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“You never can tell, Giles What’s bad for Benteen Calder ested “See what you can arrange, and get a e to me”

Fro Ed Sallie, he hadn’t had any contact ater for years The flopped bri their cunning shine His shaggy, unkeed scar on his cheek where the hair didn’t grow He wore a buffalo coat, a rey and stank with the odor of whiskey, vomit, and man’s sweat

“Bull said you wanted to talk to me” When his lips pulled back to speak, they showed yellow teeth stained by tobacco juice He turned his head and spat a yellow strearound

“I do,” Lo Ed Sallie to the band of cutthroats sitting their horses in a cluuided hi place out in the o”

Giles shrugged that it was Janes’s funeral and backed his horse a few steps, then reined it in a half-circle to leave Janes waited until the sound of trotting hooves had receded behind hiade leader with his eyes

“YouEd Sallie as he shifted his weight and rested both hands on the horn “There’s soht be worried ‘bout my friends waitin’ over there for me”

“Why should I worry about theot a clear shot at you?” Loman called the attempt to bluff him

Big Ed chortled in his throat, a glea in his eyes “What is it you want?”

“It’s gettin’ close to that time of year when the Indians will be coan

“It’s illegal to sell whiskey to Indians I don’t know if I like youEd cocked his head

“Drunk or sober, an Indian’s just as worthless,” Janes said “It’s nothin’ to me how they spend their o to raidin’ ranches that I want to talk to you about”

“I ain’t them red-faces’ keeper”

“But you sell ’em whiskey, which makes you their friend,” Janes reasoned “If a friend was to tell theht listen”

“They htfully rolled the wad of tobacco around in hishis attention from the pock-faced man

“And if their friend was to say the Triple C cattle are worth more than any others, it could be they’d take heed”