In the woods outside of Sweetwater, Tom and a young teenager shoot it out with a posse and Tom’s cheek is scratched. When the teenager is injured, Tom grabs him and rolls down the hill. The posse, led by Marshal Phillip Mondragón, move in and find blood, but no sign of Tom and his friend. Meanwhile, Tom rides into Sweetwater and takes the boy into the Red Ox to tend to his wounds, unaware that Philo is watching him from his cellar...Read the full recap
Philo Sandeen: Man cuts a wide swath for himself, hey, Duke?
Duke: Claims he's Terrible Fred McShane - The Butcher - wanted in more territories than there are states!
Rodney: Well, I wouldn't worry myself over it, the barn raisin' oughta go just fine.
Bret: I know, but somehow the thought of half a town crawlin' around my ranch with hammers in their hands just doesn't set well on my nerve.
Tom: Marshal Mondragón and his men should be movin' in two or three days.
Tom: You know him?
Bret: Oh, well, this gets riper by the second! Tom … Tom, there's only two men this side a New Orleans that make my palms sweat and Phillip Mondragón is both of 'em!
Dowd: Now, wait just a damn minute! This is still my town and it's my job to know what goes on here, if you…
Marshal Phillip Mondragón: Your town can burn in Hell for all I care! When William Bonney escaped, he just happened to shoot the last friend I had worth knowin'. And Governor Wallace agrees, that boy's hangin' is long overdue. Now, God help you, Dowd, if your shadow so much as falls in my way.
Philo Sandeen: I'm holding the conchos on one of the deadliest men that ever crawled out from under a rock and all mon-dragon here can say is "Oh?"
Tom: You could get hurt here, Sandeen.
Philo Sandeen: I could get rich here, Guthrie.
Doc Vetter: What's going on here, Maverick?
Bret: You got me, but from the look of their cheap clothes and their bad manners, I'd say they're some kinda law.
Bret: I got one pistol on the right.
Tom: Another one in these trees over here. I say we go for 'em at the count of three.
Bret: Three? How about ten?
Philo Sandeen: Maverick, you know it's bad medicine to harm a blood brother, and drowning is frowned on by the entire Comanche nation.
Bret: And I suppose comin' out here and shootin' some daylight in me qualifies you for an eagle feather or two, eh, Squatting Bear?
Philo Sandeen: Standing Bear!
Marshal Phillip Mondragón: Well. Bret Maverick.
Bret: Marshal Mondragón.
Marshal Phillip Mondragón: Just how long has it been, would you say?
Bret: Well, I don't know. I haven't exactly been countin' the days.
Marshal Phillip Mondragón: Well, that's a pity. I have.
Bret: Well, now that's funny. I always thought your specialty was countin' the notches in your gun.
Marshal Phillip Mondragón: It still is.
Mary Lou: Well, if Maverick's Pappy were around, he'd probably say something like "The best place to hide the pea is under the table."