John: I don’t know the polite word for it right now.
Bonnie: I do. Stupid, is the word we use around here. What were you doin’?
John: I was doin’ something stupid.
Bonnie: Well, you’ll be okay. Once you didn’t die, the doctors said you’d be fine. He got the bullets out a couple’ days ago. It cost us fifteen dollars.
John: I’m sorry madam, you shoulda’ left me there to die.
Bonnie: Did you wanna’ die? I mean, was that it? Was that why you went straight out to Fort Mercer and picked a fight with the worst bandit in the county? To die, Mr..?
John: Mr. Marston. John Marston.
Bonnie: Bonnie MacFarlane. Miss Bonnie MacFarlane.
John: Well, you may be right Miss MacFarlane. I dunno.
Bonnie: So what were you doin’?
John: Just tryna’ give Mr. Williamson a chance. For old times sake.
Bonnie: You know Bill Williamson?
John: Knew him, a long time ago.
Bonnie: Well what was he like?
Bonnie: Just like you.
John: Thank you, miss.
Bonnie: And, what will you do now?
John: Now I’m gonna’ take my time and go after him the less kind way.
Bonnie: Well that sounds very fun, Mr. Marston. Quite heroic, just like in those penny dreadful's my brother used to read. Meanwhile, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a ranch to run. Of course, if you’re feeling better, why not take a ride with me, help me patrol the perimeter, you can earn back some of that money we wasted on doctors bills.
John: Of course and thank you. For saving my life, I mean.
Bonnie: Next time, Mr. Marston, I strongly recommend you don’t try to lose it quite so earnestly.