Yes. The final supreme idiocy. Coming here to hide. The deserter hiding out in the middle of a battlefield.
We deal in lead, my friend.
But who made us the way we are, huh? Men with guns. Men like Calvera, and men like you... and now me.
Nobody throws me my own guns and says run. Nobody.
If God hadn't meant for them to be sheared, he wouldn't have made them sheep.