At the Carlton, Paladin is buying a solid-platinum horse fob and tells the metalworker, Folger, to leave the bill at the desk. Folger goes to the desk and talks to Hey Boy, who assures him that Paladin is good for it. The clerk confirms that Paladin’s credit is good but has no idea what he really does. Meanwhile, Paladin goes through his daily newspapers and reads an article about how accused murderer Bart Holgate was captured and returned to the town of Bender, Wyoming. Holgate asked the authorities not to take him back, fearing a lynch mob, but they returned him anyway. Folger comes over and assures Paladin that he left the bill, and Paladin sends a wire to Holgate along with his card...Read the full recap
Amy Bender: So, the gunfighters are all for law and order, if the price is right?
Paladin: You don't buy law and order, Miss Bender, you fight for it.
Max Bender: Once you have it, you don't throw it away.
Paladin: Meanness, Mr. Coombs? Hardly. Amy Bender hates, and with good cause. It's frustrating for a woman to hate like this. She can't strap on a gun and settle this affair with her own two hands.
Farmer: A double-blast to the belly outta cut a man in half.
Paladin: That man wouldn't be any deader than one with a .45 slug between his eyes.
Farmer: Yeah, you're a big man with a gun, ain't ya?
Paladin: And you're a big man with a crowd.
Paladin: Stay away from that jail.
Amy Bender: Don't try and stop us, gunfighter. There's room for another noose out there.
Paladin: So there is. And earth enough to bury every man who comes to me with a rope.
Amy Bender: I don't want anyone hurt. Except Holgate.
Paladin: That's the trouble with a lynching, Miss Bender. You can't have it ordered up all neat and dainty like a yard of Flemish lace. It's something that cowards get whiskey'd up and mumble over--winding up with screams in the gutters of a dark night.
Paladin: That crowd won't collect again. Mob courage is a momentary thing; once it's gone, it's gone for good.
Max Bender: Well, I hope this is a just verdict.
Paladin: It will be. After the trial, Holgate will climb on a horse. He'll fall off that horse while riding under a tree. His feet won't touch the ground but the fall will break his neck all the same.