I have been hunted for twenty-one years. I have literally lived in the saddle. I have never known a day of perfect peace.

I was tired of an outlaw's life.

It was one long, anxious, inexorable, eternal vigil.

We sometime didn't get enough to buy oats for our horses. Most banks had very little money in them.

When I slept it was literally in the midst of an arsenal. If I heard dogs bark more fiercely than usual, or the feet of horses in a greater volume of sound than usual, I stood to arms.