I reckon, Bostil, thet it wouldn't hurt none to let him come.
An' hold your gun hand fer the time he swears he'll be honest.

Queer deal, ain't it, men?
A hoss-thief turnin' honest jest to see a race! Beats me! Bostil, it's a cheap way to get at least a little honesty from Cordts.

An' refusin' might rile him bad.

When all's said Cordts ain't as bad as he could be." "I'll let him come," replied Bostil, breathing deep.

"But it'll be hard to see him, rememberin' how he's robbed me, an' what he's threatened.
An' I ain't lettin' him come to bribe a few weeks' decency from him.
I'm doin' it for only one reason....