We all need friends, old timer. We die alone, but we live among men.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.

It ain't no secret I didn't get these scars falling over in church.

My cause is to keep this town from turning into a living hell for the folks who live here.