Gil Carter:
[Gil and Art discuss their uneasiness about certain members of the posse]
Besides, I like to pick my own bosses.
Art Croft:
Whether we picked 'em or not, we sure got 'em.
Gil Carter:
That's what I don't like. That Smith, and Bartlett, shootin' off their mouths... Farnley... and that renegade, Tetley, struttin' around in his uniform pretending he's so much. He never even *saw* the South until after the war, and then only long enough to marry that kid's mother and get run outta the place by her folks.
Art Croft:
I figured there was somethin' fishy about him, dressin' up like that.
Gil Carter:
For sure. Why'd ya suppose he'd be livin' in this neck o' the woods if he didn't have something to hide?
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