“I take it back, Woodrow,” Augustus said. “I have no doubt you’ll miss me. You’ll probably die of boredom this winter and I’ll never get to Clara’s orchard.
“I take it back, Woodrow,” Augustus said. “I have no doubt you’ll miss me. You’ll probably die of boredom this winter and I’ll never get to Clara’s orchard
“If you want one thing too much it’s likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk—and feisty gentlemen.”
“‘Well, Call, I guess they forgot us, like they forgot the Alamo,’ Augustus said.
‘Why wouldn’t they?’ Call asked. ‘We ain’t been around.’
‘That ain’t the reason—the reason is we didn’t die.‘”
“I want to be buried in Clara’s Orchard . . . Yes, that’s my favor to you. It’s the kind of job you was made for, that nobody else could do or even try . . .”
“I figured out why you and me get along so well. You know more than you say and I say more than I know. That means we’re a perfect match, as long as we don’t hang around one another more than an hour at a stretch.”
“‘Ride with an outlaw, die with him,’ [Gus] added. ‘I admit it’s a harsh code. But you rode on the other side long enough to know how it works. I’m sorry you crossed the line, though.‘”