Chet Cunningham > Quotes

“the land he had claimed. He had a mental”
― Chet Cunningham, Devil's Gold

“Word spread through the camp like a prairie”
― Chet Cunningham, Comanche Massacre

“men wanted to marry the ranch, not me.” “You’re a rich young woman who also happens to be beautiful. You’ll be able to take your pick of the young men around here.” She laughed softly. “Oh, you’re right. One of the suitors was nearly fifty, the other one had been divorced and the third one was a bank clerk who already had one wife he didn’t mention over in Pendleton.”
― Chet Cunningham, The Fugitive

“Comanches came from?" An hour later Lt. Edwards brought a man into Captain Harding's office. He was short, stocky and looked tough as saddle leather. He had a full beard,”
― Chet Cunningham, Comanche Massacre

“another drunk’s pocket, and killed a man before he was”
― Chet Cunningham, Six Guns

“in the darkness, but”
― Chet Cunningham, Cheyenne Blood Storm

“Isn’t Gresham on the route to get to Colton and the Association’s farm is just down the road from there?” Lt. Vincent rubbed his hand over his face. “Yes, figured you would think of that. But it’s not enough.” “Not for a warrant, but it’s an indicator.” They stared at each other. “My captain just assigned two three-man detective teams to the murder.” “You must have more. What about descriptions of the men? Didn’t the people in the bank give you anything on them?” “Not much. One army sergeant said that four of them were young, moved quickly. The fifth one seemed older, a little heavier, maybe overweight. Only one man spoke, the old guy. The rest of them just waved guns and pointed to put the tellers and the customers down on the floor. “Oh, the first robbery was just before opening. They grabbed an employee who had just unlocked the front door, pushed her inside, all five rushed in and they locked the door behind them. So no customers to deal with. “The second robbery was just before closing time. Again they locked the front door then put everyone on the floor. Two of the men vaulted over the counter so quickly that the workers didn’t have time to press the alarm buttons. So there was no rush to finish the job.” “With military precision?” Matt asked. “Sounds like it. They left both banks by rear doors that are always locked so nobody saw them make their getaway except one guy in the alley who was painting the rear of his store. He was the one who got the plate on the Lincoln.” “You knew the dead guard?” “Yes. He had retired from the PD before I came, but that was my bank and I always talked to him when I went in there. A nice guy. Good cop. Damned sorry that he’s gone.” “What about this lady cop?” “She’s off at four. I’ll ask her if she can have a cup of coffee with us here about four fifteen. Her name is Tracy Landower. She’s barely big enough to be a cop. She stretches to make five-four, and must weigh about a hundred and ten. She’s strong as an anvil tester. Strong hands and arms, good shoulders and legs like a Marine drill sergeant. She runs marathons for fun.” “I won’t try to out run her.” “Good. She has short dark hair, a cute little pixie face, and eyes that can stare you right into the pavement.” “Sounds like a good cop. I’m anxious to meet her.”   CHAPTER FOUR   Anthony J. Carlton was an only child of parents who were comfortably fixed for money and lived in a modest sized town near Portland called Hillsboro. His father was a lawyer who had several clients on retainer, who took on some of the toughest defense cases in the county, and some in Portland. He was a no nonsense type of dad who had little time for his son who had a good school and a car of his own when he turned sixteen.”
― Chet Cunningham, Mark of the Lash

“A warrior did not walk away from a wounded friend.”
― Chet Cunningham, Ride Tall, Hang High

“wagon bed now, working”
― Chet Cunningham, Gold Wagon

“the rider out of his mind that they saw a half mile off. If he had been a Hammer rider,”
― Chet Cunningham, Texas Rustlers Rampage

“gently cut the shit sleeve from”
― Chet Cunningham, Mr. Justice: A Wild West Collection

“to bed.” They let the fire die down. There was no”
― Chet Cunningham, Ride Tall, Hang High

“Good as”
― Chet Cunningham, Gold Wagon

“on the valley”
― Chet Cunningham, Texas Range War

“Then his real struggle would begin. Then he would try to make them understand that the old ways were no more.”
― Chet Cunningham, Ride Tall, Hang High

“horses. It took them three more days to come”
― Chet Cunningham, Comanche Massacre

“two by six Joyce below the floor boards.”
― Chet Cunningham, Slaughter at Buffalo Creek

“few days. Or would you rather come”
― Chet Cunningham, Apache Rampage

“companies and leaned back smiling. He had the fort”
― Chet Cunningham, Comanche Moon

“A battle was a battle. Warriors fought like warriors, but most of life was not a battle.”
― Chet Cunningham, Ride Tall, Hang High

“reason. She had a well-endowed bosom. Marshal”
― Chet Cunningham, Vengeance Mine

“front of the D.A., and returned to the stand. “These are the flares that you took from the defendant that night?” “They”
― Chet Cunningham, Open Range Justice

“Let’s get after them. Spread out and find”
― Chet Cunningham, Ride Tall, Hang High

“stepped”
― Chet Cunningham, Ride Tall, Hang High

“to your unit.”
― Chet Cunningham, YellowKnife's Slaughter

“We’ll find him, Willy.”
― Chet Cunningham, Ride Tall, Hang High

“He lay down again and let the anger flow out of him. He cleansed his spirit, he let the positive powers renew his strength. He purified himself. A”
― Chet Cunningham, Ride Tall, Hang High

“animal might be lonely, or wanted a scratch on his”
― Chet Cunningham, Cheyenne Blood Storm