Bonnie: Excuse me, Mr. Marston, have you seen my father anywhere?
Bonnie: He went out this morning to ride the land and was supposed to be back hours ago. I don't know. The ranch hands have been out looking, but so far they found nothing.
Marston: Well come on, let's go find him.
Bonnie: Let's head out. He couldn't have gotten far.
Bonnie: I've got a bad feeling about this. It's not like him to be away for so long.
Marston: Don't worry. We'll find him.
Bonnie: He's not as young as he used to be. What if he's hurt himself?
Marston: Your father can still handle himself just fine, Miss MacFarlane. He's built like an oak.
Bonnie: You're probably right. But I can't help worrying. He's all I've got.
Marston: Don't you have any brothers or sisters, Miss MacFarlane?
Bonnie: I had six brothers. But five of them died, either from sickness or foolish choices.
Marston: And the other one?
Bonnie: He left for the East and never came back. Must be getting on for 10 years ago now. He's a high-and-mighty banker in New York, according to his last letter.
Marston: He should be here helping you and your Pa.
Bonnie: I don't want his help. He can live his life any way he wants. But when I see those city fellas coming in on the railway, all dressed up like a sore toe, I fear a little for his soul. He switched his saddle for a tie, and that's fine. I just never met a man in a tie I could trust. Who's that over there? Come on, let's hurry!
(Then, they find Drew)
Bonnie: Daddy! What happened?
Drew: Nothing nice. Rustlers, I guess. Maybe the Bollard Twins, that bunch. Now you head back to the ranch right now and fetch the wagon.
Bonnie: Yes, sir.
Drew: Marston, you watch after her!
Marston: I'll do that, sir.
Bonnie: What could have happened to those poor men? And their horses were dead too.
Marston: I think we should get back there as soon as we can.
Bonnie: Who could have done something like that?
Marston: Your Pa seemed to have an idea who it was. Let's just do what he says and get the wagon.
Bonnie: Those damn rustlers! I've got a good mind to head over to Pike's Basin myself.
Marston: I don't think that's a good idea.
Bonnie: And you're no better. How many men have you killed?
Marston: Do you really want to know?
Bonnie: It's disgusting.
Marston: You never met the men I killed.
Bonnie: I've heard the way you talk about that gang you were in. Like there was some twisted morality to what you did.
Marston: We all have a code, only some of us don't realize it.
Bonnie: The outlaw with a code? How wonderfully romantic! The reluctant murderer, the noble criminal. There's nothing more depressing than a man who's found a way to think the bad into good.
Marston: You're upset. Miss MacFarlane
Bonnie: Oh my god! The barn's on fire!
(They stop near the barn)
Bonnie: The doors are blocked! We need to find another way in! We have to find another way in there!
(Marston climbs to the windmill then to the barn)
Bonnie: He did it! Now get the horses out!
(Bonnie tries to go in but the smoke's too much)
Bonnie: I'm choking. Somebody else get in there!
(Marston frees the horses)
Amos: You sure know how to handle yourself. Thanks, Marston.
Bonnie: Yes, John, thanks, you...well, you saved the ranch.
Amos: Now if you'll excuse me, I have chores to attend to. Hey, hold on a second over there!
Bonnie: Sincerely, John, thank you.
Marston: Well, I did all I could, Miss MacFarlane. Sorry about all the damage. That gang seems to really want you out of here.
Bonnie: Yeah well, my father fought Indians. I scarcely think we're going to be frightened by some white trash.
Marston: White trash can be pretty frightening.
Bonnie: Well they don't frighten me.
Bonnie: John... my family owes you a great debt.
Marston: I think you've got enough debt. You saved my life. All I ask of you is this; if I get back home and get my farm started back up, you'll sell me some cattle. I prefer doing business with people I know.
Bonnie: Of course, Mr. Marston. It'd be my pleasure. Um...well, you get some rest. I've got to go and see how my father's bearing up.