"Born that way, but does n't seem to interfere with me much, since I was a kid.

You 've heard of me then, Moylan?
So has our little friend, Gonzales, here." The sober-faced sutler merely nodded, evidently in no mood for pleasantry.
"Oh, ye're all right," he said finally.

"I've heard 'em say you was a fighter down round Santa Fe, an' I know it myself now.

But what the hell are we goin' to do?
This yere stagecoach ain't much of a fort to keep off a bunch o' redskins once they git their mad up.

Them musket bullets go through like the sides was paper, an' I reckon we ain't got no over-supply o' ammunition--I know I ain't fer this Winchester.