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- Narrator: Summer, 1881. Bat Masterson arrived in Concho, an outpost of civilization, to pick up a prisoner in a tumbleweed wagon - a traveling jail of the West. An incident in the life of Bat Masterson, the man who became a legend in his own time.
- Sheriff Vince Morgan: Tell me something. What's a man like you doin' transportin' a murderer in a tumbleweed wagon?
- Bat Masterson: He killed a very good friend of mine.
- Bat Masterson: I came to meet the bride. Forgive me if I say you don't look like the kind of girl who'd be marrying Luke Steiger.
- Julie Poe: Really? What should I look like?
- Bat Masterson: Hard, scared, without much hope.
- Julie Poe: Well, appearances do fool you sometimes. You don't really look like a federal deputy, either. You look more like a faro dealer.
- Bat Masterson: Faro, poker, roulette - they're all very good friends of mine... and so was Sam Burroughs, the man Steiger murdered.
- Bat Masterson: [to Julie] I'm sorry. You start out with a tumbleweed wagon and wind up with a hearse.
- Julie Poe: You don't have to be sorry.