How he died hadn't been funny, Newt thought. It's all right, though, Augustus said. It's mostly bones we're riding over anyway. Why, think of all the buffalo that have died on these plains. Buffalo an...
He turned the cylinder of the Colt and listened to the small, clear clicks it made. The grip was wood, the barrel cool and blue; the holster had kept a faint smell of saddle soap. He slipped the gun b...
He might die, but at least he could fight first, and not simply pass his days shaking at the expectation of slaughter.
Captain McCrae was wanting to know the answer to questions that had no answer.
Afterwards the members of the little war party felt fine. Torturing whites was a splendid way to spend the afternoon.
The level of civilization in Texas definitely wasn't very high if the old man was an example of it.
She sighed. Men were a pain.
Of course, children were endless work. They came when you didn't want them and had needs you didn't always want to meet. Worst of all they died no matter how much you loved them. The death of her own...
I’d like to see you think the roof back on that barn, Call said.
I suppose you set up reading the Good Book all night-spoken by Woodrow Call
I nowadays have the feeling that not only are most bookmen are eccentrics, but even the act they support--reading--is itself an eccentricity now, if a mild one. Interrupted narrative has become a natu...
I don’t eat the white of eggs if I can help it, Jasper said. I hear it causes blindness.
However, he didn’t have a high opinion of the average man’s ability as a fighter. The majority of men couldn’t fight at all and even most outlaws were the merest amateurs when it came to battle. Few c...
He said there were going to be literary parties. I tried to imagine a literary party and was unable to. It was a very abstract effort, like trying to imagine a triangle or a cube. Wearing a suit made...
He didn’t understand why women had such a need to question. He himself preferred just to let life happen, and act when opportunity arose.
He didn’t tell Newt all he knew. He didn’t tell him that even when life seemed easy, it kept on getting harder.
Ever since he was a little boy, he had always tried to make things sound better than they actually were.
During the day he had not trusted enough, and had worn himself out with pointless scurryings.
Swinging off the bay. We rode all night,
You’re the only man I know whose brain don’t work unless it’s in the shade.