Bounty Hunter Quotes

“That was the trouble with explaining with words. If you explained with gunpowder, people listened.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Dustrunner

“The silence just allowed the echoes of the question to play out in Nox’s mind, reminding him of his own unwinnable war against the never-ending tide of conmen and criminals. He was trying to clean up these parts, but every time he rubbed away a stain, he found another layer of dirt beneath. So, you could give up—or you could keep on scrubbing.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter

“When he signed up for the seemingly-insignificant job, Coulter thought it’d be simple. Capture the target and return her to Melsborrow.

He hadn’t counted on a trio of caterwaulin’ females who did nothing but threaten his eardrums’ longevity with their shrieks and hollers.

- "No Matter What" by Madisyn Carlin”
― Madisyn Carlin, The Black Rose Collection

“Some criminals said fighting Nox was like fighting ghosts. He seemed to come from everywhere. Most criminals who fought Nox never said anything at all.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller

“The trouble with a cause, is that the cause always betrays you.”
― Lockdown

“The Coilhunter wasn’t much of a talker. He liked to keep things short and sweet, just like the lives of criminals. Well, the short bit anyway.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter

“He wondered if they knew fear, and thought that maybe if they didn’t, he could teach them it, like he’d taught manners to the foul-tongued and the red-handed.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller

“If the Wild North were a living place, as the local tribes often claimed, then these were the embodiment of its dark subconscious. The spirits of men could haunt you, so why would the spirits of machines be any different?”
― Dean F. Wilson, Rustkiller

“In another minute or two, those men would have tossed your skirts in that alley right there... if you were wearing skirts!” You should be thanking me for saving your sorry hide! By my calculations, that’s twice in one day.”
― Melissa Lurquette, A Beautiful Bounty

“I had to remind myself of all the ways that he might be Buffalo Bill, and my erotically charged moment was his puts the lotion on its skin. He could take me anywhere. He looked like the kind of guy who'd be savvy about which highway exit had the best wooded area for dumping a body. Maybe that was why he drove a truck. Which I was currently sitting in.
Which of those options honestly scared me more--- that he could be up to some dark shit, or just that I had a crush? Maybe my true crime reading had desensitized me after all, because I knew which of those made my heart speed up.”
― Alicia Thompson, Love in the Time of Serial Killers