Will Tybee: Ernie?
Ernie Backwater: Yeah.
Will Tybee: I want my boots.
Ernie Backwater: I told you, no.
Will Tybee: That was yesterday.
Ernie Backwater: That was for the last thirteen days.
Will Tybee: We going to reach town tomorrow?
Ernie Backwater: I hope so.
Will Tybee: Well, then you're going to have to shoot me because I am not going to ride into town without my boots.
Ernie Backwater: I could make you walk, tied to my horse's tail.
Will Tybee: You do that and I might lose my temper. And when I lose my temper, I sometimes act like a fool. I don't want to do that so close to dying.
Will Tybee: I didn't holler so loudly as you did either when Ernie put the iron to me.
Paladin: It's just because you were making so much noise you couldn't hear yourself.
Will Tybee: Ernie, who hollered the loudest?
Ernie Backwater: You were both as brave as pussycats. Now let's get riding.
Will Tybee: Stop thinking, Paladin, because no matter how fast you get that bullet off, my reflex will make his children orphans.
Will Tybee: You know, I expected you to come up with something, Paladin. That ain't much of a gun for this kind of thing.
Paladin: It doesn't have to be this way, Will.
Will Tybee: You'd better not shoot fancy this time, friend. You're not that good.
Paladin: I know. I'll shoot straight.