NEED TO KNOW

• “And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, with the dew on his brow”
• “The burying-party, picks and shovels in a shaking grasp, Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice. But nothing happens
• “Yes quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down you’d treat if met where any bar is”
• “And staring face to face I shot at him as he at me”