"But I'll have you to know I'm boss of this ranch when your father's gone, and if there's any more of that kid foolishness to-day--laying behind a currant bush and shooting COFFEE-POTS!--I'll thrash the fellow that starts it! It isn't the kind of fighting I'VE been used to.

I may be away behind the times--I guess I am!--but I've always been used to the idea that guns weren't to be used unless you meant business.

This thing of getting out and PLAYING gun-fight is kinda sickening to a person that's seen the real thing.
"'Scaring Mum to death!"' She seemed to find it very hard to forget that, or to forgive it.

"'SCARING MUM'-- and Jack, there, was born in the time of an Indian uprising, and I laid with your father's revolver on the pillow where I could put my hand on it, day or night! YOU scare Mum! MUM will scare YOU, if there's any more of that let's-play-Injun business going on around this ranch.

Why, I'd lead you down there by the ear, every mother's son of you, and tell that man Stanley to SPANK you!" "Mum can whip her weight in wildcats any old time," Wally announced after a heavy silence, and glared aggressively from one foolish-looking face to another.
As was frequently the case, the wave of Phoebe's wrath ebbed harmlessly away in laughter as the humorous aspect of her tirade was brought to her attention.
"Just the same, I want you should mind what I tell you," she said, in her old motherly tone, "and keep away from those ruffians down there.
You can't do anything but make 'em mad, and give 'em an excuse for killing someone.