He didn’t feel sad. The one thing he knew about Texas was that he was lucky to be leaving it alive—and, in fact, he had a long way to go before he could be sure of accomplishing that much.
Call saw that everyone was looking at him, the hands and cowboys and townspeople alike. The anger had drained out of him, leaving him feeling tired. He didn't remember the fight, particularly, but peo...
But, as with people, some plants were completely useless.
Besides, though she considered herself his sweetheart, she didn’t consider him her master.
The family got nervous about blood poisoning and persuaded he and Call to saw it off.
You don't look strong enough to trouble nobody around here.... We grow our own troubles--it would be a novelty to have some we ain't already used to.
You better introduce yourself before you start talking Latin.
When any of these billionaires enters the market for rare books, it is little wonder that there is no ceiling. Not long ago a dealer put $500,000 on a copy of Prufrock inscribed by Eliot to the great...
When Newt walked in the barn to get a rope, the Captain turned and handed him a holstered pistol and a gun belt. Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it, he added, a little s...
We might all get killed this afternoon, for all I know. That's the wild for you - it's got its dangers, which is part of the beauty.
Virtually all his life he had been in the position of leading groups of men, yet the truth was he had never liked groups. Men he admired for their abilities in action almost always brought themselves...
The smartest man alive can’t learn much about a woman in two weeks.
The journeys that people took had always interested him; his own life was a constant journeying, though not quite so constant as it had been before he had his wives and children. Usually he only agree...
That things were mysterious did not make them less valuable.
That possibility alone made his quandary more difficult. His wife had left for parts unknown, his deputy was wandering in other parts unknown, and the man he was supposed to catch was in yet other par...
Somewhere along the Rio Concho, he had stopped feeling that he lived in a world where ledgers mattered.
People got opinions, that's all they've got.
Part of him wanted to remember; part of him needed to forget.
Only a rank degenerate would drive 1,500 miles across Texas without eating a chicken fried steak.
Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity—they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits.