery, that should remembered for a hundred years. But will it? I doubt it. Why? May I have your attention?
- Rowdy Yates: He wants to do what?
- Gil Favor: That's right. He wants to take some photographs of an Indian medicine dance. He says there's a small encampment of Shoshones over by Devil Box Canyon. Someone sold him the information in Nerada.
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, but it's been ten days since we were in Nerada, and even if they were there.
- Gil Favor: I know, I know. But if they're not there, that's not our problem, is it?
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, as far as I can make out, I realise he's a pain, but after all, sending him out there on his own.
- Gil Favor: That's the beauty of it. We're not sending him.
- Rowdy Yates: We're not?
- Gil Favor: You're escorting him.
- Rowdy Yates: I'm? Oh no, why me?
- Taylor Dickson: You know, you been too long with the cows. You're a bright young man, but you just don't understand people.
- Kale Maddox: Say, I'd sure appreciate an extra copy of that one there when you're making prints.
- Taylor Dickson: Mm, mm.
- Kale Maddox: I think I look real dignified. Now, don't you?
- Taylor Dickson: Yeah, you look just like a Philadelphia lawyer.
- Kale Maddox: My Ma wanted me to be a lawyer. Closest I've ever come was shooting a judge.