- Mrs. Salter: The men look bad to me.
- Fred Salter: Well, they ought to feel right at home around here.
- Lon Tuttle: You fellas bound for Woodward?
- Al Jennings: Yeah. We thought maybe you could tell us something about the town.
- Lon Tuttle: You sure stopped the right party, son. I know all about Woodward. It's a rip-roaring town if there ever was one. Growing like a weed and wide open. Oh, but the prices there... it costs a fortune for anything you buy. So I hope you boys brought plenty of money along with ya.
- Frank Jennings: Oh, we brought enough.
- Lon Tuttle: Well, in that case just step right down off them horses and hit the ground with your hands in the air!
- Frank Jennings: Any of the old bunch still around?
- Lon Tuttle: Not many. Fred Salter is in jail for cattle rustling. Sammy Page and Doc Wrightmire got themselves hung for horse stealing. And the last I heard of Pete Kincaid, he was down in Indian country for his health. He got a sudden attack of lead poisoning running away from a posse. That leaves me and Buck and Slim Harris.
- Frank Jennings: Things must be pretty quiet around here.
- Alice Calhoun: Train robbers!
- Detective Dan Hanes: That's right, miss.
- Alice Calhoun: Oh, my goodness gracious! I simply don't know whether to chilled or thrilled!