"I guess you'd be safe enough all right with us.

But suit yourself.

The money will be here." "That's agreed ?" insisted the two-gun man.
"Sure." "I want a fresh horse--I'll leave mine--he's a good one.

I want a little grub." "All right.

Parker'll fit you out." The stranger rose.
"I'll see you in about ten days." "Good luck," Senor Buck Johnson wished him..