Joanna Wayne

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.

“(…) I remember seeing “Batman Returns” there at least five time.”
“I take it you were a Batman fan.”
“Best crime fighter of all time.”

“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.”

She’d love and miss him forever, but she prayed that someday the heartbreak might not be quite so poignant or so constant.

(...) she had a strong suspicion that while ignorance might be bliss, knowledge and knowing whom to trust were the secrets of survival.

"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.

Durk understood rules, but he'd never been too keen on following them.

"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."

People kept telling her that time would ease the pain of losing him. Perhaps it would, but she hoped the memories never dimmed.

"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."

"Guess the weather is playing havoc with the traffic."
"Nope. It's the idiots who don't know how to drive in this weather that cause the problems. (...)"

But his father had taught him too well. If a job needed doing, do it right and do it now.

Normally, David appreciated a good thunderstorm. It watered the pastures and refilled the creeks.

Il est impossible de prévoir la réaction d’une femme énergique et indépendante à qui on annonce qu’on ne la croit pas capable de se débrouiller toute seule.

Une pièce aussi belle est faite pour orner le cou d’une femme d’une grande beauté, pas pour être enfermée dans un coffre ou dans une vitrine.

“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.”

“(…) Mother never has a day without carob.”
“Sounds disgusting.”
“Carob’s not that bad once you get used to it.”
“That’s what they say about broccoli (…)”

(…) 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.

“(…) You look like a guy who can handle trouble.”
“Only when trouble throws the first punch.”

He traveled light. That was just one of the advantages of never putting down any deep roots or acquiring things like mortgages or a wife.