In the Sheriff's Words

Juan: “You’ll be treated better in heaven than you were in Tucson.”


Juan: “I’m saying this is going to be a peaceful town…even if I have to kill everyone in it to
make it that way.”


Grady: “Not many Mexicans fought for the South.”
Juan: “I wouldn’t know. I fought for Texas.”


Juan: “Just like a vermin to go off and die on me before saying what needed to be said.”


Grady: “This town would never hire a Mexican as the new sheriff.”
Juan: “They didn’t hire me. I hired myself.”


Juan: “If I ever found me a woman who could head-shoot a moving cottontail with a six-gun
while sitting on a horse from thirty feet, I’d marry her on the spot.”


Juan: “For starters, I am the posse.”


Juan: “I’m no Pinkerton man. I just want to know who owns the mare.”


Juan: “And as sweet as Miss Becky, Mona and Fanny are, they are more skilled at separating a
man from his money than you are at judging a person’s character.”

© 2020 Author Arl Farris