"You are honest, Senor Hunter, and that pleases me well.

I do not like you less because you are loyal to your friend; but that friend I hope one day to kill." He looked at the other questioningly.

"Now I am honest also," his eyes said plainly.
"That's your affair and Jack's, as long as you don't try to get him when he isn't looking." "I am not an assassin, Senor Hunter," Jose retorted stiffly.
"Then we understand each other, I guess.

Let's get these fellows started.

It's going to be hot, they say, and the horses are soft yet--at least, ours are.