Possum: That's a hundred-percent goat-milk broth. Curdled it right in here myself. You see if that don't perk up the hairs on ya. Tasty, ain't it?
Paladin: Well, that does have quite a taste. You got my guns?
Possum: Stowed away tight inside. I ain't exactly the trusting type. I wouldn'ta come by the name Possum if I was. You'd have been cooked dead before another sun fell. Him, too. He's still ticking. You or him the lawman?
Paladin: Neither one.
Possum: Ah, make no never mind to me. 'Nother swill of this?
Paladin: No thanks. Prospecting?
Possum: Manner of speaking. But you wasn't.
Paladin: No. Possum, what's the nearest point of civilization?
Possum: Oh. Puma Gulch. Trading store there. 'Cept I ain't headin' that way.
Paladin: I'd be happy to pay you.
Paladin: Three hundred dollars?
Paladin: Five hundred dollars? (Possum brings out a heavy book)
Possum: Well. Ah. Delphinium Encyclopedia of Knowledge. Bought the whole set off a salesman in Tucson. I read me up to the "N's" before my eyes watered out. Maybe you or him might read me along the way?
Paladin: Thousand dollars?