It only went to show what he already knew, which was that there were more dangers in life than even the sharpest training could anticipate.
I don't see how being married could be any worse than listening to you talk for twenty years, but that still ain't much of a recommendation for it.
I ain’t kin to nobody in this world. I don’t want to be. I won’t be.
His memories were too sad, his hopes too thin. To have to say things on paper seemed a terrible task, for it stirred the memories.
His feet were swollen to twice their size, besides being cut here and there. Yet they were the only feet he had, and after dozing for an hour in the sun, he got up and hobbled on.
He was two or three steps away from her and for a moment they did not know how to get to one another.
He sat where he was, on Mouse, in the grip of terrible indecision. He almost wished something would happen—a sudden attack of Mexicans or something. He might be killed, but at least he wouldn’t have t...
He had seen highly competent men stand as if paralyzed in a crisis, though once someone took command and told them what to do they might perform splendidly.
He had not stayed, but when he had gone, he hadn’t fought, either. He had done nothing but ride twice over the same stretch of prairie, while death had come to both camps.
He had known several men who had lost limbs in battle; the men all claimed that they still felt things in the place where the limb had been. It was natural enough, then, that with Bill suddenly gone h...
He had his knife and gun belt on over his underwear, in case of sudden attack.
He gathers information that we can’t see, and puts it together.
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...
Basically Jake just dreamed his way through life and somehow got by with it.
. . he had learned in his years of tracking Indians that things which seemed impossible often weren't. They only became so if one thought about them too much so that fear took over.
The seven of them rode for two hours into country that seemed to contain nothing except itself.
The moment indifference took over, life began to subside. Few men rose out of it: most lost all impulse toward activity and ended by offering death at least a halfhearted welcome.
The family got nervous about blood poisoning and persuaded he and Call to saw it off.
Woodrow don't mention nothing he can keep from mentioning. You couldn't call him a mentioner.