Narrator: Shotgun Falls, Wyoming. In this part of the West, life and death had definite similarities. Both were fast, violent, and full of surprises to Bat Masterson, the man who became a legend in his own time.
Bank Manager: That Eddie Moon must have thought a lot of you.
Bat: Well, he did. It was all bad.
Bank Manager: Corbett's a big man in Shotgun Falls. Town's mighty proud to have him as marshal.
Bat: Oh, I can understand that. He'd be the wrong man to have against you.
Constance: He must have been very fond of you.
Bat: The fact is, he despised me.
Bat: Well, you see, his poker hands were always a little inferior to mine, even though he palmed them. Last time we played, he went home in a barrel. He swore he'd get even with me if it was the last thing he did. He's a man of his word.
Bat: Mr. Whitney, I happen to be very sentimental about bad poker players. Eddie died, I gained a bed debt and lost a source of income.
Harrison Whitney: The people who read my newspaper aren't fools.
Bat: Of course not. They're curious, intelligent, and generous. Eager to meet every new challenge. Too bad your newspaper hasn't the courage to meet them at their own level.
Harrison Whitney: Now, hold on there, Masterson. A responsible editor is obligated to meet certain journalistic precedents.
Bat: A courageous editor establishes the precedents. Good day, Mr. Whitney.
Bat: Don't pull that trigger, Marshal. You're liable to ruin my derby.
Bat: From now on, I'm accepting no more gifts from dead men--they're too hard to return.
Leon Alton is listed in the end credits but never appears.