Here's the judge (Texas) explaining to the kid criminal interloper (Oklahoma) why they never won anything without cheating and why all the whining in the world about being outspent in NIL wont save them.
I been everywhere, the kid said. This is just one more place
The judge arched his brow. Did you post witness? he said. To report to you on the continuing existence of those places once you'd quit them?
That's crazy.
Is it? Where is yesterday? Where is Glanton and Brown and where is the priest as the pope? He leaned closer. Where is Shelby, whom you left to the mercies of Elias in the desert, and where is Tate whom you abandoned in the mountains? Where are the ladies, ah the fair and tender ladies with whom you danced at the governor's ball when you were a hero anointed with the blood of the enemies of the republic you'd elected to defend. And where is the fiddler and where is the dance?
I guess you can tell me.
I tell you this. As war becomes dishonored and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of blood will excluded from the dance, which is the warrior's right, and thereby will the dance become a false dance and dancers false dancers. And yet there will be one there always who is a true dancer and can you guess who that might be?
You aint notin.
You speak truer than you know. But I will tell you. Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance.
Even a dumb animal can speak.
The judge set the bottle on the bar. Hear me, man, he said. There is room on the stage for one beast and one alone. All others are destined for a night that is eternal and without name. One by one they will step down into the darkness before the footlamps. Bears that dance, bears that dont.