People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father's blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen every day. I was just fourteen years of age when a coward going by the name of Tom Chaney shot my father down in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and robbed him of his life and his horse and $150 in cash money plus two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser band.
Tom Chaney rode his gray horse that was better suited to pulling a middlebuster than carrying a rider. He had no hand gun but he carried his rifle slung across his back on a piece of cotton plow line. There is trash for you. He could have taken an old piece of harness and made a nice leather strap for it. That would have been too much trouble.
I have since learned that Judge Isaac Parker watched all his hangings from an upper window in the Courthouse. I suppose he did this from a sense of duty. There is no knowing what is in a man's heart.
I have never been one to flinch or crawfish when faced with an unpleasant task.
I have known some horses and a good many more pigs who I believe harbored evil intent in their hearts. I will go further and say all cats are wicked, though often useful. Who has not seen Satan in their sly faces?
We must each of us bear our own misfortunes.
You must pay for everything in this world one way and another. There is nothing free except the Grace of God. You cannot earn that or deserve it.
I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.
If in four months I could not find Tom Chaney with a mark on his face like banished Cain I would not undertake to advise others how to do it.
If you want anything done right you will have to see to it yourself every time.
As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.
I never seen anybody from Texas I couldn't shade. Get cross-ways of me, LaBoeuf, and you will think a thousand of brick has fell on you. You will wisht you had been at the Alamo with Travis.
Nothing I like to do pays well.
You do not think much of me, do you, Cogburn?I don't think about you at all when your mouth is closed.
I had not the strength nor the inclination to bandy words with a drunkard. What have you done when you have bested a fool?
Most girls like play pretties, but you like guns, don’t you?I don't care a thing in the world about guns. If I did I would have one that worked.
I mean to kill you in one minute, Ned, or see you hanged in Fort Smith at Judge Parker's convenience! Which will you have?Fill your hand, you son of a bitch!
I know what they said even if they would not say it to my face. People love to talk. They love to slander you if you have any substance. They say I love nothing but money and the Presbyterian Church and that is why I never married.
Time just gets away from us.