Rise and shine Cowboy. Not much time to sleep around these parts. The boys aren't to happy one of there merchants Nailed to the counter. Lying sum bitch. He lucky he gave us two crates of Quirley's to smoke on while we stay in town. Excuse my thunderation. I don't usually curse much, but when a Cowboy doesn't get paid. Someone is going to be on the other end, while I'm shooting iron. I know for damn sure, I will die standin' up before I let these merchants get the best of us. We best camp now and save our breath. Our horses need some tending to, and last thing we need is to gig more scratches in the side of our horses. Maybe we can cross into Canada, but this' Injun territory folks. Even calling them by that name is gonna get one smoked like a can of beans in a pale. It's cold out here, let's saddle up in the morning, and get the rest of these merchants out the way, times a ticking.