No Man Can Be Convinced When He

One Objection I Have Heard Voiced To Works Of This Kind—dealing With Texas—is The Amount Of Gore Spilled Across The Pages. It Can Not Be Otherwise. In Order To Write A Realistic And True History Of Any Part Of The Southwest, One Must Narrate Such Things, Even At The Risk Of Monotony.

I'm Not Going Out Of My Way Looking For Devils; But I Wouldn't Step Out Of My Path To Let One Go By.

Animals Are Neither Gods Nor Fiends, But Men In Their Way Without The Lust And Greed Of Man.

But Whatever My Failure, I Have This Thing To Remember - That I Was A Pioneer In My Profession, Just As My Grandfathers Were In Theirs, In That I Was The First Man In This Section To Earn His Living As A Writer.

There Comes, Even To Kings, The Time Of Great Weariness. Then The Gold Of The Throne Is Brass, The Silk Of The Palace Becomes Drab. The Gems In The Diadem And Upon The Fingers Of The Women Sparkle Drearily Like The Ice Of White Seas; The Speech Of Men Is As The Empty Rattle Of A Jester's Bell And The Feel Comes Of Things Unreal; Even The Sun Is Copper In The Sky And The Breath Of The Green Ocean Is No Longer Fresh.