We’ve been on that land since the beginning of time, and yet, you decided it was your own. Did you not think that we would fight to take it back? Because when I steal something from someone, I expect they will want to kill me. White people, they do not. They think everything in this world rightfully belongs to them. They think they’re entitled to rob and cheat. All the white people I’ve ever met tried to steal our land. And yet, I have never met a white man who didn’t look surprised when I killed him.

My boys want me to sell off part of the ranch, but I got a bad feeling about that. Once you slice one little piece off, then it’s another piece and another piece until there’s nothing left.

In this life, if you don’t move forward, you die.

I was taught at a very early age that you have to roll with the punches.

Any time you find a decent piece of land, sure as sunup, someone out there’s gonna try and take it from you.