|STRICKLAND : That's far enough, Tannen. I don't want any trouble.
BUFORD : You stay out of my way, and there won't be none.
Buford tire un coup de feu et désarme le Marshall Strickland ...
BUFORD : Drop it, sonny !
STRICKLAND : Do it, son.
STRICKLAND JR : Yes, Pa.
BUFORD : Now, I'm warning you, Marshall. I'm here on a personal matter. If you want to live to see your boy grow up, you'll ride out of here for a few hours and leave me be.
STRICKLAND : Let's go, boy.
STRICKLAND JR : Paaaa !
BUFORD : I lied, Marshall !
STRICKLAND JR : Pa ...
STRICKLAND : Remember that word, Son. Discipline !
STRICKLAND JR : I will, Pa.