Bland's supposed to be in Mexico." Nearly all the outlaws in camp were assembled on the riverbank, lolling in the shade of the cottonwoods.

The heat was oppressive.

Not an outlaw offered to help the freighters, who were trying to dig a heavily freighted wagon out of the quicksand.

Few outlaws would work for themselves, let alone for the despised Mexicans.
Duane and Euchre joined the lazy group and sat down with them.

Euchre lighted a black pipe, and, drawing his hat over his eyes, lay back in comfort after the manner of the majority of the outlaws.