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Ride the Dark Trail
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Louis L'Amour5,136 ratings, 4.23 average rating, 176 reviews
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“There is no man more dangerous than one who does not doubt his own rightness.”
― Ride the Dark Trail
― Ride the Dark Trail
“Folks who have lived the cornered sort of life most scholars, teachers, and storekeepers live seldom realize what they've missed in the way of conversation. Some of the best talk and the wisest talk I've ever heard was around campfires, in saloons, bunkhouses, and the like. The idea that all the knowledge of the world is bound up in schools and schoolteachers is a mistaken one.”
― Ride the Dark Trail
― Ride the Dark Trail
“She sat across the table looking big-eyed at me and making me uneasy. When a talking woman sits quiet a man had better look at his hole card and keep his horse saddled." - Logan Sackett”
― Ride the Dark Trail
― Ride the Dark Trail
“She'd never been one to think in terms of years, anyway. A person was what they were, and many a man at forty was sixty in his ways and many another was twenty and would never grow past it.”
― Ride the Dark Trail
― Ride the Dark Trail
“There are folks who can't abide camp-robber jays, but I take to them. Often enough they've been my only company for days at a time, and they surely do get friendly. They'll steal your grub right from under your nose, but who I am to criticize the lifestyle of a bird? He has his ways, I have mine. Like I say, I take to them.”
― Ride the Dark Trail
― Ride the Dark Trail
“The Dutchman [Brannenburg] was hard. . . he was stone. His brain was eroded granite where the few ideas he had carved deep their ruts of opinion. There was no way for another idea to seep in, no place for imagination, no place for dreams, none for compassion or mercy or even fear.
He knew no shadings of emotion, he knew no half-rights or half-wrongs or pity or excuse, nor had he any sense of pardon. The more I thought of him the more I knew he was not evil in himself, and he would have been shocked that anybody thought of him as evil. Shocked for a moment only, then he'd have shut the idea from his mind as nonsense. For the deepest groove worn into that granite brain was the one of his own rightness.
And that scared me.”
― Ride the Dark Trail
He knew no shadings of emotion, he knew no half-rights or half-wrongs or pity or excuse, nor had he any sense of pardon. The more I thought of him the more I knew he was not evil in himself, and he would have been shocked that anybody thought of him as evil. Shocked for a moment only, then he'd have shut the idea from his mind as nonsense. For the deepest groove worn into that granite brain was the one of his own rightness.
And that scared me.”
― Ride the Dark Trail
“...he'd had the foresight to know that a lot of the savages wear store-bought clothes.”
― Ride the Dark Trail
― Ride the Dark Trail
“You know something? It was beautiful. So still you could hear one aspen leaf caressing another, the moon wide and white shining through the leaves, and just above the dark, somber spruce, bunched closely together, tall and still like a crowd of black-robed monks standing in prayer.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“A person was what they were, and many a man at forty was sixty in his ways and many another was twenty and would never grow past it.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“No, it ain’t. You’re ridin’ for me, now. I knew Dutch when he first came into this country, singin’ mighty small. He hadn’t any of those biggety notions he’s got now. A man’s only king as long as folks let him be. You leave him to me.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“He knew no shadings of emotion, he knew no half-rights or half-wrongs or pity or excuse, nor had he any sense of pardon. The more I thought of him the more I knew he was not evil in himself, and he would have been shocked that anybody thought of him as evil. Shocked for a moment only, then he’d have shut the idea from his mind as nonsense. For the deepest groove worn into that granite brain was the one of his own rightness. And that scared me.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“There’s more of me in the granite shoulders of the mountain or in the trunks of the gnarled cedars than there is in other men. Ma always said I was made to be a loner, and Nolan like me. We were twins, him and me, but once we moved we rode our separate ways and never seemed to come together again, nor want to. There’d been no bad feeling between us, it was as if we sensed that one of us was enough at one time in one place.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“Hours later, well down the trail to Brown’s Hole, I remembered that. Well, they’d been lucky. It was not likely I’d ever find a woman like that, but no matter what any man says, there’s nothing better than two, a man and woman, who walk together. When they walk right together there’s no way too long, no night too dark.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“The Dutchman was hard … he was stone. His brain was eroded granite where the few ideas he had carved deep their ruts of opinion. There was no way for another idea to seep in, no place for imagination, no place for dreams, none for compassion or mercy or even fear.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“that the trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast and you miss all you are traveling for.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“there’s nothing better than two, a man and woman, who walk together. When they walk right together there’s no way too long, no night too dark.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
“The thing to remember when traveling is that the trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast and you miss all you are traveling for.”
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
― Ride the Dark Trail: The Sacketts
