They laugh at the sheriffs an' brag about how they'd fix the rangers.

Cal's sure not much for you to bother with, if you only keep out of his way." "You mean for me to run ?" asked Duane, in scorn.
"I reckon I wouldn't put it that way.

Just avoid him.

Buck, I'm not afraid Cal would get you if you met down there in town.

You've your father's eye an' his slick hand with a gun.