You understand I'm a miserable man.
I'm about broken, I guess.

I don't care any more for life, for anything.
If you can't look me in the eyes, man to man, and believe what I say--why, by God! you can kill me!" Aiken heaved a great breath.
"Buck Duane, whether I'm impressed or not by what you say needn't matter.

You've had accusers, justly or unjustly, as will soon appear.
The thing is we can prove you innocent or guilty.

My girl Lucy saw my wife's assailant." He motioned for the crowd of men to open up.
"Somebody--you, Sibert--go for Lucy.

That'll settle this thing." Duane heard as a man in an ugly dream.