Man Is Still An Ape In That

Aye, You White Dog, You Are Like All Your Race; But To A Black Man Gold Can Never Pay For Blood.

I Am Unable To Rouse Much Interest In Any Highly Civilized Race, Country Or Epoch, Including This One.

Any But The Most Brutish Of Men Must Be Touched With A Certain Awe Or Wonder At The Baring Of A Woman's Naked Soul.

I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, & Am Content.

One Objection I Have Heard Voiced To Works Of This Kind—dealing With Texas—is The Amount Of Gore Spilled Across The Pages. It Can Not Be Otherwise. In Order To Write A Realistic And True History Of Any Part Of The Southwest, One Must Narrate Such Things, Even At The Risk Of Monotony.