Not a momma's boy, just too much Gene Autry and not enough Bogart.
Maybe the pictures are all black and white because things were black and white then, Nick. I knew exactly what she meant. There was a moral center then, and you could feel it still here in Grover's Cr...
It’s difficult to explain, but Henry and my aunts were cut from the same cloth. In some small way, having this time with Henry, before I became a woman always looking over her shoulder, was almost lik...
His gun was still holstered, but so were theirs. He had surprise on his side, and the urgency of the riders, as he could see a second cloud of dust not far behind them. Lonesome knew these men. He mig...
He was, or had been, a heavyweight drug dealer, a smug, amoral son-of-a-bitch who thought he could murder a nice young Columbian woman who was to testify against him, then pay me to look the other way...
Even in this state, after what had been done to her, she was beautiful. Behind the pain in her eyes lived spring, if they hadn't crushed it into a permanent winter. - Night Run
Dead men were always a reminder that your own time would come one day.
But what the mind understands and what the heart believes are not always in sync.
What a magnificent girl. She is spring, in all its glory. He shook his head. I have seen and done so much, my friend, I wonder if I will ever experience spring again. Perhaps I am too far into autumn...
The most important reason I’d changed my plan, however, had been Caroline. Jerry Carmichael’s complete lack of human decency, as well as any sense of parental responsibility — much less love — had sha...
Something about the way he had avoided looking directly at me despite his gracious manner made me think he could go from funny to dangerous in the blink of an eye.
She loved San Francisco but always remembered the happiness of that summer traveling through lovely towns like Gundagai and Tumut. The rural countryside was beautiful, and the people were always ready...
San Francisco is still the loveliest city in the world for my money, despite how they've tried to ruin her. Yeah, it attracts all the weirdos, and some of them aren't harmless like they used to be in...
Mrs. Atwater will see you now. She spoke in a tone which conveyed her disappointment, but her smirk indicated the pleasure she’d derived from startling me. We stood there a second or two before I real...
I turned my head and saw the big lamps, and I knew it was Violet Atwater. When I turned back around Mack had slowed because of the fog. Through the mist I couldn’t see Greyson Manor any longer. Violet...
I reached over and she fell into my arms. You have me. You’ll always have me. We’ll live forever, you and me. I heard her sniffle and then felt her laugh against my chest. She wrested herself gently f...
I looked at Rushing River and he looked at me. Then we both looked up at the sky. You thinkin' what I'm thinking? He nodded. Fell from the sky. Any Indian legends about that? He shrugged. Got nothin'.
We passed close to the docked cruise ships, Temptation and Fascination. Cruise ships are never named Discontent or Exasperation.
People think cops always know what they're doing, but a lot of times it's just poking around in the dark till you get a reaction and figure it out from there.
I was disappointed and relieved at the same time; disappointed because I’d wanted to meet Eddie face to face, get a bead on how all the pieces I had so far tied together; relieved because if Eddie onl...