Boss Spearman: Man's got a right to protect his property and his life, and we ain't lettin' no rancher or his lawman take either.
Sue Barlow: You're a disgrace, Marshal Poole. You always have been.
Sheriff Poole: I know it. That's just the way it is.
Boss Spearman: A man's trust is a valuable thing, Button. You don't want to lose it for a handful of cards.
Boss Spearman: I married once. Never knowed that did you Charlie? Had a wife and child. Sweet little spread too nothing much but we was young. Loved each other. Never had a cross word. They caught the typhus and died. After that home didn't seem much of a place to spend time. Believe I've chanced my mind on that now that I'm getting on in years. If Button lives and we survive Baxter I am to see to it there's a home he's sleeping in instead of a cold prairie.
Boss Spearman: We got a warrant sworn for attempted murder for them that tried to kill the boy who's lying over there at the Doc's, trying to stay alive. Swore out another one for them that murdered the big fella you had in your cell. Only ours ain't writ by no tin star, bought and paid for, Marshal. It's writ by us, and we aim to enforce it.
Mack: Shame what this town's come to.
Charley Waite: You could do something about it.
Mack: What? We're freighters. Ralph here's a shopkeeper.
Charley Waite: You're men, ain't you?
Mack: I didn't raise my boys just to see 'em killed.
Charley Waite: Well you may not know this, but there's things that gnaw at a man worse than dying.