Gil: it's not the rounding up and the roping and branding of the cattle that's the big problem for the ranchers. It's getting them to market. Fifteen hundred bone-weary miles, from the southern tip of Texas to the railhead at Sedalia. That's where I come in. Gil Favor's my name. Trail boss.
Lennie: Dallas, you got any objections to seein' that deputy go under?
Dallas: No objections.
Quince: The deputy's dead and the marshal ain't got far to go.
Dallas: You're a fool.
Favor: You may be right about that.