[to his wife]
Willard Grange: My horse is dead and you're back - shoulda been the other way around.
Chata: You white eyes want us all dead, but when I die, it will not be as a reservation Indian. I will die Apache - killing my enemies.
Willard Grange: You mean you like living with a bunch of savages?
Ellen Grange: You don't understand.
Willard Grange: Well, no, I don't understand. Lots of white women have been grabbed off by an Indian, and many a decent one of them would have killed herself before she let them turn her into an Indian squaw.
Ellen Grange: I'm not that decent, I guess!
Willard Grange: Oh, don't shout. They'll hear ya.
Ellen Grange: You don't care what happens to me... but only what people think about you.
Willard Grange: I do business with them people.
Ellen Grange: The same people who treat your wife like dirt. I was better off with the Indians!
Willard Grange: YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT OR I'LL - -
[Grange moves toward Toller with his rifle in his hand. Toller disarms him and kicks both into the dirt]
Toller: You were saying?
Willard Grange: Pick it up!
Toller: Be careful Grange.
Willard Grange: I told you to pick it up!
Toller: You've got another one in your hostler use that one or backwater.
Toller: [to cadet] Tell the Major he'll have to wait, I have some unfinished business.
Toller: Shut up McAllister! You don't scare me none, and you sure can't pull no rank on me.