I appreciate your thinking on me, marshal, but ain’t no trouble of his what ain’t trouble of mine, too.
But wasn’t time for what was. Was time to settle up the future.
Maybe I’d lost something. Maybe I’d lost a lot—more, even, than I could suffer—but I still had my own self. And lonesome as I might be, wasn’t no force on Earth or from above what could make me less.
But tell you true, I honestly didn’t think nothing about the Green Man beefing that posse. Was just men and the world’s full of them.
wasn’t no bit of me willing to ride shotgun to my own funeral.
Ain’t no good ever comes of it, if you ain’t steering yourself.
Was like the Green Man said, some you got to put to the bullet. Some to the tongue. Often the latter, with me. But some, you just got to put behind you.
Was still between Martha and Jane, then, I was. Between the girl I was and who I wanted to be.
Was Jane now. All Jane. Come calamity or come calm, was myself and none else.
I tell you, mister, if there’s anything good about being a hot-tempered bitch, it’s knowing right well what buttons to push in others seeing as they’re the same ones what get your own back up.
And if revenge was all I had, then I was goddamned if it wouldn’t be enough.
what I like and what I need’s two different things.
That got me to laughing too. His laughter, like his yelling, got into you until you was right soaked with it. So you couldn’t help yourself. But it felt good. Light. I tell you, I hadn’t felt like that in a long while.
Can’t count on no miracles. Sometimes, you just got to have a plan.
The terrible price of living, ain’t it? To live through others dying?
not knowing what I needed to do or where I needed to go, I knew all the same that I was going in the right direction.
Don’t matter none how bad it gets sometimes. You can always turn this shit around.