- Sheriff of Buckhorn: All right, Mitchell, your year's up.
- Brock Mitchell: Didn't seem like more than ten!
- Sheriff of Buckhorn: You're lucky it wasn't the rope.
- Brock Mitchell: Looks like the citizens out there still have ideas.
- Sheriff of Buckhorn: Remember, if you ever come through this town again, I might not be here, but they will be!
- Sheriff Clay: I got word from the Sheriff of Buckhorn that you were headed this way. Also from every sheriff in every town you passed through from there to here.
- Brock Mitchell: It was nice of them to look out for me.
- Tracy Mitchell: You know how they are - old timers - trustin' the Good Book and not much else. Still play poker with two decks and three guns on the table.
- Van Steeden: Half the people I know tell me tobacco's good for the nerves; half the people tell me it's bad. I think they're both right.
- Chad Deasey: Let me lay it out for you. You killed my brother... before I'm done with you, you'll wish it were the other way around. I'm going to make you a mark for every trigger-happy punk. I'm going to push you off the land, out of town, into the saddle, onto the trail with nothing but your roll and gun. There won't be a town within a thousand miles where the sheriff won't be waiting for you; won't be a town within a thousand miles where you'll be able to rest your head.
- Brock Mitchell: Clay's right - trouble grows around me like weeds. Everyone I touch... I shouldn't of come back. I'm leaving.
- Tracy Mitchell: All right, you leave again, but not without me. You think I tried to keep the ranch goin' for myself? I don't want it without you; I don't want any part of that loneliness again. You hit the trail, I hit it with you. You live in the saddle - a saddle bum - I live it with you. You can't run away from it any more, Brock. I'm tired of holding the fort by myself.
- Van Steeden: I think Tracy and I see even clearer than you what this thing means. It isn't just saving the land, it isn't just foreclosing on a piece of property - it's foreclosing on a man's life.
- Brock Mitchell: It isn't easy to join the human race again once you've been drummed out, but we'll try.
- Ginny Clay: Chad Deasey had your brother killed.
- Brock Mitchell: I killed Deasey's brother and Trace.
- Ginny Clay: No, Brock.
- Brock Mitchell: The bullet that went through Deasey's body - my bullet - never stopped until in found Trace... and killed him.
- Ginny Clay: They murdered him, Brock, and if you don't settle with yourself, desert your own brother... You can't let Trace's life go for nothing... and I wouldn't love a man who could.
- Brock Mitchell: I can't touch a gun again.
- Chad Deasey: Brock Mitchell... you killed his brother?
- Miley Sutton: Oh, would you like the credit? All right, you say you killed him. I won't argue with you.
- Chad Deasey: You don't understand. Mitchell... he'll come after me!
- Miley Sutton: Just be polite to him.
- [last lines]
- Chad Deasey: Don't shoot!
- Brock Mitchell: There's nothing more a gun can do to you... or for you.
- Chad Deasey: [to Miley Sutton about Brock] The next time he makes a move like that, gun 'em, you hear? You're my bodyguard, and you got a right to gun him down like a dog!