Pete Nolan: [after burying Mrs. Manson] It don't seem right, though. Maybe it's because she's a woman.
Gil Favor: What do you mean, a woman dying?
Pete Nolan: No, I mean being left alone out here in the middle of nowhere like this. Different with a man; man's pretty much of a loner anyhow. A woman ought to be left with her folks.
Rowdy Yates: You know, when... when I was a kid, my pa used to take me out to the churchyard now and then to pay respects to his ma. She was... she was buried right there with her ma, and sister, and some other kin I never even heard of. It all seemed kind of right that way, ya know? All being buried together.
Pete Nolan: That's what I mean. It oughta be that way with her, too.
Wishbone: Aren't you both forgettin' somethin'? I mean, uh, a woman don't just lie there in the ground, any more 'n a man does. She's not off in those cottonwoods. And your pa's ma, and those others, they're not in that churchyard. They're with their family and friends, where they oughta be.
Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, that's all according to how you believe.
Wishbone: Well, no, I'm not givin' ya any preacher talk, Rowdy. Heaven, and hell, and the hereafter, I don't know anything about that. What I mean is... right here, on this Earth, I don't think anybody ever really dies. Don't make any difference what happens to the bones. They'll be alive in the minds and the hearts of the livin'. You talk about your kin in that churchyard, don't that keep 'em alive?
Rowdy Yates: I suppose so, yeah.
Wishbone: Same with that woman out there in those cottonwoods. She won't be alone. She'll be with her children.