I can ride." Aleck was pleading, his face gray with pain.
"Worst thing we could do, either for you or for us," replied the other, coldly.

"If we got you down to the settlements what could we say?
If you was shot once we could call it an accident, but shot twice, and once through the hip from behind--how would that be explained, I'd like to know?
Folks would begin to ask too many questions.

Besides, they'd ask where that girl was.

Then there's the fires you set.

No, sir, you stay right here.