Hang 'em first, try 'em later.

You have been tried by twelve good men and true, not of your peers but as high above you as heaven is of hell, and they have said you are guilty.

Gentlemen, I find the law very explicit on murdering your fellow man, but there's nothing here about killing a Chinaman. Case dismissed.

And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun.

I know the law... I am it's greatest transgressor.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.