"There ain't no hay in here! What do you think this is, a cow's hotel? The livery barn's next door!"
"They ain't no outlaw goin' to run Timber City while I'm marshal!"
"Put 'er here, pardner!" answered the Texan. "You run Timber City an' I'll run the Red Front! Come on in an' buy a drink, so I can get my change!"
"You're arrested fer disturbin' the peace!"
"Come an' get me, then. But come a-shootin'!"
"You can't git away with it. I got twenty men here, an' everyone packin' a gun!"
"You've got me, then," mocked the Texan. "I've only got two guns. Run 'em in in a bunch. I can only take care of a dozen, an' the rest can get me before I can reload."
"Yer kickin' up an awful stink fer a dollar an' four bits."
"'Tain't the money, it's the principle of the thing. An' besides, I aimed to pull a hell-winder of a jamboree—an' I'm doin' it."
"You ain't helpin' yer case none by raisin' a rookus like this. Come out an' give yerself up. All there is agin you is a fine an' a little damages."