Bokyung caught the reins and, for a moment, contemplated bolting. But if this Goodnight-whoever decided he really was worth this bounty, he did not put it past him to shoot the horse out right from under him.

He did not, particularly, like the idea of heading west. He might not have come from California, but all those states were roughly the same when it came to dealing with his kind, and that was to say, they weren't a hell of a lot better than Texas.

But he supposed, once he'd played dead for show, maybe this warrant officer might agree to heading east while Bokyung worked at paying off his debts to him and earning that hundred fifty dollars.