R.O. Lane > Quotes

“hinterlands”
― R. O. Lane, Rail Detective

“Virginia”
― R.O. Lane, Texas Paladin

“cantankerous”
― R. O. Lane, The Woodcutter

“nodded and said, "Thanks,”
― R. O. Lane, Will Fain, U.S. Marshal, Book 8

“Heath studied the other soldiers on the mountain and some other Mexican civilians, who all seemed to be searching the mountainside doggedly.  That told Heath that Milo and the woman were hiding, probably sleeping the day away.  Which was exactly what Heath would expect.  Even though Milo probably knew help was on its way, he would still try to escape from his enemies and save himself and the woman.  Heath was fairly confident the three shots that came after his mirror signal the day before indicated that Milo had gotten the message. Having nothing to do until possibly the afternoon, Heath rode back”
― R.O. Lane, Milo's War

“perpetuity,”
― R.O. Lane, Will Fain, U. S. Marshal

“Home”
― R.O. Lane, Headin' Home

“Office”
― R.O. Lane, Muddy Tilghman

“comfortable with the language every day. Our precious”
― R.O. Lane, Coltrane and Calvin, #1

“New Mexico, one in Colorado and the ringleader, Donnie Ness, he'd found on the border between Nevada and California.  Killing all three of his”
― R.O. Lane, Texas Paladin Rides Again

“abrogated”
― R.O. Lane, Will Fain, U. S. Marshal

“We strung”
― R. O. Lane, Hank

“you,”
― R.O. Lane, Just a Kid

“over and with his right hand, he patted the big stallion's neck and said, "Let's go, big boy." As he did, he felt the whip hit his head once more, but he also felt the big stallion dig into the turf and give everything he had. Thankful the other rider was hitting him and not the stallion, Nash heard the screaming, not knowing if Illinois or Ohio troopers were making all the noise. He only knew that the big stallion was galloping faster”
― R. O. Lane, Nash Cline

“condescendingly.”
― R.O. Lane, Will Fain, U. S. Marshal

“Dinner hour is a half hour from”
― R.O. Lane, Rail Detective

“really, then what are”
― R.O. Lane, Will Fain, U.S. Marshal, Book 2

“the horses to the oak freight wagon, and McCloskey helped him load, distributing the weight evenly in the wagon. When they were done, Johnny got a tarpaulin, and as he'd done many times, he threw it over the load and tucked it in carefully to keep out any rain he might encounter. Finally he'd strapped it all down tight with ropes. McCloskey had looked over the load and said, "Good job, Johnny. You sure you can do this run by yourself?" He said, "I'm sure I'll be fine, Fleet. It's just 19 miles over there and mostly flat. I won't have to use the brakes at all."   "Be sure though and set the brake when you stop." Johnny nodded, and Fleet asked, "You got your book?" Nodding and smiling, Johnny said, "Yessir, got it," as he drove the wagon out of the warehouse yard, headed west to Forest City, which was often referred to as "Irish City" because it had been settled by Irishmen. The folks there were still mostly Irish, which was evident from the heavy Irish lilt to the speech of many of the folks living there. McCloskey's face showed tiny creases of worry as he watched Johnny drive off. He was a good boy, but he was still a boy being asked to do a man's job. In his year on the job, Johnny had grown to be a fine young man. He was only a few inches short of six feet, and he'd added a lot of muscle. He could lift as much as most of the teamsters. Even so, McCloskey worried about sending the boy out alone, but he'd had no choice in the matter. He'd promised the load would reach Forest City by tomorrow morning. Johnny had a brand-new Spencer repeating rifle leaning against his leg. Peter Sarpy, the owner, had used his contacts back east and gotten a shipment of the new rifles. Now, with his four drivers armed with repeating rifles, Sarpy worried a little less about being robbed. But the rifle made Johnny worry more because if outlaws did hit a wagon, they'd kill the driver if he lifted a rifle. Johnny had helped take a load to Forest City with old Monk Beeson two weeks before, and they hadn't had any problems, and he didn't expect any problems with today's load. But during that trip, Beeson had told Johnny about an outlaw gang living a few miles north of Forest City led by a man the Irish called Ranger Jones who collected tribute from prospective”
― R.O. Lane, Johnny Hayes

“There was no telegraph in the mountains of north Georgia, so I had written a letter to my mother the night before, letting her know where I was. If she wanted to, she could write to me here. I wanted to send $50 to my mother, but there was no way to get it there.”
― R.O. Lane, Ruble Perkins: The Youngest Marshal

“writs”
― R.O. Lane, Will Fain, U. S. Marshal

“You always get on from the left side. Never try to get on from the other side,” Will said.”
― R.O. Lane, Will Fain, U.S. Marshal, Book 8

“his cards on the table and rushed out of the saloon.  Within minutes”
― R.O. Lane, Just a Kid

“Remington pepperbox, a four-shot model that was”
― R.O. Lane, Texas Paladin

“Muddy”
― R.O. Lane, Muddy Tilghman

“I got a big herd of cattle”
― R.O. Lane, Headin' Home