- Conway: [to Colton, who looks mournfully at the slain stagecoach driver] If you have any tears, prepare to shed them now.
- William Colton: What about blood?
- Conway: See how the thirsty land drinks it in? From a cloudless sky a blessing of mortal moisture. There's no help in the devil's domain, Colton. Only sinners survive.
- William Colton: Those scars didn't change you. They're just your justification to take and kill, instead of earn and love. You'd have run out on the world scar or no scar.