Tate: Serve supper?
Hotel Clerk: Not here. But there's food at the saloon across the street. I'd be careful there if I was you. Will Ragan and Billy Such might want to hold you up to the light, see what you're made of inside.
Melany: Did you hurt your arm?
Tate: In the war.
Melany: Will it ever be better?
Tate: Well, I met a doctor once who said it might be.
Melany: You pray. It will be. My name's Melany. What's yours?
Melany: Only Tate?
Tate: Only Tate.