- Les Hunt: That's 50 miles from here.
- Michob: Correction, sir, it's 3 days, a dozen mountains, and one good pair of boots from here.
- Gil Favor: You walked the ways?
- Michob: Only since that great beady-eyed monster I called good friend horse decided to part company with me and my wagon and there on the open side of a cliff. Phew, aside from my neck, this was all I could salvage.
- Wishbone: Aw, it's gonna take 'til noon for things to dry out. And I'd like to brew up some cherry elixir. The men are all gonna have colds after the wetting that got
- Michob: It's true that I've lost my stock, but, you see, to a man of commerce, adversity is where to gain fortune. Turn of the wheel, so to speak. Today disaster, tomorrow the end of the rainbow.
- Gil Favor: Maybe in St Louis or even in Homeville, but not Sloan's Crossing. That's an open grave. Both you and I know the only commerce a town like that understands begins and ends with a pack of cards and a stock of six-bit reservation fire water.
- Wishbone: There's some stories about that legend in here that says sometimes the wanderer brings good luck, but others say that the wanderer was nothing but catastrophe, married to disaster, and committing bigamy with ruin. Well, we had nothing but bad luck since he showed up.
- Gil Favor: Two coincidences don't make a legend, any more than old wives' tales, and ghosts, and goblins come true.
- Michob: No man could ever run away from trouble, any more than he can cut off his shadow and bury it.
- Gil Favor: I understand a cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing. Unfortunately, at the moment, I happen to know both.
- Michob: Mountains are and they're crooked, and they're flat, but they're still mountains. And water is green and blue and white, and it's still water. And I am still a man. Just like you. I bring you no bad luck. I bring no disaster, and I certainly did not bring myth to life. That no man can do.