- Dal Traven: [Chuckles as he hurriedly pulls on his boots]
- Mac Traven: This seems to remind you of something, don't it?
- Dal Traven: Yeah, only it was the other way around.
- Mac Traven: Old Man Childers' barn?
- Dal Traven: Yeah. I seem to recall his daughter was there too, and her brothers comin' after ya.
- Mac Traven: Yeah, I had a helluva time pullin' my boots on.
- Dal Traven: It wasn't just your boots, little brother.
- Sheriff Miles Gillette: Jack Traven's going back to Texas.
- Dal Traven: We're all goin' back to Texas. Uncle Jack's is ridin' with us.
- Sheriff Miles Gillette: You boys busted your Uncle jack outta jail, now I'm willin' to let that slide.
- Jesse Traven: You ain't got no authority down here. What'd he do anyhow?
- Sheriff Miles Gillette: What'd he DO? This man's a horse thief, a renegade, a double dealin' lyin' womanizin'...
- Mac Traven: Womanizin' ain't against the law.
- Uncle 'Black Jack' Traven: Go ahead. Tell 'em, Gillette, how you been sittin' on your rump all these year and all of a sudden you start chasin' me till I 'bout turned into raw meat.
- Sheriff Miles Gillette: You just been runnin' loose too long.
- Uncle 'Black Jack' Traven: There's more to it than that. You tell 'em or I will.
- Sheriff Miles Gillette: I'll carve your tongue out , Jack.
- Dal Traven: Better tell us, Miles
- Sheriff Miles Gillette: He's... he's been after my wife.
- Uncle 'Black Jack' Traven: That ain't all of it. That wife of yours has been after me for years. And I just got tired of runnin.
- Sheriff Miles Gillette: I... I caught 'em together, and I'm gonna take him in.
- Mac Traven: You take one Traven, you gotta take 'em all.
- Mac Traven: Excuse me. I seem to have caught you in the middle of something.
- Outlaw: We're just havin' a little fun. I mean, up till now, it's just been swattin' moskeeters. Now we're gonna hang us a Reb.
- Mac Traven: Get 'im down.
- Outlaw: What for? You're a Yankee aintcha?
- Mac Traven: That's right.
- Outlaw: Well this man's a Reb! A damned Reb! Why you botherin'?
- Mac Traven: Usually wouldn't. Cept this one happens to be my brother.
- [Mac cocks his pistol and points it at the outlaw]
- Mac Traven: Get him down.
- Mac Traven: I don't know nothin' bout Mexico. Dal?
- Dal Traven: Not much.
- Mac Traven: Jesse?
- Jesse Traven: [Jesse shakes his head]
- Dal Traven: I know someone who does. Jack Traven.
- Mac Traven: You are talkin' about Uncle Black Jack Traven?
- Dal Traven: Yessir.
- Mac Traven: Well, big brother, you know there are some people who call him scoundrel.
- Dal Traven: [Dal Grins]
- Mac Traven: Some might even call him an outlaw.
- Dal Traven: [Dal grins bigger]
- Mac Traven: And we all know he's a rogue. Sides, we don't know where to find 'im.
- Dal Traven: Converse County Jail.
- Mac Traven: [Shrugs] What are we waitin' for?