"Gentlemen," he said, "it's Fletcher Hill--and not Buckskin Bill--who's the boss of this valley.

And he's a good boss--he's a sportsman--he's a maker of men.

And this lady is going to be his wife.
You're going to stand by her, boys.

You aren't going to make a widow of her before she's married.

You aren't going to let a skunk like Harley make skunks of you all.