- [the Sonnetts survive a shootout with five vicious gunslingers]
- James 'Jim' Sonnett: How do you feel, son?
- Jeff Sonnett: A little sick.
- James 'Jim' Sonnett: Pa?
- Will Sonnett: I wish I hadn't et.
- James 'Jim' Sonnett: Yeah, it's like that with me - always.
- [last lines]
- Will Sonnett: Dear Lord, our lives are in Your hands. / You brought us together at last. / Help us now to defend the right / Let vengeance forget the past.