- Poco: You, Posse, you turn around and ride straight out. No look back. Not you, Senor Hawse! Not you, Senor Sneed! You no move. You get down from your horses. So, you would turn El Capitan Stewart over to be killed, huh? No, I don't think you live long enough to do that. You're the kind of Americanos who kick us and beat us and call us Greasers. Even a poor little girl like Bonita. You make my people think all Gringos bad, like you. Not kind and good like Senor Gene. But I've leaned now; I've learned mucho from my Capitan. So, I give you a chance. Now, you go for your guns!