Hannasseys.

The Hannasseys?

That's right. That includes the Hannasseys.

There ain't no Hannasseys sleepin' tonight.

Major Terrill would refuse to give water to the Hannasseys.

I've tried my hand at talking to the Hannasseys and it just doesn't work.

The Hannasseys know and admire a real gentleman when they see one.

If he wants to get himself killed, let the Hannasseys do it.

I'm not running off any more cattle or shootin' any more Hannasseys for you.

As far as I'm concerned, the Hannasseys can take water whenever they need it.

I ain't siding' with the Hannasseys, but... chasin' thirsty cattle away from water just don't seem right.

Major, you're riding on the Hannasseys for reasons of your own, not because of anything that happened to me.

During the dry season the Hannasseys, and sometimes even the Terrills, depend on Big Muddy for water.

The Hannasseys will have no peace till the bones of Henry Terrill is bleaching' in Blanco Canyon!