- Laura Hopkins: First, I thought the way to do it is to make you remember, make new again what was between us and, knowing you and the kind of man you are, I'd say, "There's some trouble, Bat. I need your help." You'd put on your grin and your gun... somehow there wouldn't be any trouble any more.
- Clark Benson: Maybe that circuit rider'll take his time about us because there's more important killings took place somewheres else with more shivaree to it and more picnic dancin'. Ya see, we only had a small killing take place here - my brother's.
- Bat Masterson: I call you thieves. There's a brand on the horse I rode and I've seen others you call wild shod - that makes you thieves. I know some among you don't hold with it, but you don't do anything about it, so that dirties you with it. You keep silent about a boy shackled to a tree - that makes you a mob. That makes you thieves and murderers. One man's pushing you into it and you let him. How long are you going to let him do that?
- Clark Benson: Well, you wanted a trial, boy, and you're gonna get it. And as long as it takes, that's how much livin' you got left. So if it's worthwhile to you, you better stand peaceful, huh.
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- Narrator: Nevada, September 5, 1886. Wild horses, wild men, wild times from the history of the West and the life of Bat Masterson, a man who became a legend in his own time.