brady!
get out of my way!
is it my boy? is it brady?
br-
we'll bury his shoes because his feet are still in them and they're the only part of him that makes sense anymore.
it's gonna be the cheapest funeral this town ever saw!
yes. correct. shut up.
my son was torn to pieces! you come in here and talk to these men about private justice. you dare to do that. constable haller, why don't you go out to harmony hill and dig up what's left of brady and explain to him about private justice. would you want to do that?
no. i thought not. you folks stay here if you want. i wouldn't ask anyone to do anything that runs counter to his conscience. as for me.  i'm going out and hunt up a little private justice.
there is no comfort, father. only private justice.