- Rowdy Yates: Out there, in this country, there's a strange breed of man.
- Sister Margaret: Don't take me to be so naive, Mr Yates. This may be my first trip out here, but the West has no monopoly on sin.
- Rowdy Yates: Out here, justice is right to the point.
- Sister Margaret: Brutality can't be defined as justice.
- Rowdy Yates: It's an ancient Indian torture rack. They stretch a man across boughs here and strap his arms and legs here. They put these strips of wet rawhide to these branches. That rawhide dries... Whoever was on this was lucky. The strips have been cut.
- Jim Quince: It depends on how long he was there before he was cut down.
- Rowdy Yates: The rawhide's still wet.
- Maria Jose Chappala: I had an appointment with that rack. Maybe somebody will come back to make sure I keep it.
- Sister Teresa: May I interrupt?
- Sam Barnes: Help yourself.
- Sister Teresa: Yours is the Ace of Spades. And yours is the 9 of Diamonds. Mr Wishbone, you have the Jack of Spades. If you don't mind my saying so, Mr Barnes, your dealing of the Mexican turnover is a little rusty.
- Maria Jose Chappala: You remember what Barnes said to you about the Valley of Tears? Doesn't that do anything to you? Is that what you've been trained for? To save a man who would sell whites to the Comanches?
- Sister Teresa: Don't confuse medicine with mysticism. I don't choose my patients any more than I predict their horoscopes.
- Maria Jose Chappala: [Chappala speaks over Barnes' final resting place and cross] May the wicked cease from troubling. May the weary be at rest.
- Sister Margaret: The Old Testament, Mr Chappala?
- Maria Jose Chappala: The Book of Job, my Little Angel, chapter 3, verse 7. In the Santa Fe jail, your Bible was the only thing I could find to read. It seemed a good epitaph for a man who tried to buck the tiger one too many times. I hope they don't use an honest deck where he is. He will be lost.
- Maria Jose Chappala: With the Comancheros it didn't matter who your people were. Or what you were. So long as you could measure up with a gun and a horse.
- Sister Margaret: And a complete lack of morality.
- Maria Jose Chappala: Morality, my Little Angel, is something no half-breed can afford!