— So why'd you come here tonight?
— You invited me.
— You could have turned me down.
— I wanted to see what kind of man you are.
— What kind of man am I?
— The kind people hate.
— I'm not trying to be popular. The people in this town, they need me. I bring a sense of order to their lives. Not law, order.
— Like hanging a preacher in the saloon?
— He's no preacher. He's a fraud. If a man is a killer, then that's what he is. There's no dishonor. But don't let that same man suddenly tell me... that it's not in his blood anymore. That's worse than a liar.