Ain’t nothing scarier than a man with a gun. And ain’t nothing more helpless than a man without one.
There’s different sorts of men. Some don’t have the taste for a fight, but they can talk, they can reason. That’s almost as good. Then there’s some men who can only talk through their guns or their fists. There ain’t no reasoning with a man like that. A man like that comes at you, you best just be prepared to meet him.
Mister, you clearly don’t know where you are. Look around. There ain’t no higher-up around here to watch over you and your youngins. This here’s the paradise of the locust, the lizard, the snake. It’s the land of the blade and the rifle. It’s godless country. And the sooner you accept your inevitable demise, the longer you all are gonna live.
I learned to love Mr. Haight. He taught me with the stick and the bullwhip and the knife how to love. Same as I love Roy Goode now. For he is my son. I chose him. And that is a more powerful bond, a more powerful love than being born into it.