Taggart: Well, now, if that don't beat all. Here we take the good time and trouble to slaughter every last indian in the west, and for what? So they can appoint a sheriff that's blacker than any indian. I am depressed.
Lyle: Excuse me, Mr. Taggart, sir, but I sure do hate to see you like this. What if me and the boys was to shoot that nigger dead? Would that pep you up some?
Taggart: That might help.

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Taggart can't believe that there is black sheriff running the town of Rock Ridge and he gets depressed about it.

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