I reckon it 'll not be a long-winded fight.

It 'll be short an bloody, after the way of Texans.

I'm lookin' to you, Jean, to see that an Isbel is the last man!" "My God--dad! is there no other way?
Think of my sister Ann--of my brothers' wives--of--of other women! Dad, these damned Texas feuds are cruel, horrible!" burst out Jean, in passionate protest.
"Jean, would it be any easier for our women if we let these men shoot us down in cold blood ?" "Oh no--no, I see, there's no hope of--of....

But, dad, I wasn't thinkin' about myself.

I don't care.