"Besides your own cinch, you have one of your _gente_ for deputy in every precinct in the county." "Exactly! And if we have wars again, who but the Barelas would bear the brunt?
No, no, Mr.Matt Lisner; while I may be a merely ornamental chief deputy, it will never be denied that I am a very careful chief to my _gente_.

Be sure that I shall think more than once or twice before I set a man of my men at a useless hazard to pleasure you--or to reelect you." "You speak plainly." "I intend to.

I speak for three hundred--and we vote solid.

Make no mistake, Mr.Lisner.You need me in your business, but I can do nicely without you." "Perhaps you'd like to be sheriff yourself." "I might like it--except that I am not as young and foolish as I was," said Anastacio, smiling.

"Now that I am so old, and so wise and all, it is clear to see that neither myself nor any of the fighting men of the mad old days--on either side--should be sheriff." "You were not always so thoughtful of the best interests of the dear pee-pul," sneered the sheriff.
"That I wasn't.