Reese: Yes, I imagine Jess must've had a really big plan in mind.
Kid: What do you mean "musta had", Judge?
Reese: Well, I started not to ride out here at all. Three hard days, with no monetary benefit. Then I got to thinkin'. Friends of mine … sitting on cold, Montana rocks, with the winter breathing down their necks, waiting, waiting for something that's doomed never to appear.
King: Judge, are you tryin' to tell us somethin'?
Reese: Yes. Four days ago I was in a town called Laramie. I saw Jess gunned down in the street by a Marshall named Troop, Dan Troop.
King: Yeah, I've heard of that Dan Troop - and his deputy.
Kid: Yeah, so have I. Maybe you and me better take a ride through Laramie, Buckskin.
King: Well, maybe someday, if I happen to be ridin' that way. Kid, I never go lookin' for trouble, and I never ride a mile outta my way to miss it, either.