- William Colton: [Hyman hides behind a rock when Cavalry ride by] Hyman, what are you doing over there?
- Hyman Rabinovitch: Cossacks!
- William Colton: Cossacks? They were troopers. They're not Cossacks. U.S. Cavalrymen.
- Hyman Rabinovitch: U.S. Cavalry?
- William Colton: Yeah, United States Cavalrymen.
- Hyman Rabinovitch: Back in Latvia, cossacks come, burn houses, kill people, kill my grandfather, kill my father. Every time I see uniform I think cossacks after Hyman. But I am wrong, huh? Not in America? Not in Wild West? No cossacks here?
- William Colton: No cossacks.
- Hyman Rabinovitch: Indians after Hyman, yes. Bandits after Hyman, possible. But no cossacks, huh?
- William Colton: No cossacks. Not in America.
- Charlie Parker: Like I said, mister, I'm just a rangehand like yourself. I don't do this professionally.
- William Colton: That a fact? Let me see that palm of yours.
- Charlie Parker: Hey!
- William Colton: You never branded with that hand. Or pulled up fence posts or used a rope. That's a nice smooth palm you got there. No callouses on the fingertips. That's the hand of a six-fingered card shark with extra aces in his pocket. All dressed up like a cowhand, aren't ya? Ready to swoop down off of his perch once an easy mark walks into the room. A drunken drummer, a wide-eyed tenderfoot. How are you with widows and orphans, huh?
- Charlie Parker: I get your point, mister.
- William Colton: That's good.