Western Horror Quotes

“A man must always take advantage of opportunities to piss and sleep. I've done the one, now it's time to do the other.”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“The days were sweet and full of love. But at night, the girls sat in the moonlight on the bench beneath Ned’s tree, and although I couldn’t see anything but their silhouettes, I knew my girls were not smiling. But I did not know they were conspiring.”
― Sean Thomas McDonnell, Beneath the Valley Oak

“He tried to scream, but nothing would come out. All he wanted to be was home, safe with his ma and daddy. Hot tears streaked down his grime-covered cheeks.
The candle in his hand sputtered out, and the darkness took him into its cold and empty embrace.”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“The corner of her mouth curled and she said, "It'd be rude to turn down a chance to drink with a cowboy, now wouldn't it?”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“Yes. I think I'll name my next horse Charlotte. She had tits a man could die between."
Teta like to name his horses after special women in his life. I'd noticed how he never mentioned naming a horse after his wife.”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“That's two Appaloosas, two quarter horses and one mule, plus tack. They were ordered by a man called himself Theodore Roosevelt. No chance that would be the president, is there?”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“She said, "Thanks for the walk. I think I'll turn in and get some rest."
Looks like you've gotten more than your fill of beauty sleep, I almost said.”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“You probably think I'm just a hysterical woman who would be better off home doing woman's work."
"We're in the state that was the first to give women the right to vote. I'm not about to tell you what a woman's work should be," I said...”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“I said, "Here's the deal. You're going to turn around and make sure we don't break our asses. I'll lean my back into you and take your lead. If I pull the trigger, it's going to be louder than hell on a Saturday night. Start running unless I grab you for extra fire power."
Teta's head bobbed and his sombrero dipped up and down. It was almost comical.
Almost.
"On a count of three, start walking."
"Let's just start now.”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“The creatures, or men, took off in the direction of the hills. We shot as many as we could in the back. Fuck honor. Dying was dying and it made no difference whether you took it head on or looking away.”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“Teta stuffed the remains of his sombrero in his waistband and said, "You've gone off the deep end, jefe. Lucky for you, I have too.”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“Teta was wary, but anxious to leave city life behind. He was born in a shack on a farm and raised more by the animals and elements than his parents. His stint in New York was against his nature. But no matter how many times I told him to skedaddle, he stayed by my side like a tick or a bedbug. Blood brothers, he called us. I was never sure if he meant it in the traditional sense or if he was referring to the prodigious amount of blood we'd shed together.”
― Hunter Shea, Hell Hole

“The shot was so precise that the bullet went out his forehead and shattered a whisky bottle against the wall behind the counter.”
― Justin Bienvenue, A Bloody Bloody Mess In the Wild Wild West

“Isatai started chanting, drums pounding, the rhythm gathered and met the beat of their hearts, and that sound matched their thoughts. It was one sound they could hear, then they felt a deep pounding of hooves vibrating through their bodies. As they stared into the fire they saw the face of a great buffalo, its mane, flame. It grew in their eyes, engulfing them in its spirit, the vision raced through their hearts like an engine.”
― Jim Cherry, The Captured Dead

“Mackenzie, our profession courts death, madness is always just over the next rise, the next hillock…” Sherman’s voice dropped off, “I’m out in that landscape wavering between madness and sanity. Be careful Mackenzie you don’t cross over that rise and find yourself in the arid desert of madness … I fear it is this desert for me.”
― Jim Cherry, The Captured Dead

“All the dry leaves out back was a dumb place to put them. Striking the flint against that nasty used steel I stole from birdey's shoppe.”
― Ashlan Chidester, Horror at Tombstone