All the same, Duane, I want you to stop quarreling with my men.

If you were one of us--that'd be different.

I can't keep my men from fighting.

But I'm not called on to let an outsider hang around my camp and plug my rustlers." "I guess I'll have to be hitting the trail for somewhere," said Duane.
"Why not join my band?
You've got a bad start already, Duane, and if I know this border you'll never be a respectable citizen again.

You're a born killer.