As Paladin's stage stops over in the small town of Brightsville, a crowd has gathered to watch one of their own, Joe Peavey, beat up a Cherokee rancher, Joseph Whitehorse. When Joseph gets the upper hand, the ringleader, Clyde McNally, leads the other townspeople to beat on Joseph. The sheriff arrives and tells McNally to back off before he kills Joseph. McNally complains that Whitehorse is keeping diseased stock, but the sheriff tells them to fight it out on the hills. He notices a dead horse nearby, shot, and demands to know what happened. Peavey tells him that he shot the horse after warning Joseph. McNally tells Joseph that he'll get the same treatment until he gets rid of his diseased stock, and that they'll burn him out if any of their animals die...Read the full recap
Joseph Whitehorse: Before I take a favor, it's only right I should tell you. If I had the money, I wouldn't hire you. I don't hold with men who follow the gun.
Paladin: I agree, Mr. Whitehorse, it's not a practical profession.
Joe Peavey: You a friend of his or you just passing through?
Paladin: You ask that like a man hoping for the wrong answer.
Paladin: I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitehorse, I don't care to own land, it's a thing that grows to a man's feet, and that's not the kind of life I've chosen for myself.
Rheinhart: Yes, sir? (Paladin tosses him some gold coins) Lovely sight.
Paladin: What if I asked you to test it?
Rheinhart: Mister, I've got enough stuff in bottles and jars to test every substance known to man. With the possible exception of the local mentality.
Paladin: There's an irritating roughness about the way you people speak that makes me obstinate. You want me to leave town, Mr. McNally. Well, you're the loud spokesman for this community. Wouldn't you like to try?
Rheinhart: Science has absolutely no standing in a community where they still bury chicken heads by the light of the moon to get rid of warts.
Paladin: Well, it's not particularly new. Molybdenum has been known for centuries. Looks somewhat like white iron, can be found anywhere in the world. As a matter of fact, Pleny wrote about molybdenum when he was in the employ of the Emperor Nero. Now there was a man of prejudice. He kept lions for the people he didn't like.
Paladin: Never draw in anger, Mr. McNally. It slows the hand.
Martha Whitehorse: Well.
Paladin: Well. I'm sorry to have given you some bad moments, but it's very difficult to conspire with an honest man.