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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| de3ce08 | Yeah, well, the future is never fair. Just inevitable. | Brian K. Vaughan | ||
| 21b09ad | but I suppose it could be considered a necessary evil." "And you've got to admit, with the way things are going" | William W. Johnstone | ||
| d78ceec | and your family | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 9bbd058 | friends who | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 11f62f1 | In the West, a man measured his manhood by his readiness to do what needed to be done and by doing it well, without a backward step. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 65178a7 | Advice his father had given him years before sounded in his mind: "In most of what you face, son, you'll make it through if you don't give in to panic." He" | William W. Johnstone | ||
| b8dc822 | you understand," Matt said." | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 4df1dc8 | Kill 'em all 'cept six. Save them for pallbearers. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| a63c34e | like some unholy bird of prey was swooping down on him. Preacher saw the | William W. Johnstone | ||
| a5356cb | creeping up the hill toward them right now . . . Which was just what he started to do. Nobody | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 2b92166 | Truth sometimes does not matter, Quinn. There are those who have decided what they think your brother is, and nothing will persuade them differently, truth be damned. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 9c64aea | There is something I want you to see. Something related to what I was saying about the propensity of human beings to prejudge others and then cling to that prejudice no matter how wrongheaded it may be." The" | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 0df3449 | slope at where they had come from, with Dog standing and panting beside him, when a tiny flicker of movement caught his eye. Preacher squinted. Could have been a bird flitting from | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 8f28770 | There was an old saying about how God helped those who helped themselves. Preacher would have added that God watched over those who weren't damn fools to start with. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 16c8bb8 | He waited for their ritual goodnight kisses. They did not come. Alicia | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 60d1c2f | happened | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 23c4e18 | had watched the shoot-out. "Ten" | William W. Johnstone | ||
| c0016cf | people have already wanted me to work | William W. Johnstone | ||
| e03a29f | saying something in German, then at the mountain man's | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 4d0b136 | by Matt Jensen, who had himself | William W. Johnstone | ||
| f82f3dd | hire you to make sure that doesn't happen. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 4bf773d | Then thank God for a sandstorm, huh?" "Indeed and to His Blessed Mother who heard my prayers." | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 05395e2 | to search for another handhold. A | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 915f4cc | are better? | William W. Johnstone | ||
| df00a06 | they only knew | William W. Johnstone | ||
| bb082e7 | wheel cast his eyes over the gauges. Out of gas. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 08b3176 | bring himself to leave her, even when | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 6733193 | muscle. They didn't expect any problem with | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 70c1a99 | that, | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 76e972f | backed his horse in the street after the last wagon | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 8cb49b6 | the back of the building. As he expected, he found the proprietor building a coffin. The pieces of wood were varnished and decorated with fancy scrollwork depicting cherubs and flowers. Somebody important would be laid to rest in that coffin. "Looks like you already have some business," Luke said to the man. "I've brought you another customer." The undertaker was in his thirties, a dark-haired man with broad" | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 862e6b2 | John Adams said it: fear is the foundation of government. And I'll add to that: once the citizens lose that fear, a government cannot enforce its laws. If you doubt that, look at what's happening in this country today." Matt" | William W. Johnstone | ||
| a82fd66 | Falcon kissed his sister on the forehead. "We'll find her," he said. "I promise you, we'll find her, and we'll bring her" | William W. Johnstone | ||
| cc29526 | Imagine, representatives of our own government taking the side of a foreign country over the interest of American citizen. If it ever gets to where it's that way all the time, I tell you, this country won't be a fit place to live. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 3f48177 | saddlebags | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 4d0f160 | Government got too big--too powerful. Agencies like the IRS had entirely too much power. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 091b503 | horse | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 913c87b | Fitch lay | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 96667a9 | Devon Randle went down the center aisle toward the back of the dining room, where a set of swinging doors opened into the kitchen. An arm's length or so short of the doors, he'd turned hard on his heels, spinning, shucking a pair of six-guns out of the holsters and into his hands. He'd stepped to the side, out of the way of the swinging doors, so no one could surprise him from that direction. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 8bcfa23 | On the ground, where the seat of her britches had been, were the smashed and flattened canine turds, and the patch on her back pocket had left a partial reversed imprint: | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 1768170 | C'mon and let your Uncle Kirby shoot you. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 9eccf6c | You, too, Dog. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 5ccb3ab | Distraction and diversion. It was more than Luke had dared hope for. He planned to make a move no matter what--he had to--come what may at whatever cost to himself. Then Cal and Jed had blundered along, scared witless and thinking only of getting off the street before the shooting started. Their timely interruption broke the concentration of Cort and Devon Randle. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 063566d | Johnstone piles incident on incident, trope on trope, and if something isn't working he keeps on piling. When time itself needs to be brought to a screeching halt, Jay Clute just pulls out his gun and shoots a clock. Because clocks make time, right? In William W. Johnstone's world, why not? | Grady Hendrix |