Frank: [on horseback, in the distance, watching Brigade preparing to hang his brother, Billy] It's me you're after, Brigade. You've got no quarrel with Billy.
Ben Brigade: [referring to his wife, murdered by Frank years ago] What quarrel did you have with her?
Frank: ...That was so long ago, I'd almost forgot.
Ben Brigade: A man can do that.

Frank: So what do we do now?
Ben Brigade: Sit there and watch your brother hang.
Frank: You don't mean that.
Ben Brigade: Don't I?
Frank: He's only a boy!
Ben Brigade: He's as old as his gun.
Frank: It's me you're after, Brigade. You got no quarrel with Billy.
Ben Brigade: What quarrel did you have with *her*?
Frank: That was a long time ago. I almost forgot.
Ben Brigade: A man can do that.

Billy John: Brigade, whatever they're payin' you, its not enough. Not nearly enough.
Ben Brigade: I'd hunt you free.

Ben Brigade: [going to meet the Mescalero chief] He'll offer his trade. I'll turn him down.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: Then?
Ben Brigade: With any luck, they'll ride off. Stay out in the hills, try to figure some how else to get you away from us.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: I see.
Ben Brigade: No matter what happens, don't break down in front of 'em. If you do, they'll take it wrong. Shame 'em.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: I don't scare easy, Mr. Brigade.
Ben Brigade: I hope not.

Sam Boone: [Brigade loosens the noose around Billy's neck] I thought for a minute there you were gonna let him swing.
Ben Brigade: So did I.

Sam Boone: Brigade? I don't suppose there's any way of getting Billy from you? Aside from going over you?
Ben Brigade: Come and get him.

Mrs. Carrie Lane: They told me why you're taking the boy to Santa Cruz.
Ben Brigade: Did they?
Mrs. Carrie Lane: They'll hang him, won't they?
Ben Brigade: Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: He's so young.
Ben Brigade: He killed a man.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: It doesn't bother you, bringing him in, I mean.
Ben Brigade: No, ma'am.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: You just don't seem the kind that would hunt a man for money.
Ben Brigade: I am.

Mrs. Carrie Lane: You don't seem like the kind that would hunt a man for money.
Ben Brigade: I am.

Whit: I'd hate to see you loose your place up Socorro-way. I'd be mighty proud to work for you.
Sam Boone: *Work* for me?
Whit: I plowed when I was young. I ain't much with chickens, but I can slop pigs with the best of 'em.
Sam Boone: Whit, how long you and me been riding together?
Whit: About two years?
Sam Boone: More like *five*.
Whit: So?
Sam Boone: So you ain't gonna be working for me... You're gonna be a partner.
Whit: Partner!
Sam Boone: Right down the middle.
Whit: How come?
Sam Boone: 'Cause I like you, Whit.
Whit: Well, I never knew that!