If you submit to arrest, then you go to jail, an' mebbe you hang." "I'd never hang," muttered Duane, darkly.
"I reckon you wouldn't," replied the old man.

"You'd be like your father.

He was ever ready to draw--too ready.

In times like these, with the Texas rangers enforcin' the law, your Dad would have been driven to the river.

An', son, I'm afraid you're a chip off the old block.