They touched his throat lightly, and he dazedly met Lawler's eyes, burning, with a passion he never had seen in them before.

And Lawler's voice was dry and light, but steady--so steady and cold that Hamlin realized that only the man's complete mastery of himself had kept him from committing murder.
"Hamlin, I ought to kill you.

I'm letting you off on one condition--that you break off with Singleton, and that you keep silent about the things we both know.

If you confess to Ruth that you've been rustling cattle, or if you tell her--or hint of it--that I know you've been rustling--I'll tear you apart! "You're like a lot of other damned, weak-kneed polecats.

You've got a girl who is good as gold, and you're making a regular hell for her.
She's wise to what you've been doing--she suspects you.