Micah: You're makin' a mistake.
Lucas: No. It's my town and Fred was my friend. I didn't ask for this, but it came - and I'll handle it.
Micah: You're way too quick with that rifle, Lucas Boy. Forget the gun, start thinkin' about men. You're ridin' into town on nothin' but the word of a stranger with an easy way and a hole in his hat.
Lucas: I'll keep my eye on him.
Micah: You better. You don't know who he is or where he came from.
Lucas: Maybe you wanna come along?
Micah: Somebody should!
(Micah looks down, hesitant and uncertain)
Lucas: Stay here with Mark.