Quotes from William W. Johnstone

If the government would build a good fence and man it properly, we could actually control this border

wheel cast his eyes over the gauges. Out of gas.

her skirt pocket, taking reassurance from its cool steel. She knew she might be overreacting, but in West Texas any strangers met on the range were treated as potential enemies until they proved otherwise by sociable talk and honorable intentions. "Maria Ana, are you armed?' Kate said. The woman shook her head. "No. I never had the need while Rodolfo was around. Kate, are we in danger?

The youngest of three children and orphaned as a young boy, Smoke Jensen is considered one of the fastest draws in the West. His quest to tame the lawless West has become the stuff of legend. Smoke owns the Sugarloaf Ranch in Colorado. Married to Sally Jensen, father to Denise ("Denny") and Louis

you understand," Matt said.

Well, some folks figger as how I'm long dead, even whilst they're talkin' to my face.

would have looked more at home

Politicians are . . . politicians. It is the nature of government to become more intrusive, more controlling of people's lives and their property. Yours, ours now, perhaps less than many others. But who knows what the future may hold?

John had one built in Paris for his wife. They've

got the itch to write, back in the early

bring himself to leave her, even when

Kill 'em all 'cept six. Save them for pallbearers.

muscle. They didn't expect any problem with

like some unholy bird of prey was swooping down on him. Preacher saw the

creeping up the hill toward them right now . . . Which was just what he started to do. Nobody

Help, help, a whole passel of raping, murdering, wild-eyed Apache just broke through my door with mayhem on their minds, slaying in their hearts, and a whole arsenal of tomahawks and assorted deadly blades tucked in their belts

of the judge's bench, and when a case was being heard, only licensed lawyers could go inside the bar railing to approach the judge with their arguments.

Sixkiller, U.S. Marshal

he dug the paddle into the water first on one side of the canoe, then on the other.

opened the breech where the cartridge went and ejected the empty brass.

the bloodstained shirt he had taken off earlier

had an extra cup at the café, figuring he would need it to stay alert on the ride

dreaming about being captured by

You are what you are, I am what I am. It's just as simple as that.