The Older The Violin, The Sweeter The

Call Saw That Everyone Was Looking At Him, The Hands And Cowboys And Townspeople Alike. The Anger Had Drained Out Of Him, Leaving Him Feeling Tired. He Didn't Remember The Fight, Particularly, But People Were Looking At Him As If They Were Stunned. He Felt He Should Make Some Explanation, Though It Seemed To Him A Simple Situation. "i Hate A Man That Talks Rude," He Said. "i Won't Tolerate It.

Maybe You Can Make Art Out Of Unredeemed Pain, But Only If You're A Genius -- Dostoyevsky Perhaps.

They Say Money Kinda Melts When You Take It Across A Border.

Death And Worse Happened On The Plains.

If A Warrior Lacked Wisdom, Courage Alone Would Not Keep Him Alive For Long.