Buchanan Rides Alone
1958
Lew Agry: We were voted out of a double hanging, Buchanan. Unless you get on that horse and start riding, we'll make up for it with a double bury.
(Pecos speaks over Lafe's grave) Pecos Hill: Lafe, you and me worked for Lou Agry for nearly a year, and though I don't guess we was ever real buddies, I'm sorry it was me who stopped your clock. You had your good side, Lafe, but you had your bad side, too. Well... like cheatin' at stud and emptying my pockets whenever I got drunk. But I ain't holding these things against you, Lafe. And if you're holding a grudge against me, Lafe, just remember that when it come down to choosing between you and Buchanan here, well, I just had to choose Buchanan on account of he's a West Texan. And like I always say, let bygones be bygones. And I hope you're saying the same wherever you are. Well, so long, Lafe. You died real good.
Lew Agry: Let's take him over to the jailhouse and wait for him to come to. When I hang a man, I like him to know what's going on.
Waldo Peek: All right. Quiet, quiet, everybody! Your trial is about to start. Now Jim here is going to pass among you with a tray and the Judge wants me to have you put all your glasses in that tray... empty! The Judge don't want no more liquored-up opinion like he had in that last trial.
Lew Agry: You don't like this town? Tom Buchanan: I don't like some of its people. Lew Agry: Me included? Tom Buchanan: You especially. Lew Agry: Oh, you'd like to kill me, maybe? Tom Buchanan: I'd like to give you what you and your boys gave me. Lew Agry: Take the law into your own hands, is that it? Tom Buchanan: No. Just you.
Pecos Hill: There ain't no place like West Texas. Tom Buchanan: Then how come you're in California? Pecos Hill: Oh, I fiddle-footed. This country is so dang big, a man just itches to move around it. One day I got tired of watching the sun go west and I just followed it on out here. But I ain't itchin' no more. Before long, I'll follow that sun right on back to where I come from.