- Lt. Shanley: I served under the Captain at Shiloh, Fredericksburg, and in the Comanche wars.
- Charles Briswell: But fortunately, not at Bitter Creek.
- Jason McCord: As I recall, you lost two good friends at Bitter Creek.
- Lt. Shanley: As I recall, you lost thirty.
- Jason McCord: Lieutenant, according to Regulations, a soldier salutes the uniform, not the man.
- Lt. Shanley: I just broke a Regulation. Report me, Captain.
- Charles Briswell: Everybody knows Apaches don't fight at night.
- Jason McCord: That's what everybody thinks, Briswell. You haven't been in this country long enough or you'd know, Apaches fight when they're in the mood. Day or night.
- Charles Briswell: Are you calling me a liar, McCord?
- Jason McCord: Thirty dead troopers at Bitter Creek are calling you a liar. That massacre happened at night.
- Charles Briswell: I saw the whole battle from a butte where I was prospecting.
- Wheeler - Miner: Well, how come you didn't know him?
- Charles Briswell: I did, but he wasn't advertising his name so I didn't. You were handed a rotten deal. The Army would have given you a medal if they'd seen what I saw.
- Wheeler - Miner: Well, you ain't gonna see nothing else 'cos we're gonna hang you. And you might have some company.
- Charles Briswell: Quite nice. But I didn't steal it. I've got a watch.
- Wheeler - Miner: The way we figure it, you're a music lover. Right, boys, you broke the old man's neck just to get his music.
- Sample - Miner: You sure ain't got much time to keep track of Mr Briswell.
- Charles Briswell: This trial is a mockery of justice. You haven't listened to one word of my defence. I have a right to a fair trial. I demand a fair trial. This is nothing but a kangaroo court.
- Wheeler - Miner: Well, we're long on brains and short on hands around here. Lost a man yesterday. Fancy man here busted his neck. Now we're gonna bust HIS neck. After we hold miners' court.
- Jason McCord: You said you were prospecting there. You don't act or look like a prospector.
- Charles Briswell: I don't grovel with a pick or shovel, if that's what you mean. I'm a geologist. Magna cum Laude, Oxford. I spent years following the elusive yellow from India to South America, finally, here.
- Charles Briswell: I saw McCord shoot down five Apaches. Then he ran out of bullets and he started using his sabre> Two more Apaches were sliced lengthways. Like bloody melons.
- Jason McCord: Those details are necessary.
- Charles Briswell: You never know what small detail may help. Where was I? Oh, yes, he tracked down three more Apaches.
- Lt. Shanley: You said two.
- Charles Briswell: I did? They were falling all around like leaves. Anyway, suddenly, one of them came up behind McCord and laid him out with the butt of a carbine directly beside the body of Colonel Reid.
- Jason McCord: That tree you said you were hiding behind up on the hill. Was it a juniper?
- Charles Briswell: And that first Indian you shot, did he have two feathers in his hair, or three?
- Jason McCord: I see what you mean.
- Charles Briswell: I was watching a massacre. I wasn't classifying trees.