The Preacher: Nothing like a nice piece of hickory.
Coy LaHood: When I left, those tin pans had all but given up. Their spirit was nearly broken. A man without spirit is whipped. But a preacher, he could give them faith. Shit! One ounce of faith, they'll be dug in deeper than tick on a hound. You boys, you go throw a rope around that man. You bring him to me... No, don't. If we get too rough, we'll make a martyr out of him. Don't wanna give 'em a martyr'.
Eddie Conway: It was him. Him and his men. They shot him. Forever. The bullets kept hitting him. Forever.
Coy LaHood: Do you imbibe?
The Preacher: Only after nine in the morning.
Teddy Conway: Where are you going Mr Hull?
Hull Barret: I'm going into town.
Teddy Conway: Ain't that kinda dumb after what happened last time?
The Preacher: There's plain few problems can't be solved with a little sweat and hard work.