Col. James Garrett: You'll be making your own report to the general about this whole affair?
Maj. Wharton: Not to the general, sir - to Congress.
Col. James Garrett: To describe our methods as sentimental, Major, is extremely wide of the mark, but you go right ahead, you make your report. Before it gets to Washington, we'll have those Indians back on the reservation... or a lot of us will be dead and past caring.

Capt. Thomas Thompson: This is no place for the woman of Victorio.
Chanzana: Chanzana is no more the woman of Victorio. He says to me, "Chanzana, you live long in soldiers' camp. Your mother was Mexican... we do not trust you. Go - stay with soldiers."
Capt. Thomas Thompson: Seems to me that puts you in a bad spot, lady. We don't trust you, either.

[Indians surround Thompson's small patrol]
Alison Garrett: What are you going to do?
Capt. Thomas Thompson: Indians are great jokers. Just in case this is one of their serious days, get in the bottom of the wagon and stay down!

[Major Wharton's men massacre a band of Indians who approached his company under a flag of truce]
Maj. Wharton: Look at 'em, Captain - not the slightest attempt at rescue or revenge; slinking away like scared desert rats!
Capt. Thomas Thompson: More like foxes than rats. You can hardly blame them if they want to fight on their terms. After all, sir, didn't you?