"Wait until you learn what frontier life means.

You are young here yet; you are flushed with the success of your teaching; you have lived a short time in this quiet village, where, until the last few days, all has been serene.
You know nothing of the strife, of the necessity of fighting, of the cruelty which makes up this border existence.

Only two years have hardened me so that I actually pant for the blood of the renegade who has robbed me.

A frontiersman must take his choice of succumbing or cutting his way through flesh and bone.

Blood will be spilled; if not yours, then your foe's.