Marshal Bob Foster:
Sheriff Conger, you're under arrest!
Sheriff:
You've got nothing on me.
Marshal Bob Foster:
Oh no? Just moonshining, murder, giving whiskey to Indians... and a few other little things.
Sheriff:
You can't prove any of those things and you wouldn't talk that way if you didn't have that gun.
[Whip holsters his gun]
Marshal Bob Foster:
You'll a murderer, Conger, and you're gonna hang for it, but first I have a score to settle for Gray Eagle...
[The Sheriff slugs Bob and the fight is on...]
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