Rufus Ryker: I don't want no trouble, Starrett. I came to inform ya. I got that beef contract for the reservation.
Joe Starrett: Did it take this many of you to tell me that?
Rufus Ryker: I mean business.
Joe Starrett: Then you tend to your own.
Rufus Ryker: That's just what I'm doing! I'm telling ya now, I'm gonna need all my range.
Joe Starrett: Now that you've warned me, would you mind gettin' off my place?
Rufus Ryker: Your place! You're gonna have to get out before the snow flies.
Joe Starrett: And supposin' I don't?
Rufus Ryker: You and the other squatters...
Joe Starrett: Homesteaders, you mean, don't you?
Rufus Ryker: I could blast you out of here right now, you and the others.
Joe Starrett: Now you listen to me, the time for gun-blastin' a man off his own place is past. Why, they're building a penitentiary right now...
Marian Starrett: Joe, that's enough.