Smoke: I've been watching you all day, boy. You do have a ken of weapons. Who knows, in time, you might even rank with the best.
Paladin: How long'll you make me wait, old man?
Smoke: Too quick to action; too slow to thought. That's the sin of youth, and penance of old men, my Paladin.
Paladin: Old men who are afraid to die? Smoke, are you afraid? Do you know why you're going to have to face me, sooner or later? Eye to eye?
Smoke: You tell me, Paladin.
Paladin: Because there's another death, that hunts for you in the dark of the moon; even I can hear it coughing through the canyon in the night! Now, have I waiting long enough?
Smoke: I don't even know if you could hit the sky, presuming you could get that gun out of the holster. (Turns and balances a bullet on the edge of a branch, before tossing down a bullet and stepping out of sight) So you're not distracted by a plethora of targets. Now shoot it out of there, like the fair lad you are. (Paladin shoots and hits the target) At daybreak then, noble Paladin?