- Johnny Sharp: Tell me somethin', Mr. Colton. Here you sit on a cold rock floor listenin' to a stranger. Santa Fe, is that where you're headed? What makes a man chop a day out of his life and just give it away free to just any punk unlucky enough to have to pick that day for dyin'?
- William Colton: Santa Fe will be there tomorrow or the next day. And you're not just any punk, Johnny. Among other things you play a good guitar, and you tell a pretty fast story.
- Johnny Sharp: I was fourteen-years-old when I killed my first man, did I tell you that?
- William Colton: You told me.
- Johnny Sharp: And the rest of 'em, twelve, thirteen by my count. I filled up some graves in my time, Mr. Colton. I really have. Do you suppose they're up there waitin' for me, hm? Do you think there'll be a clerk of some kind that keeps the records? Puts somethin' on the bulletin board like "To whom it may concern: John J. Sharp will be with us tonight. All those with a debt to pay back, be at the front gate when he rides in."
- Doc Fritchman: [the undertaker unwraps the blanket and his eyes widen as he sees the face of the body] "As you sow so shall you reap," or something like that.
- William Colton: You know him?
- Doc Fritchman: Knew him. Johnny Sharp.
- William Colton: He told me to tell you, Doc, that at 11 o'clock tonight from that slab in there he'd pay back the one who killed him.
- William Colton: Anyone ordain why you have to leave the earth this afternoon, tonight or sometime soon? A bullet can always be gotten out, a broken bone can take a splint. Tell me, young man, what's the rush?