Tracy Mitchell: You know how they are - old timers - trustin' the Good Book and not much else. Still play poker with two decks and three guns on the table.

Ginny Clay: Chad Deasey had your brother killed.
Brock Mitchell: I killed Deasey's brother and Trace.
Ginny Clay: No, Brock.
Brock Mitchell: The bullet that went through Deasey's body - my bullet - never stopped until in found Trace... and killed him.

Ginny Clay: They murdered him, Brock, and if you don't settle with yourself, desert your own brother... You can't let Trace's life go for nothing... and I wouldn't love a man who could.
Brock Mitchell: I can't touch a gun again.

Van Steeden: I think Tracy and I see even clearer than you what this thing means. It isn't just saving the land, it isn't just foreclosing on a piece of property - it's foreclosing on a man's life.
Brock Mitchell: It isn't easy to join the human race again once you've been drummed out, but we'll try.

Brock Mitchell: Clay's right - trouble grows around me like weeds. Everyone I touch... I shouldn't of come back. I'm leaving.
Tracy Mitchell: All right, you leave again, but not without me. You think I tried to keep the ranch goin' for myself? I don't want it without you; I don't want any part of that loneliness again. You hit the trail, I hit it with you. You live in the saddle - a saddle bum - I live it with you. You can't run away from it any more, Brock. I'm tired of holding the fort by myself.

Sheriff Clay: I got word from the Sheriff of Buckhorn that you were headed this way. Also from every sheriff in every town you passed through from there to here.
Brock Mitchell: It was nice of them to look out for me.

Sheriff of Buckhorn: All right, Mitchell, your year's up.
Brock Mitchell: Didn't seem like more than ten!
Sheriff of Buckhorn: You're lucky it wasn't the rope.
Brock Mitchell: Looks like the citizens out there still have ideas.

[last lines]
Chad Deasey: Don't shoot!
Brock Mitchell: There's nothing more a gun can do to you... or for you.