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“The playful monkey worries not of branches yet to climb but swings with wild abandon in the joy of the ones to find.”
― J. R. Roberts, In Search of Maya

“Todd,” Clint said. “If that’s what you want to do. We could both use a few hours of deep sleep”
― J.R. Roberts, Dead Horse Canyon

“could see her”
― J.R. Roberts, Little Amsterdam

“some time”
― J.R. Roberts, Little Amsterdam

“Perryville without”
― J.R. Roberts, Family Feud

“O’Henry.” “Mr. Atwater,” she said. “Nice to meet you.” “What brings you here?” he asked Clint. “We came to take you out for a drink,” Clint said. “Or how about lunch?” “How about both?” Atwater said. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. “Let’s go.” “Do you have to clear it with someone?” Clint asked. “Believe me,” Atwater said, “nobody cares.” He hurried down the hall and descended the stairs. Clint and Molly followed.”
― J. R. Roberts, Andersonville Vengeance

“squarely now.”
― J.R. Roberts, Arizona Ambush

“Maybe we are"--she laughed gently--"just tiny mosquitoes, in the grand scheme of things.”
― J. R. Roberts, In Search of Maya

“other yesterday,” Clint said, letting the front legs of his chair come down. “You ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” He indicated the pistol he had in his belt. “Let me see that.” Gustav took it out and passed it over. “Navy Colt,” Clint said. “Forty-four. These came out in eighteen-fifty-one, but they’re still reliable. Slow, but reliable.” “Well, I am not looking to be a fast gun,” Gustav said. “I would just like to hit what I aim at.” “That’s your first mistake,” Clint said. “What”
― J.R. Roberts, Little Amsterdam

“raw greed. “How much will it cost to plant them?”
― J.R. Roberts, Spanish Gold

“the office. “What can I do for you, Hill?” he asked. “Sir, I need to talk to you about this Hatfield and McCoy thing. And the Gunsmith.” “I know, General,” he said, “you don’t approve of Pinkerton’s plan—but we’re paying the man for his expertise.” “May I sit, sir?” Buckner waved to his visitor’s chair. Hill folded his excess height into it. “Sir, I believe my men and I can go into West Virginia and find Devil Anse Hatfield.” The leader of the Hatfields was William Anderson, but everyone knew him as “Devil Anse.” “Then why haven’t you?” “Excuse me, sir, but you haven’t taken the shackles off me,” Hill said. “Just let me go in and do it my way.” “I want Devil Anse arrested, not killed,” Buckner said. “Yes, sir, but he doesn’t have the same scruples that you do. Innocent people are getting killed because they’re finding themselves in the middle of his feud, which has been going on for years. And it’s a family feud, since the two sides are now related by marriage—a marriage neither one approved of, by the way.” “I don’t need a history lesson on the Hatfields and McCoys,”
― J.R. Roberts, Deadly Feud

“He’s not going anywhere,” Clint said. As Clint stepped inside he saw Toby Carmichael coming toward him with his hand outstretched. He was shocked, because his”
― J.R. Roberts, Family Feud

“It took the better part of six miles before he quit thinking of the beast he’d left on the trail. After that, he thought of the town. There would be hot baths, smooth whiskey, clean beds with cool sheets, and, of course, women. Walking, he began putting them in order of which he would take first. Each, after all, had its own advantages and pleasures. The trick was deciding how to mix them. Before he could come to any firm conclusions, the town appeared beyond an unexpected turn in the trail. It lay down a smooth slope of a hill, laid out like on a map. From a distance, it wasn’t much to look at. Eight or nine solid buildings of wood and perhaps double that many tents and lean-tos. It was what he expected of the Nevada mining town that had seen better days. Although never an outright boomtown, the place had managed”
― J.R. Roberts, The Posse from Elsinore

“So not soon, right?” “No, not soon.” “And not tonight.” “Oh, no, not tonight.” She put her hand on his belly, moved it down and took hold of his cock. Instantly it started to swell again. “Oh my,” she said.”
― J.R. Roberts, Little Amsterdam

“...” “Despite years of prospecting, my father hated a pick and shovel.”
― J.R. Roberts, Spanish Gold

“somebody I”
― J.R. Roberts, Little Amsterdam

“Atwater. “So somebody else went through their rooms?”
― J. R. Roberts, Andersonville Vengeance

“moments, they just sat and stared at the treasure. In all his years out West, Clint had heard of thousands of buried treasures, many of them reputed to be left by the Spaniards.”
― J.R. Roberts, Spanish Gold