“So how much are they willing to give for me these days?” he said, striving for some sort of normal conversation.
“Last time I saw a poster, it was a thousand for the pair of you. I guess I’ll have to go after your other half after I take care of you.”
Leon’s blood ran cold. The last thing he needed was for Grady to go looking for Kenneth. “You’d be wasting your time.” The answer came smooth; when the lie mattered, he could sell it with the best of them. “He didn’t make it.”
“Really? I heard that he was the only reason you got away from Marshal Behan when he shot down your horse.”
“He was. But he pushed himself too hard, trying to get me someplace safe. The winter caught us out.” He held up his weaker foot, wiggling his ankle. “Why do you think I’m still gimpy? He would’ve broken himself in two to see me right if he could.” And he had, but Grady didn’t need to know that.