If the law ain’t good, who is?

People in this town are like they are in any other town on earth. I was in the World War I and seen a good many places. Since then I’ve stayed here most of the time. What’s the good of moving? People are as mean one place as they are another and they’re always out to get you. They won’t get me because I won’t let them.

People, your own flesh and blood, will try to run over you, stomp you, steal from you, kill you if they can.
Take the law. A body would think – if he wasn’t very smart – that a man of law was a good man. It ain’t so. Ninety per cent of the time it ain’t so. A body says then, if the law ain’t good, who is? Nobody.

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