No Country for Old Men

by Cormac McCarthy

I’m fixin to go do somethin dumbern hell but I’m goin anyways. If I dont come back tell Mother I love her. Your mother’s dead Llewelyn. Well I’ll tell her myself then.

You’re free white and twenty-one so I reckon you can do whatever you want.

Anyway, you never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.

What’s got into you? I aint goin to invite you out here no more. You didnt invite me this time. Well. That’s true.