Came here from the east.

For ten years, we fought the Indians.

Tough men.

Then we had outlaws.

Then we had drought.

We had small pox.

Terrible winters.

I've burried more of my children than I've raised.

I've seen strong men wither and die under that unforgiven sun.

But I've never once doubted my life here.

Mister Marshall!

Come out, come out where ever you are!

This is the land of opportunity, mister!

Horse. Haha. Horse must be used if you are to have your own way.

No one needs to kill anyone, Bill.

You do so love to talk in riddles, Mister Marston.