And the outlaw took up the thread of his conversation where he had left off the night before.
"This trail splits up a ways from here, an' every branch of it leads to a hole where you'll find men--a few, mebbe, like yourself--some like me--an' gangs of no-good hoss-thieves, rustlers, an' such.

It's easy livin', Buck.

I reckon, though, that you'll not find it easy.

You'll never mix in.

You'll be a lone wolf.