(Cull starts to draw on Paladin, who wings him with his derringer)
Paladin: He'll live.
Sheriff: You call that a fair fight? (Paladin silently hands over his regular gun) Ain't loaded!
Paladin: That's right. You rob a corpse, leave it. Corpse gets up, walks into town. And you try to get it to lie down again, by giving it an empty gun, challenging it to a shootout. That is just about as worthless a man as I've seen in a long time, and yet this town was willing to hide him, protect him. Why?
Sheriff: Now, Cull was no darn good, but he was awful slick. He owed almost everybody. Then when he showed up with that money, said he won in a card game, we all descended on him and he paid off. There's an old sayin', "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth".
Paladin: There's also an old saying, that none is so blind as he who will not see, now do I get my money, or do you get me?