I know your rotten mind better than you do.

You wanted to bump me off, but you wanted to do it in a way that'd put you in right with the public.

Killing me for kidnapping this girl would sound damn romantic in the newspapers, and it wouldn't have a thing to do with Thurman or Frank Johnson, or any of the rest that I've sent over the trail for you.
"Right now you're figuring how you'll get around this bawling-out I'm giving you.

There's nobody to take down what I say, and I'm just a mean, ornery outlaw and killer, talking for spite.

With your pull you expect to get this smoothed over and hushed up, and have me at a hanging bee, and everything all right for Bill! Well----" His eyes left Warfield's face and went beyond the staring group.