Those years of wild times, before you was born, developed in her instinct to fight, to save her life, her children, an' that instinct has cropped out in you.

It will be many years before it dies out of the boys born in Texas." "I'm a murderer," said Duane, shuddering.
"No, son, you're not.

An' you never will be.

But you've got to be an outlaw till time makes it safe for you to come home." "An outlaw ?" "I said it.

If we had money an' influence we'd risk a trial.