"[After shooting and wounding Cantrell] I'm confused. All I hear from you, you spineless cowards, is how poor you are; how you can't afford my taxes, my protection. And yet somehow, you've all managed to find the money to hire a professional gunfighter to kill me. [Shoots the gun on Cantrell's belt before he can draw it] Where's all this money coming from? What am I to think? If you got so much to spare, I'm just gonna have to take some more off you. Because you clearly haven't got the message! This is my town! If you live to see the dawn, it's because I allow it! I'm in charge of everything! I decide who lives or who dies! [Cantrell raises his gun; Herod kills him with a headshot] Your gunfighter's dead. Old news."