"You married a rancher, Bess, and when I can get on my feet, I'll go back to ranching. This is my country and I belong here. As for being a marshall . . . somebody has to do it."
"But why does it have to be you?" she protested.
"I am good with a gun, and they know it. More than that, I know when not to use a gun, and they know that, too."
(from Borden Chantry, by Louis L'Amour)
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