Trouble Quotes

“It doesn’t matter how smart you are unless you stop and think.”
― Ron Schwab, Trouble

“You are always at the mercy of fools and scoundrels in the bureaucracy,”
― Ron Schwab, Trouble

“the doctors say is vital to his pulling through. But he is going to be a long time recovering.” “I heard he can’t walk.” Grant had forgotten Wally Benson was driving the buckboard that picked up Trouble at the river. “I don’t think anybody can say for sure. In his shape, I don’t think any man would be walking.” “I mean he got shot in the back, and it tore his backbone to pieces. You fished him out of the river and was there with him. You doctored him some, so I figure you should know.” “I staunched the bleeding of the wounds. He took a backshot, but I wouldn’t know how much damage there was. I didn’t see any sign of a shattered backbone. I think the gossips might be exaggerating some.” “You ain’t going to tell me nothing more, are you?” “Enos, I don’t know more than I have told you. I really don’t. I’m sure you will be informed when the doctors know something.” “Humph. Do you know you’re being followed?” Grant turned his head and looked down Main Street. “I don’t see anybody.” “You don’t think the feller would stand in the middle of the street waving at you, do you? He took cover between the barber shop and the bootmaker’s place once he seen where you was headed. Likely, he’s got a horse hitched someplace”
― Ron Schwab, Trouble

“soon as I speak with Grant, I am certain we will be both be heading out to the sawmill.” “That’s where I’m going from here,” Ozzie said. “I will see you later then.” Less than an hour later, she walked into Grant Coolidge’s study at their ranch house some two miles from Lockwood. Her husband was at his desk absorbed with working the typewriter keys that spread printed words across the page. With the aid of a few books, he was a self-taught typist who had finally surrendered to the new edict of most publishers that manuscripts be submitted in typewritten format. His fingers did not sweep the keys nearly so fast as Ginger’s at the office, but he no longer suffered the frustration of the early days and was rather proud of his finished product. “Grant,” she said. Startled, he looked up and smiled. “I didn’t hear you come in.” “Between that typewriter’s clacking and your concentration, you turn deaf when you’re writing.” He pulled his timepiece from his trouser pocket and looked at it. “It’s not three o’clock yet. You’re never home this early.” She sat down in the captain’s chair at the side of his desk. “Believe me, right now I would rather be at the office.” She related the information the deputy had given her, while Grant listened, stone-faced and seemingly impassive. She suspected, however, that his mind was racing, but Grant Coolidge was not”
― Ron Schwab, Trouble