Bandit,
Alone. A military unit is a fine thing when it works, he said. But it usually don’t work. A solitary feat of arms is better, if the foe is worthy.
Worm was old; he was a man of silence. He could speak prophecy and make spells, but mostly he was quiet and alert, a pleasure to travel with.
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...
When Famous Shoes finished his song he noticed that the young white man was asleep. During the day he had not trusted enough, and had worn himself out with pointless scurryings. Perhaps even then the...
We mostly quarreled. He wanted what I wouldn’t give. I wanted what he didn’t have.
WHEN AUGUSTUS CAME OUT on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake—not a very big one. It had probably just been crawling around looking for shade when it ran into the pigs. They were having...
There was something different about her, Jake had to admit. She had a beautiful face, a beautiful body, but also a distance in her such as he had never met in a woman. Certain mountains were that way,...
There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.
The thought crossed his mind that he ought to have married her and not gone rambling. If he had, he wouldn’t be in such a fix. But he felt little fear; just an overpowering fatigue. Life had slipped o...
Pea Eye loped up and unfolded himself in the direction of the ground. Your getting off a horse reminds me of an old crane landing in a mud puddle, Augustus said.
Most of the talk of human beings was silly talk, talk that was of less weight than a man’s breath.
I guess we could pile some rocks on her, Call said. I hate just to leave a body laying out.Woodrow, she's mostly et anyway, Gus said. Why spoil the buzzards' picnic?
I don't know why you would even want to stay with me, I said.T.R. looked stunned for a second and then whipped her elbow into my side as hard as she could--months later it was determined that the jab...
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 annoyed with his mind—it would be a lot easier to do his task well if his mind would just behave and not keep making him scared.
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...