Micah: Your father's ridin' into more than he can handle.
Mark: He's the best shot in the world.
Micah: That ain't always enough. He's a fool goin' in blind like that - too sure of himself.
Mark: So who are you to talk? You're not a marshal anymore. Who are you to go tellin' my pa what to do?
Micah: That's a good question, son. (turns to go into town)