I'm an outlaw." "You're no criminal!" she declared, with deep passion.
"Jennie, on this border the little difference between an out law and a criminal doesn't count for much." "You won't go back among those terrible men?
You, with your gentleness and sweetness--all that's good about you?
Oh, Duane, don't--don't go!" "I can't go back to the outlaws, at least not Bland's band.

No, I'll go alone.

I'll lone-wolf it, as they say on the border.

What else can I do, Jennie ?" "Oh, I don't know.

Couldn't you hide?
Couldn't you slip out of Texas--go far away ?" "I could never get out of Texas without being arrested.