Chapter 57

“Just these two gents here. I ain’t got a spare dollar, but maybe them two has. Course, I got a mail pouch.”

The Texican, who looked like he might have some Mexican blood, claimed he just had a little traveling money. The blackleg, tall with red hair associated with Irishmen, echoed that. But his signet ring looked like a diamond and his pinkie, a ruby. Maybe he’d hit a big pot before he left Yanube City.

They didn’t linger long, and two minutes after Dusty cautioned them to visit the “Gent’s” a final time, the stage clattered out of the yard and crossed the bridge over the Yanube.