He didn't make it far. The commotion in the saloon got attention from outside, and one of the biggest men Goodnight had seen in a while blocked the door, grabbed the Oriental man to make sure he didn't try to bolt in another direction. By now half the saloon had guns cocked.

"This who you were looking for, Mister Robicheaux?" The man chewed out his last name but in all his good manners, Goodnight managed not to flinch.

"Why it is. And I would rather deliver this one alive, if you could be so kind to assist in that."