Grey: This was Hampton. Violent, corrupt, a holing-up spot for every thief, gambler, and killer who'd been run out of Natchez and Vicksburg. Here they built a monument to greed and rottenness. And here they watched it torn down. One pirate and his henchmen ruled a kingdom of evil. Now there were corpses. I saw it happen. I was part of it. And I know why it happened.
Ben: Darned if you don't beat all, Grey. I swear you could soft-soap the Devil into thinking he was a psalm-singer.
Grey: Ben, let's make for Hampton. I got a hunch.
Ben: I don't think the crew is going to accept any of your hunches as legal tender.
Grey: Well, let 'em take it out of our hides.
Ben: Mighty lean pickins'.
Fowler: You're a man who has traveled around, Mr. Holden. What do you think of it?
Grey: How do you know my name?
Fowler: You're in Hampton. I own Hampton.
Grey: Where's your deed?
Chris: But I'm tired of running, Sonja. When your father took me in, I was running. Frightened of every sound and shadow. Then I met you. And there was beauty and... love. And suddenly hope.
Graham: You ever seen a slaughter-pen? The fence is no thicker than a man's hand. The cattle could tear it apart but they don't. They follow the Judas bull one-by-one to the slaughter. One of them crack, then the other will follow. All we have to do is to wait for our Judas bull.