I have a hard problem, being some part Native American - being a Christian: do you get burned, do you get cremated, do you get - let the sharks eat you? How do you die?

I'm marrying my common-law wife, Beth, the Christian way, with a preacher and all that.

As a bounty hunter, I have to dress the part. If I came to the door and looked like Carrot Top, you'd laugh.

I've always taken pride to be the white guy that can talk to the black people, that can refer to them truly as a brother from a different mother.

Where mercy is shown, mercy is given.

I've been a biker, I've been a convict, I've been a husband, father, and son.

Born on a mountain, raised in a cave. Arresting fugitives is all I crave.