- [Grimes, the sheriff, and two deputies are preparing to drag Anton out of court and kill him]
- Bat Masterson: He can't stop this trial!
- Judge Dorset: But four guns can spout an awful lot of law. I'm not going to argue with him.
- [Bat shows the sheriff how Grimes cheated him at roulette]
- Bat Masterson: I'm gonna leave him to your tender mercy. Don't be too tender.
- [last lines]
- [to Millie]
- Bat Masterson: If you hadn't given Anton a case of the goosepimples, I'd be the owner of a brand new ten-thousand-dollar gambling joint in a town with a deserted mountain. You see? Pays to keep your word.
- [first lines]
- Narrator: July 1885. Rumors of a fabulous gold strike at Telegraph Pass brought miners, gamblers, and gunmen to Apache Springs, last stop on the trail to the new diggings. Among them was Bat Masterson, the man who became a legend in his own time.