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He pulls the trigger. Art hears the dry, metallic click. "Jesus God," he says. His knees feel weak, like water, like he's going to fall down. His heart is racing, his body hot. He feels like he can't breathe.
"The next chamber ain't empty, Art"
"Okay"
"Knock this shit off. You don't know what you're fucking with."

"We already have a car there. It's in the garage. Go get in the backseat, and our driver will take you to Christmasland." Whoever was on the other end of the line giggled. "We'll take care of you when you get here. We'll hang your eyeballs from our big Christmas tree."

"Hey, here comes the pizza. Hey, what the fuck is this? They're taking our pizza!"
O-Bop is genuinely pissed. He's not especially angry that these guys are here to kill him- that's to be expected, that's just business - but he takes the pizza hijacking as a personal affront.
"They don't get to do that!" he wails. "That's just wrong!"

"Because I might need the bullet for an Apache," Bigfoot said. "We got a dead antelope- that's better eating than a lion. When there's food waiting to be et it's foolish to be wasting bullets on cats you can't hit anyway."

"Next is enough," Naomi said. "As long as you always see the next step, you can walk the whole way"

Larry McMurtry really made the Texas Prairie feel like such an otherworldly and fantastical place to be during the 1840s.

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