- [first lines]
- Narrator: Southwest territory, 1860: The West was young and growing. Timbered with pioneers who hoped to tame this new land into a literal paradise for their cattle and farms.
- Narrator: Men had to be tough to live long and that went for bandits who had conquered it in their minds as well as cattlemen and nesters who had defended it in theirs. To many it was a long hard fight; to others it was hopeless. Some turned their teams towards home again; others not so lucky stayed behind - there only monument a wooden cross in Boot Hill.
- Shamrock Ellison: The doctor says you were pretty lucky, Deacon. He said the bullet only grazed your skull and knocked you out.
- Deacon: Well, the way I look at it, I'da been a goner if it hit any place but my head.
- Lucky Hayden: Who are you?
- Shamrock Ellison: Across the border they call me "Shamrock", or to put it more bluntly, I'm hot cargo.
- Ann Hayden: Keep away from me, Kent - I'm telling you for the last time!
- Kent: I'm glad you're not countin' anymore, 'cause I'm gettin' tired of hearin' it.
- [last lines]
- Colonel: We better get you into town.
- Shamrock Ellison: Make in pronto, Sheriff. I've got a promise to keep and I want to talk her out of it!
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