You had him face down and you on his back; why the hell didn't you cover his head and roll him into the bushes until we were gone?
When I went into this, I didn't understand that he was to see all of us and that there was murder on the ticket.

I'm not up to it.

I don't mind lifting trees we came for, but I'm cursed if I want blood on my hands." "Well, you ain't going to get it," bellowed Jack.

"You fellows only contracted to help me get out my marked trees.

He belong to Wessner, and it ain't in our deal what happens to him." "Yes, and if Wessner finishes him safely, we are practically in for murder as well as stealing the trees; and if he don't, all hell's to pay.