- Wishbone: The way I heard it, it some French fella named Napoleon said an army marches on its belly. Well, I don't know much about armies, but I mighty well know that's true about trail drives. The beeves eat what they can, but the drovers are a little more particular. So one day I'll cook 'em pig vests with buttons - that's salt pork and beans. Next day they'll get Kansas City fish - that's salt pork with brown berries, and that's beans. The day after they're liable to get sow belly. That's salt beans. This time with prairie strawberries. And that's beans. So the fourth day I stay out of sight. My name's Wishbone, feeder of the Gil Favor outfit.
- Wishbone: That's just a little light soup with thimble-sized cornmeal dumplings. You didn't have any clams 'cos I could've made you a chowder. There, I got drop biscuits frying. Might have been better if I'd had a sour dough cake. But, oh well. That's the goulash.
- Mrs. Spencer: What?
- Wishbone: Goulash. Ah, beef, salt pork cracklings, ah, onions, carrots, peas, peppercorns, parsnip. No, I couldn't find any parsnip.
- Mrs. Spencer: Oh, I'm sorry.
- Noel Detrick: Ore ain't fetching as much as it used to. I've been hurt as much as anybody.
- Wishbone: You don't look like you're suffering much.
- Noel Detrick: YOU! What do you know about ore?
- Wishbone: Nothing. Except if you're saying the price is going down, I say it's going up.
- Noel Detrick: That's about the same as calling me a liar, ain't it.
- Wishbone: You're brighter than I thought you was.
- Wishbone: That's the best breakfast I ever had.
- Mrs. Spencer: It's none of my business, Mr Wishbone, but don't tell me that out on that trail of yours driving all that cattle, they don't give you a good breakfast?
- Wishbone: Not exactly.
- Mrs. Spencer: Well, I don't know how you stand it.
- Wishbone: I been kinda wondering that myself.
- Mrs. Logan: You're sure gonna miss that Wishbone when he goes back to the drive.
- Mrs. Spencer: If he goes back.
- Mrs. Logan: Sarah, you ain't meaning? Well, I suppose if he cut those whiskers off, he wouldn't be a bad looking man.
- Mrs. Spencer: Mhh. I like his whiskers.
- Mrs. Logan: It's just a matter of taste. Does he know he ain't going back?
- Mrs. Spencer: Not yet.
- Wishbone: Detrick's bluffing. If he closes that emporium, he ain't gonna make any money on them supplies. And if he don't haul ore, what's he gonna do with all them freight wagons of his? Don't forget, he's got all those men of his to pay. He's got good money invested in them supplies. He holds onto them too long, they'll spoil off. No, sir, what you gotta do is stand firm, Detrick will come 'round begging you to do business with him.
- Mushy: Last time I see him, he was getting ready to take a hot bath.
- Gil Favor: Well, he must be out of it by now.
- Mrs. Spencer: Oh, he'll be back in a couple of days.
- Mushy: I dunno. Mr Wishbone's been talking about quitting the drive and settling down.
- Gil Favor: He's been talking like that for the last ten years.
- Mushy: And now with that widow woman taking care of him like that.
- Gil Favor: Widow? What widow woman?
- Mushy: Mrs Spencer. She's the one giving him the hot bath...
- Gil Favor: PETE!
- Pete Nolan: I know, I know. I shouldna let him take the shortcut back there. How was I to know there was a widow woman waiting in them mountains.