(A passer-by on horseback gives Paladin and Possum directions to the nearest town with a federal marshall, then goes on his way.)
Possum: That's him!
Paladin: That's who?
Possum: Arnie, that's him! Didn't you see the way he's wearin' his guh? Left handed!
I finally tracked him down! Gimmie that gun, I gotta kill him--
Paladin: Possum, that gun's not loaded!
Possum: Oh, let me go, I gotta--
Paladin: Possum! What about the body in the back of this wagon?
(Possum glances in the back, then looks at Paladin uncomprehendingly.)
Possum: Who? Don't you understand?
Paladin: I'm afraid I do.