Priest
Father! It's Father! My name's McKenzie, for pity's sake! Does that sound like a Padre to you?
Outlaw
Pardon, Padre. Long as you wear that fetching dog-collar, reckon I'll call you what you seem.
Priest
Please don't call it a dog collar.
Outlaw
If names are such a concern, you might have stayed back East.
Priest
And miss all this colorful scenery? Who knew the desert was so beautiful! My ancestors should have never left Egypt!
Outlaw
Then you wouldn't be here to help me take care of some business, Padre. The coyote gang. They make their presence felt here at all?
Priest
Maybe they have. And if they did, maybe they left the donation-box emptier than the Lord would like.
Outlaw
Huh. The Good Word ain't cheap, I see.
Outlaw
You're a quick one, preacher, cottoning so briskly to how we do things 'round here.
Priest
I learned this lesson in Scotland, Outlaw. They came through an hour ago.
Priest
Yes, the whole quartet. They were bound for the salt flats.
Outlaw
That's good. That's mighty good. You say the Lord has the answers, Padre, but I reckon yours are more useful.
Priest
Oh, why thank you for belittling my calling.
Outlaw
You're the one with silver jangling in his paw.
Priest
The Lord thanks you. Now you should go, Outlaw. Before I think to ask why you're looking for those boys.