Sal Niner

“The Zip was quiet, maybe trying to guess what was in Raylan's mind. He seemed curious. Finally he said, "Okay, what do you want to tell me?" "Here's the deal," Raylan said. "I'm giving you twenty-four hours to get out of this county and never come back." Raylan looked at his watch. "That means you have until...two-fifteen tomorrow afternoon to clear out. If I see you're still around after that, I won't hesitate to shoot you on sight. You have any questions?”
― Elmore Leonard, Pronto

“He walked in, I thought he was a farmer, or maybe a rancher. He looks like a cowboy, that raw-boned, outdoor type. Wears cowboy boots and a hat with a curled brim." "The Marlboro man," Chip said. "Yeah, except he's real.”
― Elmore Leonard, Riding the Rap

“She said, "Coming across the yard you had your hat off, but as you reached the door you put it on." "I guess I did, didn't I?" "You were being...I want to say official, and your hat's like a badge of office. You like to set it forward a little, close over your eyes." "I've had that hat eight years," Raylan said. "I never thought I wore it any special way, I just put it on my head.”
― Elmore Leonard, Riding the Rap

“There was a poster with the heading HANG 'EM HIGH that showed a famous hanging judge of a hundred years ago, Isaac Parker, against a montage of condemned prisoners on scaffolds waiting to be dropped through the trapdoors. Raylan would look at the poster, in the lobby of the Marshals Service offices in Miami, and feel good about their tradition. Not the hanging part--they had quit handing out death penalties in federal court--but the tradition of U.S. marshals as peace officers on the western frontier. Every time he looked at Judge Parker up there in the poster Raylan thought of growing a mustache, a big one that would droop properly and look good with his hat.”
― Elmore Leonard, Riding the Rap