Romancing the Stone

Quick, like the tongue of a snake,
or slower than the molasses in January.
- But it was October...
- I'll kill ya, damn it, if it's the Fourth of July.

Where is it?
Get over there.
I told him to get out,
now that he had what he came for.

Not quite, angel.
Take 'em off. Do it.
Come on.
That was the end of Grogan,
the man who killed my father,

raped and murdered my sister,
burned my ranch,

shot my dog and stole my Bible.
But if there was one law of the West,
bastards had brothers
who seemed to ride forever.
But suddenly there he was,
my beloved Jessie.

He was the one man I trusted, the only man.