"Why, by *** girl, that's Colt's Dragoon! You're no bigger than a corn nubbin', what are you doin' with all this pistol?!"
"It belonged to my father, he carried it bravely in the war, and I intend to kill Tom Chaney with it if the law fails to do so."
"Well, this'll sure get the job done if you can find a fence post to rest it on while you take aim."