We learn in this episode that the Maverick brothers hail from the town of Little Ben, Texas.
It's revealed in this episode that Bret and Bart spent two years serving in the Union Army fighting Native Americans on the Plains in the years immediately following the Civil War. They joined to avoid being held in a Union POW camp.
Despite being a flashback to the younger years of the Maverick brothers there's no mention whatsoever of their Pappy in this episode. Pappy would be mentioned with much more frequency in Season Two.
Bret: In August, when the scorching Colorado sun has baked the land bone dry, the Yude Indians resort to a snake dance as a plea for rain. To the white man, this is merely a superstitious ceremony, colorful, but useless. (a storm starts) A fat lot he knows.
Dandy Jim Buckley: Go ahead, what good's money? We're all going to drown anyway.
Bret: He's mad because he got his fancy boots all wet.
Bart: Oh, Bret, if you can't trust Dandy Jim, who can you trust?
Bret: What are you doing here? My king was high.
Bart: Ah, but it was also crimped, brother Bret. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Crimped. I looked at it after you left.
Bret: Yes, well as they say, brother Bart, all's fair in …
Laura Miller: Well, gentlemen, what can I get for you?
Bret: Another girl?
Bart: For him.
Bart: Now, we get to Fort Adobe, you get to keep the horse and the saddle, and the blanket, and the gun, and the boots--the whole caboodle. Plus any Comanche scalps you might happen to pick up along the way.
Mike: What if the Comanches pick up the scalps?
Bart: Well then, um, we keep the caboodle.
Bret: Easy, brother Bart. You're too quick to temper.
Bret: You got one of three choices, sonny. Guns, fists, or turn tail.
Jett: You talk big with a crowd on your side.
Bret: Brother Bart, you just shoot the first man who makes a move to help me… or him.
Bret: (upon joining the cattle drive) Anybody know which way west is?
Bret: That's quite an apology.
Laura Miller: Who said I was sorry?
Bret: You really go after what you want, don't you?
Laura Miller: Look who's talking.
Jesse Hayden: You're hangin' yourself, Bret.
Bret: Beats lettin' strangers do it.