"How'd we stack up this time, boss?
Bein' soused on cold tea, I couldn't rightly pass judgment.

How many was it I murdered in cold blood, in that there scene where I laid 'em out with black powder?
Four, or five?
Pink, here, claims I killed him twicet, whereas he oughta be left alive enough to jump on his horse and ride three hundred and fifty miles to fall dead in his best girl's arms.

He claims he made that ride day before yesterday, and done some pitiful weaving around in the saddle, out there in the hills, and that he died in that blond lady's arms first thing this morning, and I hadn't no right to kill him twicet afterwards in the saloon fight.

Now I leave it to you, boss.

How about this here killin' Pink off every oncet in a while ?" Deep in his throat Luck chuckled.