L’alcool, les femmes, le jeu, les rixes… Il n’était pas fier de son passé, mais les regrets ne servaient à rien, et les remords non plus, aussi se dispensait-il de nourrir les uns comme les autres.
“Lead the way,” Remy said. “I’ll follow. But I’m warning you. If this is a trap, I shoot YOU first.”
“Not strong on trust, are you?”
“Sure I am. I trust my Smith & Wesson.”
“(…) I remember seeing “Batman Returns” there at least five time.”
“I take it you were a Batman fan.”
“Best crime fighter of all time.”
“I don’t get you Ledgers,” Kelly said (…) “Why go to all this trouble for me when you’ve just met me?”
“Wyatt obviously likes you and he’s our brother. It’s the cowboy code to help when you can, fight when you have to and never squat with your spurs on. Take your pick.”
"Attorneys. Vets. Even the sheriff. Is there anything you can't get via home delivery with a phone call, Damien?"
"Rain, good beef prices and an honest politician, but I'm working on that last one."
"Hands over your head and face the wall," one of the cops demanded. All weapons were drawn and pointed straight at him. For once in his life, Durk followed orders without as much as a blink.
"There is one more thing I'd like to ask you about, and I'd really appreciate a truthful answer."
"You'll always get that from me, though I may lace my words with tact."
“I love spring in New Orleans,” she said, directing the subject back to the weather.
“So do I. But blink twice and it will have turned into the humid heat of summer.”
He had to admit the house was impressive, though he couldn’t imagine living here. Where would a man prop up his feet, pop a top and flick on the TV to watch a Saints game?
(…) Alyssa also believed that throwing pennies in the fountain in the courtyard of her favorite restaurant would help her meet the perfect man. If not, Facebook would.