Murder on the Red River Quotes

“what you think. Your thoughts are powerful. They can create reality.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“twelve-course load and”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“She’d been smoking since she was eleven, drinking too, but quiet-like, staying out of trouble.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“Cash always felt like she, Cash, was just more dead weight in that big old purse.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“but Cash knew that things sometimes just had to be the way they were.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“He’s good people. He’ll make sure the county listens.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“Hey, why’ntcha go. I gotta pull myself together here”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“She didn’t understand where her family had gone; why she never saw them and no one ever came to get her.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“These Red Lakers had all kinds of Indian Pride. Their reservation was the only closed reservation in the state. Meaning they didn’t fall under state jurisdiction. Meaning they fell under federal jurisdiction.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“There wasn’t a name Cash hadn’t been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior. She shrugged and took another drag of her cigarette. Free beer and free games all night. What did she care?”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“Thank god, she was in the woods, the real woods, the pinewoods of northern Minnesota. Easy to hide a truck and a woman sleeping in it.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“Never knew what kind of trouble one could run into in these small-town bars in northern Minnesota. One braid was less of a handful to grab than a whole head of hair.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“Yep,” said Cash, already climbing up on the tractor.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“a different way of walking on the earth, even in the Red Wing lace-up boots they wore to keep the dirt and wheat chaff off their legs.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“When the county moved her, the family kept the bike, like they kept all good things. Anything new or worth something always stayed with the foster family.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“And for whatever reason, she and Wheaton had developed a bond: he the county cop and she the county’s lost child. He was the one who showed up for her track meets at school, the one who bought her a wool sweater each Christmas. She didn’t have the heart to tell him the wool made her skin itch, probably because it reminded her of sleeping in his jailhouse.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“But she was quick and smart and what she lacked in physical strength, she made up for in sheer determination.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“The pool, the beer, the winning—one thing led to another. Right back to Cash’s apartment, in fact, where Cash had asked, “What about your wife and kids?” and Jim had answered, “Don’t worry about it.” So she didn’t. She had a lifetime of not worrying about it.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“Her whole world was wheat and chaff and stubble and the drone of combines and Ford trucks with clutches that stretched her short frame to the max.”
― Marcie R. Rendon, Murder on the Red River

“Where we going?”
― Marcie R Rendon, Murder on the Red River