We want you Shane. Joey, there’s no living with . . . with the killing. There’s no going back from one. Right or wrong, it’s a brand, and a brand sticks There’s no going back. Now you run on home to your mother and you tell her tell her everything’s all right. And there aren’t any more guns in the valley. Shane It’s bloody! You’re hurt! I’m all right, Joey. You go home to your mother and your father and you grow up to be strong and straight Joey Take care of ’em. Both of them. Yes, Shane. He’d never been able to shoot you if you had seen him. Bye Little Joe. He never even would’ve cleared the holster, would he, Shane? Pa’s got things for you to do. And mother wants you! I know she does. Shane! SHANE! Come back!